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Aunque te alteres o niegues que no me deben
Y vengan con esos niggas, te juro navego suave
Esquinas con mi sangre, situaciones graves
Calibre 38 en oscuros finales
No interesa si lo valen
No interesa si te sale o me sale
Hambre en sus paladares
Políticos dando señales, y ella pensando en sus labiales
Donde estoy ya lo saben
Tratando de escapar de esto
Aunque también muero por esto
Amando lo que detesto
Regalándote el primer puesto
Tirando amor para los nuestros

Hey, madre mía no pares de bailar
De esto es pa' gente de mi barrio que no supo brillar
Pa' eso' hijo' e' perra que buscan la libertad
Para esas tierras, que se conforman con soñar
Hey, madre mía no pares de bailar
De esto es pa' gente de mi barrio que no supo brillar
Pa' eso' hijo' e' perra que buscan la libertad
Para esas tierras, que se conforman con soñar

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Even if you get upset or deny that they don't owe me
And come with those niggas, I swear I sail smoothly
Corners with my blood, serious situations
Caliber 38 in dark endings
It doesn't matter if they're worth it
It doesn't matter if it works for you or for me
Hunger in their palates
Politicians giving signals, and she thinking about her lipsticks
Where I am, they already know
Trying to escape from this
Although I also die for this
Loving what I detest
Giving you the first place
Throwing love for our own

Hey, my mother don't stop dancing
This is for people from my neighborhood who didn't know how to shine
For those sons of bitches looking for freedom
For those lands that settle for dreaming
Hey, my mother don't stop dancing
This is for people from my neighborhood who didn't know how to shine
For those sons of bitches looking for freedom
For those lands that settle for dreaming

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