No Te Imaginas (part. Morad)
Oh, yeah
Skinny-kinny, ye-yeah
Skinny-kinny, yeah
De pequeño me enseñaron una cosa
Que se come más si come' calla'ito
Por aquí sabemos cómo va la cosa
Va por todos los que abrieron el pico
Y que tiren, mira, yo no compito
Y que hablen, que la gente está loca
Quieren hasta la comida 'e tu boca
El dinero no te hace más rico
Tú no te imaginas
Lo que uno ha pasado
En el tiempo hemos sufrido
Pa' llegar ahora a la cima
A algunos les da grima
Porque no saben lo que hemos pasado
¿Entonces por qué opinas?
¿Entonces por qué opinas?
Se ha pasado frío y también caliente
Antes en la calle éramos pocos
Ahora desde arriba se ve mucha gente
Desde arriba se ve diferente
Porque desde abajo se disfruta
Policía siempre le tiran pito'
Envidia porque se vive bonito
Y sin tener que hacer delito
Disfrutando-do-do
Y viviendo cómodo-do-do
Con ninguno yo jodo-do-do
Con los míos codo a codo
Y sigo disfrutándolo-lo-lo
Y viviendo cómodo-do-do
Con ninguno yo jodo-do-do
Con los míos codo a codo
Y que las cosas de palacio van despacio
Pero yo ya me he compra'o una baldosa
Y que digan lo que digan no hago caso
Porque esto está lleno de envidiosas
Así que diles que
Por aquí nacimos sin miedo a perder
Esperando a que las cosas cambien
Me gusta el dinero, mira a ti también
Pero por dinero nos echaste a perder, yeah
Dios bendiga mi suerte, yeah
La familia no miente
Ni tampoco se compra
Por aquí estamos fuertes
Dime qué es lo siguiente
No hace falta que te escondas
Ya no quieren ni verte
Porque tú solo mientes
No cuidas de tu gente
Por aquí presidentes
De la isla, mi barrio presente
Tú no te imaginas
Lo que uno ha pasado
En el tiempo hemos sufrido
Pa' llegar ahora a la cima
A algunos les da grima
Porque no saben lo que hemos pasado
Entonces, ¿por qué opinas?
Entonces, ¿por qué opinas?
Oye
Shout-out pa' to'a mi gente de la isla
Representando en el mundo entero (eh-eh-eh)
Oye, del barrio al cielo
Itchy & buco sounds baby (uh-uh)
Ah, shout-out pa' hospitalet, Barcelona (uh-uh)
El flakko, el morad, ah (uh)
¿Qué está pasando baby? Hum, yes sir
You Can't Imagine (feat. Morad)
Oh, yeah
Skinny-kinny, ye-yeah
Skinny-kinny, yeah
When I was little they taught me one thing
That you eat more if you eat quietly
Around here we know how things go
It's for all those who opened their mouths
And let them talk, look, I don't compete
And let them talk, people are crazy
They even want the food from your mouth
Money doesn't make you richer
You can't imagine
What one has gone through
In time we have suffered
To reach the top now
Some are disgusted
Because they don't know what we've been through
So why do you give your opinion?
So why do you give your opinion?
We've been cold and also hot
Before, there were few of us on the street
Now from above you see many people
From above it looks different
Because from below you enjoy
Police always blowing their whistle
Envy because life is good
And without having to commit a crime
Enjoying-enjoying
And living comfortably-comfortably
I don't mess with anyone
With my people side by side
And I keep enjoying it-it-it
And living comfortably-comfortably
I don't mess with anyone
With my people side by side
And that things in the palace go slowly
But I've already bought a tile
And whatever they say, I don't pay attention
Because this is full of jealous people
So tell them
Around here we were born without fear of losing
Waiting for things to change
I like money, look, you do too
But because of money you ruined us, yeah
God bless my luck, yeah
Family doesn't lie
Nor can it be bought
Around here we are strong
Tell me what's next
You don't need to hide
They don't even want to see you anymore
Because you only lie
You don't take care of your people
Around here presidents
From the island, my neighborhood present
You can't imagine
What one has gone through
In time we have suffered
To reach the top now
Some are disgusted
Because they don't know what we've been through
So why do you give your opinion?
So why do you give your opinion?
Hey
Shout-out to all my people from the island
Representing all over the world (eh-eh-eh)
Hey, from the neighborhood to the sky
Itchy & buco sounds baby (uh-uh)
Ah, shout-out to Hospitalet, Barcelona (uh-uh)
The flakko, the morad, ah (uh)
What's going on baby? Hum, yes sir