APRENDER A AMAR
No me meto, no me meto
Pero si me meto la política (¡auh!)
No me siguen, no me reconocen
Porque siempre llevo peluquita (cash)
No soy débil, no soy evidente
Soy una pendeja casi clásica
Gente que tiene money
Gente pelotuda tiene mucha guita
Cuando el dueño viene a la cocina sabe que yo soy la que mejor amasa
Hace tiempo que no vuelvo a casa, ¿qué mira', pendejo?, ¿qué pinga te pasa?
Todo en esta vida, cuesta money, cuesta minutero, cuesta vaselina
Nada bueno salió de apurarse, nada se consigue sin la disciplina
Mucho lujo
Pero de segunda
Mucha labia
Pero se te inunda
Mucha mafia, mucha milanesa, mucho paco y poca mayonesa
Mucha risa, muchas bendicione', pero nadie cumple ninguna promesa
Tienes que aprender a amarte
Tienes que aprender a amarte, perra
Tienes que aprender a amarte
Tienes que aprender
Me pongo joya para salir en la foto
Derrapo bici con el casco de la moto
Capítulo 40, no necesita piloto
La capital pelea y se avecina un terremoto
Mamarracho, quémate en el cenicero
Qué pistacho, todo aquí vale dinero
¿Pero cómo va a salir nueve luca', boludo?
Aunque le ponga azúcar, la política tiene sabor a cemento
Todos queremo' la revolución, ¿pero quién le dedica un momento?
Para odiar hay que querer, dijo El Pity
Toca atravesar la calentura de la city
Tie-tienes que aprender a amarte
Tienes que aprender a amarte, perra
Tienes que aprender
Tienes que aprender a amarte
LEARN TO LOVE
I don't get involved, I don't get involved
But if I get involved in politics (ouch!)
They don't follow me, they don't recognize me
Because I always wear a wig (cash)
I'm not weak, I'm not obvious
I'm almost a classic idiot
People who have money
Stupid people have a lot of money
When the owner comes to the kitchen, he knows I'm the best at kneading
It's been a while since I've been home, what are you looking at, kid? What the hell is wrong with you?
Everything in this life costs money, it costs time, it costs vaseline
Nothing good comes from rushing, nothing is achieved without discipline
A lot of luxury
But second-hand
A lot of talk
But you get flooded
A lot of mafia, a lot of milanesa, a lot of cocaine and little mayonnaise
A lot of laughter, a lot of blessings, but no one keeps any promises
You have to learn to love yourself
You have to learn to love yourself, bitch
You have to learn to love yourself
You have to learn
I dress myself up nice to be in the picture
I skid my bike wearing a motorcycle helmet
Chapter 40, it doesn't need a pilot
The capital is fighting and an earthquake is coming
You clown, burn yourself up in the ashtray
What a mess, everything here is worth money
But how the hell is it gonna cost nine grand, dude?
Even if I add sugar, politics still tastes like concrete
We all want a revolution, but who actually gives it a moment?
To hate, you first have to love, pity said
We have to get through the heat and frustration of the city
Y-you have to learn to love yourself
You have to learn to love yourself, bitch
You have to learn
You have to learn to love yourself