Vida Real
Esta vez sin caretas
Pero tengo mi palabra
Y sé que no debo callarme
Muchas gracias
Vida real, dime qué tal
Llegamos hasta aquí, no hemos para'o de currar
Tú me has puesto malo, tú me vas a curar
Esto es un apuro, no hay que depurar
Del 90, la venta aumenta
Fernando suena gordo, eso es lo que representa
Si tú no me miente', no esperes que te mienta
Esto es gas, gas pimienta
Trato, ah, aquí no hay trato
Tú no eres 2Pac, eres Los hombres de Paco
Eso suena trap, eso suena trapo
Manos arriba, esto es un atraco
Guapo, OG maco
Estate alerta, atento al dato
Siete vidas, y no soy un gato
Lo vendo bueno, bonito, barato
Sopa, sopa, sopa boba
Tamo' to's a la sopa boba
No hacemos na' cuando vemos que nos roban
Nosotros mismos nos ponemos la soga
Lover, lover, un one lover
A los que callan cuando interrogan
Joda, joda, que se joda
Vente al bolo que parece una boda
Los chamaquitos se la fuman toda
Cuida'o con la copa que te echan droga
Me creo el Papa y no llevo toga
Les entra el hipo si las canto todas
Loba', loba', miles de lobas
Que les tengo echá' la cruz, que me llamaron brother
Joga, joga, pero bonito
Pegando balonazos desde pequeñito
Chocolate, marihuana
Ron de Barrica, viene de La Habana
Hago la maleta, me voy pa' Tijuana
Me fumo un cigarrito, bebo Mamajuana
En mi cama, no more drama
Me gusta esa cara de no sé qué trama'
El último ring y suena la campana
Tú el yang, yo el yin, somos panas
Pa'l monte Fuji me vivo la movie
Ando bad and boujee, tú eres un Teletubbie
Tú no acabas ni un cubo de Rubik
Tú acabas en la UVI
To's tus colegas animando
Just do it, just do it!
Siamo richi in amici
Andiamo a fare un giro in Mitsubishi
Per la strada de Ibiza city
Arrivo a DC10, aqua di Fiji
Ascolta Fernando, ammazza a tutti
Vedo tutti raper facendo footing
Sono vuoti con le groupie
Me siento un sniper en el Call of Duty
Raperos de mentira que están muertos si me tiran
Apunto al blanco y afino la mira
Cuando entro yo, nadie respira
Cuando me voy, rompan filas
Os falta rutina, el Blas lo anima
Fernando Costa, un campo de minas
Un saludo pa' mis locos de México lindo
Un saludo pa' mis guachos de Argentina
¿Quién estaba cuando no teníamos nada?
Y dime quién estaba cuando el dinero no llegaba
Y dime quién estaba cuando te partías la cara
Cuando no tenías ni un duro, cuando te cortaron las alas
Y dime quién estaba cuando no teníamos nada
Y dime quién estaba cuando el dinero no llegaba
Y dime quién estaba cuando te partías la cara
Cuando no tenías ni un duro, cuando te cortaron las alas
Real Life
This time without masks
But I have my word
And I know I shouldn't keep quiet
Thank you very much
Real life, tell me how it's going
We've come this far, we haven't stopped working
You got me sick, you're gonna cure me
This is a rush, no need to purify
From the 90s, sales are increasing
Fernando sounds heavy, that's what it represents
If you don't lie to me, don't expect me to lie to you
This is gas, pepper gas
Deal, ah, there's no deal here
You're not 2Pac, you're the Paco's men
That sounds like trap, that sounds like rag
Hands up, this is a hold-up
Handsome, OG maco
Stay alert, pay attention to the info
Seven lives, and I'm not a cat
I sell it good, pretty, cheap
Soup, soup, silly soup
We're all in the silly soup
We don't do anything when we see we're being robbed
We put the noose on ourselves
Lover, lover, a one lover
To those who stay silent when interrogated
Mess around, mess around, let it mess around
Come to the party, it looks like a wedding
The kids smoke it all
Careful with the drink they spike with drugs
I think I'm the Pope and I don't wear a robe
They get hiccups if I sing them all
She-wolf, she-wolf, thousands of she-wolves
They've crossed me, they called me brother
Play, play, but nicely
Kicking balls since I was little
Chocolate, marijuana
Aged rum, comes from Havana
I pack my bags, I'm going to Tijuana
I smoke a cigarette, drink Mamajuana
In my bed, no more drama
I like that face of I don't know what's up
The last round and the bell rings
You the yang, me the yin, we're buddies
For Mount Fuji, I live the movie
I'm bad and boujee, you're a Teletubbie
You can't even finish a Rubik's cube
You end up in the ICU
All your friends cheering
Just do it, just do it!
We're rich in friends
Let's go for a ride in a Mitsubishi
On the road to Ibiza city
I arrive at DC10, Fiji water
Listen to Fernando, kill them all
I see all rappers jogging
They're empty with the groupies
I feel like a sniper in Call of Duty
Fake rappers who are dead if they diss me
I aim for the target and sharpen my aim
When I enter, no one breathes
When I leave, break ranks
You lack routine, Blas encourages it
Fernando Costa, a minefield
Greetings to my crazy ones from beautiful Mexico
Greetings to my dudes from Argentina
Who was there when we had nothing?
And tell me who was there when the money didn't come
And tell me who was there when you were breaking your face
When you had no money, when your wings were clipped
And tell me who was there when we had nothing?
And tell me who was there when the money didn't come
And tell me who was there when you were breaking your face
When you had no money, when your wings were clipped