La Respuesta (part. LIT killah)
No siento dolor, hay que seguir con esta mierda
Me están llamando to' los feka'
Me buscan porque quieren la receta (oh-oh-oh)
Y ya no siento dolor
Ya no quiero tenerlos cerca
No quiero gastar tiempo con vo'
Si está' esperando una respuesta
(I'm feeling aloud)
I'm feeling aloud
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
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)
I'm feeling aloud
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (I'm feeling aloud)
Ellos no aguantan presión
Barra' pa' tu corazón (pa-paw)
Flexeo en el trap, voy sin hielo en mi cuello porque lo saque pa' meterlo en un blunt
Ellos cuentan cuento', son siempre los mismos, por eso el progreso les da resbalón
Yo fumo, lo escribo, lo grabo, me vuelvo a mi keli tranquila a fumarme otro blunt
Dale, come on everybody
Quiero que lo mueva tu shorty
Salimo' y hacen mmm toa' las babie' del hood si pasamo' a dosciento' en el rally
A esa lady le gusta la mari
No le falta si sale de party
Si lo mueve hace bum, como un coche hace brrum
Está tan dura que lo parte hasta Cali, yeah-yeah
Hay que seguir con esta mierda
Me están llamando to' los feka'
Me buscan porque tengo la receta
Y ya no siento dolor
Ya no quiero tenerlos cerca
No quiero gastar tiempo con vo'
Si está' esperando una respuesta
(I'm feeling aloud)
I'm feeling aloud
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-I'm feeling aloud
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)
I'm feeling aloud
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (ay)
No me esperaban y yo volví (uh)
En auto amarillo a lo Bumblebee
A mí me la hicieron, mintieron
Quisieron jugarle las cartas al comodín
Estoy solo, ellos son como mil
La encesto al aro, wacho, como O'Neal
A mí me la hicieron, mintieron
Quisieron ganarle a alguien con solo wins
Andan fronteando Gucci fake, my killa (yeah-yeah)
Mostrando lo que no ve, solo que es mentira
Gira como Beyblade, gritan mayday (Mayday)
Esperen un poco porque se les termina
Y ahora ya no uso ropa repetida
Esa shorty me viene a buscar arrepentida
En el club miran like uh
Pero se me pega y digo: Oh, my God
(I'm feeling aloud)
I'm feeling aloud
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
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)
I'm feeling aloud
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud
The Answer (feat. LIT killah)
I don't feel pain, we have to continue with this shit
They're all calling me
They're looking for me because they want the recipe (oh-oh-oh)
And I no longer feel pain
I don't want to have them close
I don't want to waste time with you
If you're waiting for an answer
(I'm feeling aloud)
I'm feeling aloud
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
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)
I'm feeling aloud
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (I'm feeling aloud)
They can't handle pressure
Bars for your heart (pa-paw)
Flexing in the trap, I go without ice on my neck because I took it out to put it in a blunt
They tell stories, they're always the same, that's why progress slips away from them
I smoke, I write it, I record it, I go back to my place calmly to smoke another blunt
Come on, everybody
I want your girl to move it
We go out and all the babies from the hood go mmm if we pass two hundred in the rally
That lady likes weed
She doesn't miss anything if she goes out to party
If she moves it, it goes boom, like a car goes vroom
She's so tough that she even impresses Cali, yeah-yeah
We have to continue with this shit
They're all calling me
They're looking for me because I have the recipe
And I no longer feel pain
I don't want to have them close
I don't want to waste time with you
If you're waiting for an answer
(I'm feeling aloud)
I'm feeling aloud
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-I'm feeling aloud
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)
I'm feeling aloud
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (ay)
They didn't expect me and I came back (uh)
In a yellow car like Bumblebee
They did it to me, they lied
They tried to play the wildcard
I'm alone, they're like a thousand
I slam dunk like O'Neal
They did it to me, they lied
They tried to beat someone with only wins
They're fronting with fake Gucci, my killa (yeah-yeah)
Showing what they don't see, only that it's a lie
Spinning like a Beyblade, screaming mayday (Mayday)
Wait a little because it's over for them
And now I don't wear the same clothes twice
That girl comes to look for me repentant
In the club they look like uh
But she sticks to me and I say: Oh, my God
(I'm feeling aloud)
I'm feeling aloud
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
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud (-oud)
I'm feeling aloud
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling aloud
Escrita por: Lit killah / Ptazeta