Domingo
Yeh, yeh
Dedicado a mis negros de la esquina
Y a todos los wachos del barrio
Que malgastan su vida
Cantores malos
Yeh, yeh
Seh, seh
Mi trono está perdido en el underground
Mi honor es algo que nunca van a comprar
Esa mierda quema, tengo que olvidar
Esa puta perra nos quiere matar
Hay que diferenciar el nivel esencial
Evidencias de mis creencias en vivencias al azar
Un café y a pensar, poca fe en el altar
Déjame un respiro, vida, que quiero escapar
No, no molestar a mi manada
¿Esa es su vida? No creo nada
No hay que apuntar si el arma no está cargada
Con la mente elegante y las Nikes manchadas
Mi plaga, uniéndose a ese desenlace
Faltan billetes, falta suerte, faltan ases
Estrellarme en su mirada como un kamikase
MDB, prim', barrio con clase
MDB, barrio con clase
Barrio con clase, barrio con clase
Jaja
Yeh, yeh
Fuck this shit, gorras planas y un buen beat
Por la city, todo el día mirando bitches
Fuck this shit, ya preguntan por mi click
Por la city, todo el día enrolando weed
Fuck this shit, beauty beauty on my feet
Por la city, todo el día mirando bitches
Fuck this shit, esa dama va con three
Por la city, todo el día enrolando weed
Cereal y chocolate, nicotina y mate
Pocos pueden hacerlo como se lo hacía el cracker
El amor es combate, su corazón no late
Putas queriendo vernos, es el real state
Bajate, su amor inalcanzable
Ja, mis ojeras inborrables
Fumo en la esquina con miradas no confiables
Escupo droga de valores invaluables
Muy tarde
Muy tarde
Sunday
Yeah, yeah
Dedicated to my black people on the corner
And to all the guys in the neighborhood
Who waste their lives
Bad singers
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
My throne is lost in the underground
My honor is something they will never buy
That shit burns, I have to forget
That fucking bitch wants to kill us
We must differentiate the essential level
Evidence of my beliefs in random experiences
A coffee and think, little faith in the altar
Give me a break, life, I want to escape
No, don't disturb my pack
Is that your life? I don't believe anything
Do not aim if the weapon is not loaded
With an elegant mind and stained Nikes
My plague, joining that outcome
Missing bills, missing luck, missing aces
Crash into his gaze like a kamikaze
MDB, prim', classy neighborhood
MDB, a classy neighborhood
Classy neighborhood, classy neighborhood
Ha ha
Yeah, yeah
Fuck this shit, flat caps and a good beat
Around the city, all day looking at bitches
Fuck this shit, they're already asking for my click
Around the city, rolling weed all day long
Fuck this shit, beauty beauty on my feet
Around the city, all day looking at bitches
Fuck this shit, that lady goes with three
Around the city, rolling weed all day long
Cereal and chocolate, nicotine and mate
Few can do it like the cracker did
Love is combat, its heart does not beat
Whores wanting to see us, it's the real estate
Come down, your unattainable love
Yes, my indelible dark circles
I smoke in the corner with untrustworthy glances
I spit out drugs of priceless value
Very late
Very late