ABAYARDE (part. Huan62 y Hades66)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Esto es ghetto, ghetto
Si no me viste, 'taba haciendo dinero
Escondiendo to' la droga en el maletero
This is bitches de la calle, no soy pelotero
Si somos pobres, pero no confio en ninguna cuero
Es que a mí, nada me sorprende
Los emprendedores del barrio son delincuentes
Es otro sistema ni de este la'o del puente
No es lo mismo vivirlo aquí dicen los [?]
Dios sabe la libra que yo conté
Que yo estoy vendiendo droga, eso de lejos se ve
Mami dice que me cuide, porque me puede vender
Y yo con un peine 30 que le quedan como tres
Esto es ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, bandido como Tego
Le descubrimos el clavo a la cacha, ya vio el sangrero, -grero, -grero
Los joseadores del patio, no soy chipero
Pero tengo este chipero que te hace tu reguero, -guero, -guero
Esto es ghetto, ghetto
Si no me viste, 'taba haciendo dinero (ah-ah-ah-ah)
Escondiendo to' la droga en el maletero (en el maletero)
This is bitches de la calle, no soy pelotero
Si somos pobres, pero no confio en ninguna cuero
Esto es ghetto, ghetto
Si no me viste, 'taba haciendo dinero (oye, El 66)
Escondiendo to' la droga en el maletero (jaja)
This is bitches de la calle, no soy pelotero
Si somos pobres, pero no confio en ninguna cuero (mera, oye)
Si bajo pa' RD con El Alfa y 62 (jaja, oye)
Tu viste el de 30, sabes que mi corte e' glock (tú sabe)
Román, Pippen, Jordan en el '9-2 (wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh)
No le doy cotorra, nosotros somos lo' bo (na)
Por el bloque la motora saliendo de Herrera (ah)
Tenemos los bolsillos yeezy como De La (sí, sí)
Tajia mis diamantes, Tajia mis cadenas
Si le bajamos chucky, cabrón, mi menor te frena (oye)
Mami tú 'ta del kilo, los trajes en cocodrilo (-drilo)
Estas piedras las sacamos de un submarino (wuh)
Por culpa de la glizzy, e' que tengo los ojos chinos (chinos)
No estamos en Arabia y suenan to' los palestinos (no, no)
Esto es ghetto, ghetto (sí)
Si no me matan, yo te mato primero (jaja)
Los deportivos con asientos en cuero (wuh)
Haciendo cuarto pa' la family, no estamos en cuero
Prendemos la disco en fuego y es con el botelleo (no, oye)
Esto es ghetto, ghetto
Si no me viste, 'taba haciendo dinero
Escondiendo to' la droga en el maletero (Ah)
This is bitches de la calle, no soy pelotero
Si somos pobres, pero no confio en ninguna cuero
Por culpa de la glock, te pongo a correr en el campo y pita
Yo tengo una rabia descendiente en Guachupita
Aquí corremos to' con situación extrema
Y tú siempre te embala, buen mamañema
Vengo de lo hondo, vendiendo bondo
El perico lo pisa en la prensa hasta el fondo
Esto lo sabe nada mal, el que la ha viví'o
El que entra no sale de escalofrío
La shorty dándome una mamadora
Vacie un peine tambora
Si me miraste mal, el loco te decora
No me hable de título ni placa
Mientras sea un joseador, y ni cuenta tenga la pata (no)
De lo que dicen: Yo mato por ti, tengo 1500
Y cuando se arma el bobo, salen a 2500
Esto es ghetto, ghetto
Si no me viste, 'taba haciendo dinero
Escondiendo to' la droga en el maletero (ah)
This is bitches de la calle, no soy pelotero
Si somos pobres, pero no confio en ninguna cuero
Esto es ghetto, ghetto
Si no me viste, 'taba haciendo dinero
Escondiendo to' la droga en el maletero
This is bitches de la calle, no soy pelotero
Si somos pobres, pero no confio en ninguna cuero
Esto es ghetto, ghetto
Si no me viste, 'taba haciendo dinero
Escondiendo to' la droga en el maletero
This is bitches de la calle, no soy pelotero
Si somos pobres, pero no confio en ninguna cuero (oye, ah)
What the fuck [?]
Hablando pupu de los tigueres que controlan
Huan62 (la para de Herrera)
Esto es Generación Z, y ustedes 'tan de asilo de anciano
(Cualquier vaina coge un Uber)
(-Se le mandan la factura de bla')
Departamento de Recursos Humanos, mamagrano
Atentamente el culpable, Ch-Chael
Hades66
The King of the [?]
Ghetto (feat. Huan62 and Hades66)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger
Nothing surprises me anymore
The hustlers from the hood are criminals
It's a whole different system, not from this side of the bridge
It's not the same living it here, they say the [?]
God knows the weight that I counted
That I'm selling drugs, you can see it from afar
Mom says to watch out, 'cause she might sell me out
And I got a 30-round clip, and it’s got like three left
This is ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, bandit like Tego
We found the nail in the handle, you saw the bloodshed, -shed, -shed
The hustlers in the yard, I ain't no petty thief
But I got this hustler who’ll make your mess, -mess, -mess
This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash (ah-ah-ah-ah)
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk (in the trunk)
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger
This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash (hey, El 66)
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk (haha)
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger (hey, listen)
If I go down to DR with El Alfa and 62 (haha, hey)
You saw the 30, you know my crew's got glocks (you know)
Román, Pippen, Jordan in the '9-2 (wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh)
I don’t talk shit, we’re the real deal (nah)
Riding through the block on the bike coming out of Herrera (ah)
We got pockets full of cash like De La (yeah, yeah)
Cut my diamonds, cut my chains
If we drop Chucky, bro, my little one will stop you (hey)
Mommy, you’re on point, the suits in crocodile (-dile)
We pulled these stones out of a submarine (wuh)
Thanks to the glizzy, I got slanted eyes (slanted)
We ain't in Arabia, and all the Palestinians are sounding off (no, no)
This is ghetto, ghetto (yeah)
If they don’t kill me, I’ll kill you first (haha)
The sports cars with leather seats (wuh)
Making cash for the family, we ain't broke
We light up the club on fire and it’s with the bottle service (no, hey)
This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk (ah)
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger
Thanks to the glock, I’ll have you running in the field and honking
I got a rage coming from Guachupita
Here we all run with extreme situations
And you always get caught up, good mamañema
I come from the bottom, selling bondo
The coke gets pressed in the press to the bottom
Only those who’ve lived it know it’s no joke
Once you’re in, you don’t come out with chills
The shorty giving me head
I emptied a clip like a drum
If you looked at me wrong, the crazy one will decorate you
Don’t talk to me about titles or badges
As long as you’re a hustler, and don’t even know the score (no)
Of what they say: I’ll kill for you, I got 1500
And when the shit hits the fan, they come out at 2500
This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk (ah)
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger
This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger
This is ghetto, ghetto
If you didn't see me, I was making cash
Hiding all the drugs in the trunk
These are street bitches, I ain't no ballplayer
Yeah, we're broke, but I don't trust any gold digger (hey, ah)
What the fuck [?]
Talking shit about the guys who control
Huan62 (the crew from Herrera)
This is Generation Z, and you guys are in a nursing home
(Any bullshit, just grab an Uber)
(-They’ll send you the bill for blah)
Department of Human Resources, motherfucker
Sincerely, the guilty one, Ch-Chael
Hades66
The King of the [?]