Vengo de La Brea (part. Jere Klein)
En la rua tengo compa' que
Meten la mano, por mi actúan
Este logi no sé que le pasa, no me saluda
Quieren prenderme vela
Y ver mi velorio pero no se les va a dar
No venga' a chantar el malazo
Tú no hable' de pistola
Y ven que voy pa' arriba
Por eso se ponen celoso'
No venga' a enchantar el malazo
Tú no hable' de pistola y
Ven que voy pa' arriba
Por eso se ponen celoso'
Yo soy poderoso, con mi combo armao
Saben lo que pasa cuando andamos
Pa' to' lao
Yo era pato feo, ahora cotizao
Gracias a diosito por tenerme aquí parao
Vengo de la brea, chantan el artículo de vio
Pero uste' no roba
Ustede' se marea'... Porque a la ficha
Del chorito se atrapa
Cuando le hablo en coa
Ya no falta la Glock ni tampoco la plata
El diablo me tento
Pero Diosito me aguarda
Ya no falta la Glock ni tampoco la plata
El diablo me tento
Pero Diosito me aguarda
Di-melo dónde es que están todo el aquel que
Tiro
Saben que pa' acá no llegan
Que pa' acá sobran glopeta'
Pronto me hago rico, ya me veo un bacán
Somo' puro menor de edad y controlamo'
El narcotráfico
Y mírame ahora, andamo' por encima
Con mi makina adentro de la makina
Llegó mi tiempo
Ahora a gile' le cambio el clima
Hago lo que quiera, me gustan mujere' más
Fina'
Pregunta cómo es que le ando fino
Con mi bando de quitamo' la ketamina
Con la calle yo le camino
Te chantamo' la perrera en cada esquina
No venga' a chantar palabrazo
Tú no hable' de pistola'
Que ven que voy pa' arriba por eso
Andan tanto' envidioso
No venga'a chantar el malazo
Tú no hable' de pistola'
Que ven que voy pa'arriba por eso
Se ponen celoso
I Come from La Brea (feat. Jere Klein)
In the street I have friends who
Put their hands in, they act for me
This fool, I don't know what's wrong with him, he doesn't greet me
They want to light a candle for me
And see my wake but it won't happen
Don't come to throw the bad vibes
Don't talk about guns
And see that I'm going up
That's why they get jealous
Don't come to cast the bad vibes
Don't talk about guns
And see that I'm going up
That's why they get jealous
I am powerful, with my armed crew
They know what happens when we're around
Everywhere
I used to be an ugly duckling, now I'm valued
Thanks to God for having me standing here
I come from the slum, they cast the article of force
But you don't steal
You get dizzy... Because with the
Chorito's token you get caught
When I talk to you in slang
There's no lack of Glock or money
The devil tempted me
But God is waiting for me
There's no lack of Glock or money
The devil tempted me
But God is waiting for me
Tell me where are all those who
Shoot
They know they don't come here
That there's plenty of firepower here
Soon I'll get rich, I see myself as a big shot
We're all underage and we control
Drug trafficking
And look at me now, we're above
With my machine inside the machine
My time has come
Now I change the weather for the fools
I do what I want, I like women
More refined
Ask how I'm doing fine
With my gang we take ketamine
With the street I walk
We set up the dog pound on every corner
Don't come to throw big words
Don't talk about guns
They see that I'm going up that's why
They're so envious
Don't come to cast the bad vibes
Don't talk about guns
They see that I'm going up that's why
They get jealous