Gangsters (part. Reality)

Gangsters (feat. Reality)

Gangsters (part. Reality)

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Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
If you could see the face I make when I see youSi me viera la carita que se me queda al verte
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
But your mother doesn't want you to be with criminalsPero tu madre no quiere que estés con delincuentes
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Your parents don't like me, I look like a gangsterNo le gusto a tu' padres, aparento muy gánster
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
I'm still the same as before, although now I'm a singer, yeahQue sigo como antes, aunque ahora soy cantante, yeah

Compressed in WinRAR, I send it in a WeTransComprimido en WinRAR, lo envío en un WeTrans—
Don't leak and break your listsNo se vaya a filtrar y rompa sus listas
Olimpia like Chris Brams, a little gift at ChristmasOlimpia like Chris Brams, regalito en Christmas
You can see my pints because there are tinted moonsYa lo ven mis pintas por qué hay lunas tintás'
At the Beema, on a mission along the avenueEn el Beema, en misión por la avenida
This is the third time in a row that they look at us and don't shootYa son tres veces seguidas quе nos miran y no tiran
KG, don't be defensiveKG, no estés a la defensiva
The sticks are no longer on the street, but in the cabinLos palos ya no son еn la calle, sino en la cabina
Knocking over a pile of bottles at the clubTumbando pila de botellas en el club
If there is Ferrari, who prefers the bus?¿Habiendo Ferrari quien prefiere el bus?
Now everything is a la carte, I no longer eat from the menuAhora todo es a la carta, ya no como de menú
This is mine by law, fuck your fucking referendumEsto es mío por ley, que le follen a su puto referéndum
I want beach, white sand in SantoriniQuiero playa, arena blanca en Santorini
Clear water and you in a bikini, yesAgüita transparente y tú en bikini, sí
On the neck the Chanel flow shirtEn el cuello la camisa flow Chanel
Girl, listen to meNiña, escúchame
The Godfather and the Grandfather, Crazy, Hurry UpEl padrino y el abuelo, loco, apúrate

Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
If you could see the face I make when I see youSi me viera la carita que se me queda al verte
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
But your mother doesn't want you to be with criminalsPero tu madre no quiere que estés con delincuentes
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Your parents don't like me, I look like a gangsterNo le gusto a tu' padres, aparento muy gánster
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
I'm still the same as before, although now I'm a singer, yeahQue sigo como antes, aunque ahora soy cantante, yeah

In the same routine even if it drives me crazyEn la misma rutina aunque me saque de quicio
Rolling that drug, bro, get in the flatVagueando esa droga, bro, metí'os en el piso
Since I was a child I have been obsessed with the floorDesde que yo era menor obsesiona'o con lo' piso'
Now I'm going into the cabin, there's no need for all thatAhora entro en la cabina, no hace falta to' eso
Like a dog after a bone, so, mom, calm downLike perro tras el hueso, así que, mama, tranquila
I'm still in the neighborhood even though it's holding tequilaQue sigo por el barrio aunque esté hold up tequila
She liked me because of my killer demeanorA ella le gusto yo que por mi porte de killer
He makes geeky gestures to me, he wants to see me secretlyQue me hace gestos frikis, quiere verme a escondida'
And I keep making money without breaking the lawY sigo haciendo money sin violar la ley
And if they come for that, nigga, stay awayY si vienen a por eso, nigga, stay away
To make that money we have different waysPa' hacer ese dinero we got different ways
What? We're not even a thing yet and he's already calling me 'bae, huh?'¿Qué? Aún no somos nada y ya me llama' bae, ¿ah?
They give their voice and I fall on them without restraintEllo' dan la voz y yo le caigo sin freno
He likes street people, I think that's what we areQue le gustan callejeros, creo que es lo que somos
I like to do it alone, but I have my choirMe gusta hacerlo solo, pero tengo a mi coro
The godfather and the grandfather, give me that tone, heyEl padrino y el abuelo, gestióname ese tono, ey

Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
If you could see the face I make when I see youSi me viera la carita que se me queda al verte
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
But your mother doesn't want you to be with criminalsPero tu madre no quiere que estés con delincuentes
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Your parents don't like me, I look like a gangsterNo le gusto a tu' padres, aparento muy gánster
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouchAy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
I'm still the same as before, although now I'm a singer, yeahQue sigo como antes, aunque ahora soy cantante, yeah