El Barrio (part. Morad)
SHB
Voluptyk
Eh-eh, eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
Música de corazón
Mi nunca recibí ni una donación
Chándal siempre el pantalón
Video llegando a más de un millón
En el estudio pongo pasión
En conciertos acabo incluso afónico
Algo medio ilógico que le molesta mi situación
No lo hago para ser un matón
Y no me molesta ninguna opinión
Poner la comparación de que alguno lo hace sin tener razón
Aguantamos la presión de grupos que a veces no sé ni quien son
Por aguantar la presión de que el Morad acaba rápido en prisión
Noches de meditación (nunca de medicación)
Mi madre es la ilusión de que yo siga haciendo otra canción
Niños en su habitación escuchando mi música con razón
Su padre facha y abusón, les dice: No escuches al maladrón
Malandrón por querer yo buscarme tranquilo rápidamente mi pan
O de lo malo que me meto, man, a veces no sé lo que pasan
Ayudo siempre a mi madre, ayudo amistades sin dármela
Quieren quitármela, quieren quitármela
Quieren quitármela, pero saben que eso es imposible
Martillo con los contactos
Rápidamente abajo tiene fusible
En el chabolo nunca tú vas a ver la comida que es comestible
Después de un palo hasta to' lo malo lo ves masticable
Sen liten, jag kände var nära med drillers, det dom med principer
Brorsan, han var där själv, i fältet och ingen hjälpte han med kriget
Ni vet vad jag menar, behöver ej nämna namn
Stängt Europa, salute laget
Börjar med ögonen öppna och du kan bli öppnad om du vill få i dig
Saker kan kosta, dom tuffar på coca, men inte såna här omkring oss
Vi jackade i staden, långt utanför lagen, vi driftar byggnader som Nino
Akhi familia, han håller inte primo, behöver bara någon ingång
Dom laddar pistoler, jag ringer min broder, det lite hätta från polisen (fuck the feds)
Jag vet sakerna innan det hänt
Det ba så som det är där vi från (yeah)
Dom kommer tillbaks när det vänt (det vänt)
Kan dom ens kommentera mitt liv?
Dom läser och pluggar vårt spel, som det vore en tenta
Lät det hära som ett brev
Ingen sång, lyssna på oss, dom bästa
Från min la barrio, från min la barrio
Link up connection med Hospitalet
Håller oss stadiga, inte det vanliga
Som Benzema, vi kan pricka direkt
Vakna upp från en galen natt, snurra med galningar
Sover med ångest, men måste bli mätt
Solen, den faller, dom går med metaller
Så sluta va ful, måste vara korrekt
Från min la barrio, från min la barrio
Link up connection med Hospitalet
Håller oss stadiga, inte det vanliga
Som Benzema, vi kan pricka direkt
Vakna upp från en galen natt, snurra med galningar
Sover med ångest, men måste bli mätt
Solen, den faller, dom går med metaller
Så sluta va ful, måste vara korrekt
The Hood (feat. Morad)
Voluptyk
Eh-eh, eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
Music from the heart
I never received any donation
Always tracksuit pants
Video reaching over a million
In the studio, I put passion
In concerts, I end up even hoarse
Something kind of illogical that bothers my situation
I don't do it to be a thug
And I'm not bothered by any opinion
Making the comparison that some do it without reason
We endure the pressure from groups that sometimes I don't even know who they are
For enduring the pressure that Morad ends up quickly in prison
Nights of meditation (never of medication)
My mother is the hope that I keep making another song
Kids in their room listening to my music with reason
Their fascist and abusive father tells them: Don't listen to the scumbag
Scumbag for wanting to find my bread quickly in peace
Or from the bad things I get into, man, sometimes I don't know what's happening
I always help my mother, help friends without expecting anything
They want to take it away from me, they want to take it away from me
They want to take it away from me, but they know that's impossible
Hammer with the contacts
Quickly below has a fuse
In the shanty, you'll never see edible food
After a hit, even all the bad things become chewable
They're small, I felt close with drillers, what they with principles
My brother, he was there alone, in the field and no one helped him with the war
You know what I mean, no need to mention names
Closed Europe, salute the team
Start with eyes open and you can be opened if you want to take it in
Things can cost, they toughen up with coke, but not around here
We jacked in the city, far beyond the law, we drift buildings like Nino
Akhi family, he's not holding primo, just need an entrance
They load guns, I call my brother, a little heat from the police (fuck the feds)
I know things before they happen
That's just how it is where we're from (yeah)
They come back when it turns (it turns)
Can they even comment on my life?
They read and study our game, as if it were an exam
Let this sound like a letter
No song, listen to us, the best
From my hood, from my hood
Link up connection with Hospitalet
Keeping steady, not the usual
Like Benzema, we can score directly
Waking up from a crazy night, spinning with crazies
Sleeping with anxiety, but must get fed
The sun, it falls, they walk with metals
So stop being ugly, must be correct
From my hood, from my hood
Link up connection with Hospitalet
Keeping steady, not the usual
Like Benzema, we can score directly
Waking up from a crazy night, spinning with crazies
Sleeping with anxiety, but must get fed
The sun, it falls, they walk with metals
So stop being ugly, must be correct