Desde Los 12
Si plasmo es para escuchármelo tranquilo, días, días
Y que se me imaginen cosas y luego meterle, oye
SHB
Trap and Love, Trap and Love
Oye, dice
Desde los 12 metido en la calle
A-la-la-la-la-la-la
A-la-la-la-la-la-la
A-la-la-la-la-la-la
SH
Trap and Love, Trap and Love
Lo-lo-lo-lo-lo, lo-lo-lo
Desde los 12 metido en la calle
En lo' problema' con los mío' no falle
Lo vivido no ha sido en balde
Y lo que tú cuenta' no vale
Y por más que hago cuenta' no sale
Desde que soy un niño en lo' tribunale' (no, no, no)
Faltaba al cole por cita' judiciale'
Entre los abogado' y fiscale'
El Omar me picaba con 14 año'
Nos íbamo' a trotar para otro barrio
Vestido de negro como sicario
En busca de dinero en la mano
Varilla y arrancamo' la moto
SH con el casco y roto
Los feo' nos ven y se quedan loco'
Lo hacíamo' así, era nuestro modo
Y todo ha sido por dinero
Dinero para partir entre hermano'
Y todo ha sido por dinero
Dinero para partir entre hermano'
Dinero para comprarme un chándal
Dinero para comprarme una' bamba'
Dinero para darle a mi mama
Comprarle también si quiere una casa
Y me paran siempre lo' feo'
Y nos preguntan qué es lo que hacemo'
Y nosotro' no decimo' nada
Nunca-nunca le' respondemo'
Desde los 12 metido en la calle
En lo' problema' con los mío' no falle
Lo vivido no ha sido en balde
Y lo que tú cuenta' no vale
Y por má' que hago cuenta' no sale
Desde que soy un niño en lo' tribunale'
Faltaba al cole por cita' judiciale'
Entre los abogado' y fiscale'
Antes quería ser un futbolista
Jugando en los bloques, en la pista
Antes corría con el balón
Y ahora me fugo de la policía
Y mira, mira quién lo diría
Ante' no tenía nada
Ante' no sabía ni qué era cien
Y ahora quiero tener mil al día
¿Y cuánto' en esto?
Cuánto' son lo' que han sufrido
Son contado' lo' que son mío'
Y el Peke por fin ha sali'o
Y todo ha sido solo por dinero
Dinero para partir entre hermano'
Todo ha sido solo por dinero
Dinero para partir entre hermano'
Dinero para comprarme un chándal
Dinero para comprarme una' bamba'
Dinero para darle a mi mama (Uh-oh)
Comprarle también si quiere una casa (Uh-oh)
Desde los 12 metido en la calle
En lo' problema' con los mío' no falle
Lo vivido no ha sido en balde
Y lo que tú cuenta' no vale
Y por má' que hago cuenta' no sale
Desde que soy un niño en lo' tribunale'
Faltaba al cole por cita' judiciale'
Entre los abogado' y fiscale'
Since 12 Years Old
If I write it down, it's to listen to it calmly, days, days
And let them imagine things and then get into it, hey
SHB
Trap and Love, Trap and Love
Hey, he says
Since 12 years old, stuck in the street
A-la-la-la-la-la-la
A-la-la-la-la-la-la
A-la-la-la-la-la-la
SH
Trap and Love, Trap and Love
Lo-lo-lo-lo-lo, lo-lo-lo
Since 12 years old, stuck in the street
In the problems with my people, don't fail
What I've lived hasn't been in vain
And what you say doesn't count
And no matter how much I try to count, it doesn't add up
Since I was a child in the courts (no, no, no)
I missed school for judicial appointments
Among lawyers and prosecutors
Omar used to stab me when I was 14
We used to jog to another neighborhood
Dressed in black like a hitman
In search of money in hand
Rod and we started the motorcycle
SH with the helmet and broken
The ugly ones see us and stay crazy
We did it like that, it was our way
And everything has been for money
Money to split among siblings
And everything has been for money
Money to split among siblings
Money to buy myself a tracksuit
Money to buy myself some sneakers
Money to give to my mom
Buy her a house too if she wants
And the ugly ones always stop me
And they ask us what we're doing
And we don't say anything
We never answer them
Since 12 years old, stuck in the street
In the problems with my people, don't fail
What I've lived hasn't been in vain
And what you say doesn't count
And no matter how much I try to count, it doesn't add up
Since I was a child in the courts
I missed school for judicial appointments
Among lawyers and prosecutors
I used to want to be a soccer player
Playing in the blocks, on the court
I used to run with the ball
And now I run away from the police
And look, look who would've thought
Before I had nothing
Before I didn't even know what a hundred was
And now I want to have a thousand a day
And how many in this?
How many are the ones who have suffered
They are counted, the ones who are mine
And Peke has finally come out
And everything has been just for money
Money to split among siblings
Everything has been just for money
Money to split among siblings
Money to buy myself a tracksuit
Money to buy myself some sneakers
Money to give to my mom (Uh-oh)
Buy her a house too if she wants (Uh-oh)
Since 12 years old, stuck in the street
In the problems with my people, don't fail
What I've lived hasn't been in vain
And what you say doesn't count
And no matter how much I try to count, it doesn't add up
Since I was a child in the courts
I missed school for judicial appointments
Among lawyers and prosecutors