Tengo Sed
Tengo sed, hilos, rayas, MD
En el after con pastillas
Y unos tragos nos tenés
Como ves chico vuelve MDB
Los mismos hijos de puta
Que hacen lo que no podés
So fresh
Criminales que son grandes
Yo cuido su culo
Y su culo luce brillante
Verdadera mierda, como la de antes
Seguimos sin disquera haciendo tratos con los gánster
Que la cuenten, chico siempre voy tranquilo
Con la yerba guardada y con su culo al lado mío
Quieren matarme pero no les doy motivos
Por eso se dice que estamos bendecidos
Categorías sin igual, dinero fácil
Voy embriagado bebiendo dentro del taxi
Piensan que es fácil, piensan que es broma
Oro pa' tu cara, esto no es música es droga, yeah
Me tomo un barco
Fumo un blunt y salgo pa' la esquina
El barrio siempre tiene esa mierda que te lastima
Todo aquel que anduvo un poco sabe lo que significa
Bardero yo, mamá, mi hermano y bardera mi clika
Te identifica toda lírica que suene a calle
Pero más calle que mi clik no te lo suelta nadie
Será por eso que no compro con cualquier oferta
Es que tenemos el mejor producto pa' la venta
Pa' que se entienda, perra yo hago bajar sus miradas
Por más que miren para el cielo, en el barrio no hay nada
Yo que he pateado entre maleantes
He soñado con esto
De nene que ya demostraba ser distinto al resto
Yo soy un elegido, el barba no me precisaba
Por eso en esto y allá arriba viendo la jugada
Me queda hilo en el carretel y algo encima del plato
Solo con mis camaradas para hablar de contrato
Bitch
I'm Thirsty
I'm thirsty, threads, lines, MD
At the after party with pills
And a few drinks you have us
As you see, boy, MDB returns
The same sons of bitches
Who do what you can't
So fresh
Criminals who are big
I watch their ass
And their ass looks shiny
Real shit, like before
We continue without a record deal making deals with the gangsters
Let them tell it, boy, I always go calmly
With the weed stored and with their ass next to mine
They want to kill me but I don't give them reasons
That's why they say we are blessed
Categories like no other, easy money
I'm drunk drinking inside the taxi
They think it's easy, they think it's a joke
Gold for your face, this is not music, it's drugs, yeah
I take a boat
Smoke a blunt and go out to the corner
The neighborhood always has that shit that hurts you
Anyone who has walked a little knows what it means
I'm a troublemaker, mom, my brother and my crew are troublemakers
Every lyric that sounds like the street identifies you
But no one is more street than my crew
Maybe that's why I don't buy with any offer
It's because we have the best product for sale
So you understand, bitch, I make their gazes drop
No matter how much they look to the sky, in the neighborhood there's nothing
I, who have walked among thugs
I have dreamed of this
As a kid, I already showed I was different from the rest
I am chosen, the beard didn't need me
That's why in this and up there watching the play
I have thread on the spool and something on the plate
Just with my comrades to talk about contracts
Bitch
Escrita por: Lucas Dario Gimenez