Llámalo (part. Aiman JR)
Sito
Mi apoyo a la gente que tuvo respeto, y a gente mayor de su barrio alimenta
Yo doy mi apoyo al que un día fue violento, y por ver sufrir a la mama tuvo en cuenta (Sito)
Que querer dinero de cerca, que eso a ti solo te hace dar tu' vuelta'
Y por culpa tu' vuelta' te fallan tu' venta'
Hasta que te da' cuenta y estás en lo' 30
Dos pavas, una cama, vida de artista, llámalo
Nos paran por la cara, rompo la pista y gánalo
Toute 7alal, fuck l3alam, mami Annabelle ya lo partió
No' llaman por tener cara, llaman 7arraga aquel que subió
Do-Do-Dos pavas, una cama, vida de artista, llámalo
Nos paran por la cara, rompo la pista y gánalo
Toute 7alal, fuck l3alam, mami Annabelle ya lo partió
No' llaman por tener cara, llaman 7arraga aquel que subió
Mi équipe blinda'o, bandido' con el rostro tapa'o
Si subo con Paco hay ruina obliga'o
Si bajo con Danger más de uno K. O
El dry con Marlboro, la plata y el oro
Cuidando el género, y con quien colaboro
De la nada al todo sin buscar apoyo
Los trato' cerrado', siempre a nuestro modo
La familia bejer, la calle está igual
Ici le respect se paga con respeto
Fuck le 3alem, paranoia mental
Sonriendo sin estar contento
Jornada en el puesto para flus de dar
Corriendo al Omar hay halal pa' comer
Rutina del bloque, nos toca aguantar
No se puede fiar el precio del poder (¡Eh!)
Dos pavas, una cama, vida de artista, llámalo
Nos paran por la cara, rompo la pista y gánalo
Toute 7alal, fuck l3alam, khoya la calle lo partió
No' llaman por tener cara, llaman 7arraga to' el que subió
Dos pavas, una cama, vida de artista, llámalo
Nos paran por la cara, rompo la pista y gánalo
Toute 7alal, fuck l3alam, khoya la calle lo partió
No' llaman por tener cara, llaman 7arraga to' el que subió
Lo' que hablaron fueron mucho', luego solo estuvieron dos
Bros, yo solo creo en Dios, bros me fallaron como tos
Yo en esto soy el boss, y no, son goles como Kross
Pa' tu grupo es puesto cross (Yo siempre ando en motocross)
Chef son flip y jango, como dijo el bro, ay
Suena click, y al mambo, al jambo se le deja en SOS., ueue
Ello' bailan tango, y yo ando buscando mi flus, eh
Puse todo al mando, y el rambo ya estaba en Hong Kong
Dos pavas, una cama, vida de artista, llámalo
Nos paran por la cara, rompo la pista y gánalo
Toute 7alal, fuck l3alam, mami Annabelle ya lo partió
No' llaman por tener cara, llaman 7arraga aquel que subió
Dos pavas, una cama, vida de artista, llámalo
Nos paran por la cara, rompo la pista y gánalo
Toute 7alal, fuck l3alam, khoya la calle lo partió
No' llaman por tener cara, llaman 7arraga to' el que subió
7arraga to' el que subió, 7arraga to' el que subió
Call It (feat. Aiman JR)
Sito
My support to the people who had respect, and to older people who feed their neighborhood
I give my support to the one who was once violent, and for seeing his mom suffer took into account (Sito)
Wanting money up close, that just makes you turn around
And because of your turn around, your sales fail
Until you realize and you're in your 30s
Two chicks, one bed, artist life, call it
They stop us by the face, I break the track and win it
All halal, screw the world, mommy Annabelle already split it
They don't call us for having a face, they call the one who rose
Two chicks, one bed, artist life, call it
They stop us by the face, I break the track and win it
All halal, screw the world, mommy Annabelle already split it
They don't call us for having a face, they call the one who rose
My team is shielded, bandits with their faces covered
If I go up with Paco, ruin is forced
If I go down with Danger, more than one knocked out
The dry with Marlboro, the silver and gold
Taking care of the genre, and who I collaborate with
From nothing to everything without seeking support
Deals closed, always in our own way
The Bejer family, the street is the same
Here respect is paid with respect
Screw the world, mental paranoia
Smiling without being happy
Day at work to give out cash
Running to Omar for halal to eat
Block routine, we have to endure
You can't trust the price of power (Hey!)
Two chicks, one bed, artist life, call it
They stop us by the face, I break the track and win it
All halal, screw the world, bro the street split it
They don't call us for having a face, they call the one who rose
Two chicks, one bed, artist life, call it
They stop us by the face, I break the track and win it
All halal, screw the world, bro the street split it
They don't call us for having a face, they call the one who rose
What they said was a lot, then there were only two left
Bros, I only believe in God, bros let me down like coughs
I'm the boss in this, and no, they're goals like Kross
For your group, it's a cross (I'm always on motocross)
Chef are flip and jango, as the bro said, hey
Sounds click, and to the mambo, the jambo is left in SOS., ueue
They dance tango, and I'm looking for my cash, hey
I put everything in charge, and Rambo was already in Hong Kong
Two chicks, one bed, artist life, call it
They stop us by the face, I break the track and win it
All halal, screw the world, mommy Annabelle already split it
They don't call us for having a face, they call the one who rose
Two chicks, one bed, artist life, call it
They stop us by the face, I break the track and win it
All halal, screw the world, bro the street split it
They don't call us for having a face, they call the one who rose
They call the one who rose, they call the one who rose