La Respuesta (part. LIT killah)

The Answer (feat. LIT killah)

La Respuesta (part. LIT killah)

I don't feel pain, we have to continue with this shitNo siento dolor, hay que seguir con esta mierda
They're all calling meMe están llamando to' los feka'
They're looking for me because they want the recipe (oh-oh-oh)Me buscan porque quieren la receta (oh-oh-oh)

And I no longer feel painY ya no siento dolor
I don't want to have them closeYa no quiero tenerlos cerca
I don't want to waste time with youNo quiero gastar tiempo con vo'
If you're waiting for an answerSi está' esperando una respuesta
(I'm feeling aloud)(I'm feeling aloud)

I'm feeling aloudI'm feeling aloud
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I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)
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I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (I'm feeling aloud)I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (I'm feeling aloud)

They can't handle pressureEllos no aguantan presión
Bars for your heart (pa-paw)Barra' pa' tu corazón (pa-paw)
Flexing in the trap, I go without ice on my neck because I took it out to put it in a bluntFlexeo en el trap, voy sin hielo en mi cuello porque lo saque pa' meterlo en un blunt
They tell stories, they're always the same, that's why progress slips away from themEllos cuentan cuento', son siempre los mismos, por eso el progreso les da resbalón
I smoke, I write it, I record it, I go back to my place calmly to smoke another bluntYo fumo, lo escribo, lo grabo, me vuelvo a mi keli tranquila a fumarme otro blunt

Come on, everybodyDale, come on everybody
I want your girl to move itQuiero que lo mueva tu shorty
We go out and all the babies from the hood go mmm if we pass two hundred in the rallySalimo' y hacen mmm toa' las babie' del hood si pasamo' a dosciento' en el rally
That lady likes weedA esa lady le gusta la mari
She doesn't miss anything if she goes out to partyNo le falta si sale de party
If she moves it, it goes boom, like a car goes vroomSi lo mueve hace bum, como un coche hace brrum
She's so tough that she even impresses Cali, yeah-yeahEstá tan dura que lo parte hasta Cali, yeah-yeah

We have to continue with this shitHay que seguir con esta mierda
They're all calling meMe están llamando to' los feka'
They're looking for me because I have the recipeMe buscan porque tengo la receta

And I no longer feel painY ya no siento dolor
I don't want to have them closeYa no quiero tenerlos cerca
I don't want to waste time with youNo quiero gastar tiempo con vo'
If you're waiting for an answerSi está' esperando una respuesta
(I'm feeling aloud)(I'm feeling aloud)

I'm feeling aloudI'm feeling aloud
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I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)
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I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (ay)I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (ay)

They didn't expect me and I came back (uh)No me esperaban y yo volví (uh)
In a yellow car like BumblebeeEn auto amarillo a lo Bumblebee
They did it to me, they liedA mí me la hicieron, mintieron
They tried to play the wildcardQuisieron jugarle las cartas al comodín

I'm alone, they're like a thousandEstoy solo, ellos son como mil
I slam dunk like O'NealLa encesto al aro, wacho, como O'Neal
They did it to me, they liedA mí me la hicieron, mintieron
They tried to beat someone with only winsQuisieron ganarle a alguien con solo wins

They're fronting with fake Gucci, my killa (yeah-yeah)Andan fronteando Gucci fake, my killa (yeah-yeah)
Showing what they don't see, only that it's a lieMostrando lo que no ve, solo que es mentira
Spinning like a Beyblade, screaming mayday (Mayday)Gira como Beyblade, gritan mayday (Mayday)
Wait a little because it's over for themEsperen un poco porque se les termina

And now I don't wear the same clothes twiceY ahora ya no uso ropa repetida
That girl comes to look for me repentantEsa shorty me viene a buscar arrepentida
In the club they look like uhEn el club miran like uh
But she sticks to me and I say: Oh, my GodPero se me pega y digo: Oh, my God
(I'm feeling aloud)(I'm feeling aloud)

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I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)
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