DE DONDE VENGO YO (part. Kilvertz)
No, no (yo, Kilvertz on the track)
De donde vengo yo (vengo yo)
La vida me ha enseña'o a hacerme un guerrero (a hacerme un guerrero)
Donde mi plato se comparte aunque no haya dinero (aunque no haya dinero)
Mamá llora sola porque no hay comida
Y es que cuando llegan malas nadie está en tu vida
Tengo una pistola y demasiada ira
Pa'l cabrón que quiera guerra vam'o y se le tira
Muchos son [?], ¿pero cuántos puro'?
Cuando más tienes dinero más dicеn ser tuyo
Más sube la fama, menos los rеale'
Gracia' a Dios ya nos tocaba cobro semanale'
Antes era la tana, ahora son Bin Laden
Pero uno no se olvida que nació en la calle
Niños fuman verde, otro' criminale'
Unos su camino lleno de metale'
Yo no quise lo que tengo, pero se me dio
Yo no quise ser del barrio, pero me tocó
Ponte mis zapa' y camina como lo hago yo
Y no dañes a la familia por ser un cabrón
De donde vengo yo
La vida me ha enseña'o a hacerme un guerrero
Donde mi plato se comparte aunque no haya dinero
Aunque no haya dinero
De donde vengo yo
La vida me ha enseña'o a hacerme un guerrero
Donde mi plato se comparte aunque no haya dinero
Aunque no haya dinero
Por la noche atracamo' y por la tarde vendemo'
Nadie sabe cuánto vamo', cuánto movemo'
Nombres no conocemos
Pa' tú querer tirarme tienes que jugar con fuego
Primero luchemo' pa' hacerno' guerrero'
Aquí somos los mismos, no existen amigos nuevos
Corazón sincero, demasiada raza
La escuela no enseña lo que ve en la plaza
El falso te abraza cuando no se llora
El dinero te envicia y todos te abandonan
Yo me cuido solo de todo' mi enemigo
Cabrón, yo vivo en guerra, así lo quiso el destino
De donde vengo yo
La vida me ha enseña'o a hacerme un guerrero
A hacerme un guerrero
De donde vengo yo
La vida me ha enseña'o a hacerme un guerrero
Donde mi plato se comparte aunque no haya dinero
Aunque no haya dinero
Yo, Kilvertz on the track
WHERE I COME FROM (feat. Kilvertz)
No, no (me, Kilvertz on the track)
Where I come from (I come from)
Life has taught me to become a warrior (to become a warrior)
Where my plate is shared even if there's no money (even if there's no money)
Mom cries alone because there's no food
And when bad times come, nobody is in your life
I have a gun and too much anger
For the bastard who wants war, we go and shoot
Many are [?], but how many are real?
When you have more money, they say they're yours
The more fame rises, the less real they are
Thanks to God, we were already due weekly payment
Before it was the tana, now it's Bin Laden
But one doesn't forget that they were born in the street
Kids smoke green, others are criminals
Some walk their path full of metal
I didn't choose what I have, but it was given to me
I didn't want to be from the neighborhood, but it was my fate
Put on my shoes and walk like I do
And don't harm the family for being a bastard
Where I come from
Life has taught me to become a warrior
Where my plate is shared even if there's no money
Even if there's no money
Where I come from
Life has taught me to become a warrior
Where my plate is shared even if there's no money
Even if there's no money
At night we rob and in the afternoon we sell
No one knows how much we go, how much we move
We don't know names
To want to shoot me, you have to play with fire
First we fight to become warriors
Here we are the same, there are no new friends
Sincere heart, too much race
School doesn't teach what it sees in the square
The fake hugs you when you don't cry
Money addicts you and everyone abandons you
I only take care of all my enemies
Bastard, I live in war, that's how destiny wanted it
Where I come from
Life has taught me to become a warrior
To become a warrior
Where I come from
Life has taught me to become a warrior
Where my plate is shared even if there's no money
Even if there's no money
Me, Kilvertz on the track