Un Brindis
¿Qué lo que, wa wa wa?
¡Rochy!
Un bobito de la vida, tú sabe'
En mis dos años, yo le hice la casa a mami sin manca'
Compré mi apartamento y ahorré una cosita má'
En mi mejor momento, en planes de mi gira
Casi pierdo la vida, chocamo' con la realidad
Un brindis por lo' que son puro'
Lo' que no doblan en lo' bobo' (¡niño!)
Hoy brindo por lo' verdadero'
Porque reale' no salen todo'
Un brindis por lo' que son puro', na' má'
Lo' que no doblan en lo' bobo' (sabe')
Hoy brindo por lo' verdadero'
Porque reale' no salen todo' (¡oye, cómo es que dice, wa wa wa!)
Hoy brindo por lo' que son puro', por lo' que son reale'
Porque al final del día, eso es lo único que vale
Ya no le hago tiempo a gente, pero hay gente que hacerle el tiempo le sale
Me han pagao' con lealtad y con eso tengo que pagarle'
Compañero, casi sangre, no por cosa' materiale'
Gente que estuvie'n ahí sin yo vocearle: No te embale'
Dime tú de qué me vale decirte, aquí to' sufrimo'
Y cuando miro pa' atrá', ya hay otro' que pasan lo mismo
Todo tiene su motivo, un guerrero no abandona
Y cuando me aflijo, pienso que al barbú' no se cuestiona
Tengo tanto pa' la renta, otro prófugo en la loma
¿Cuánto' ante' de lo' 30 no le tendieron la lona?
Conforme a tu voluntad, me siento bendecido
Gracias por permitirme conocer lo' amigo' mío'
Y sufriendo me río, no importa, me estoy sanando
Ademá', es un privilegio todavía está respirando
Un brindis por lo' que son puro'
Lo' que no doblan en lo' bobo' (¡niño!)
Hoy brindo por lo' verdadero'
Porque reale' no salen todo'
Un brindis por lo' que son puro', na' má'
Lo' que no doblan en lo' bobo'
Hoy brindo por lo' verdadero'
Porque reale' no salen todo' (¡oye, cómo es que dice, wa wa wa!)
Son poco', pero existen, y mujere' purina
Lo' que se devuelven a buscarte en la pista
Hay que ponerle' su bobo, a ver quiéne' resisten
Quiero ver cuánto me extraña, quién ya no me necesita
Brindo por tanta gente, no importa dónde te encuentre'
Si tú eres gotti gotti, yo te voy a lleva' presente
Todo fue tan de repente, no me aferro a disparate'
O sea, mientras pueda, pero trata de cuidarte
Te van a vela' si tú roncaste, estoy claro de tu envidia
Dios me arrodilló, no, tú me arrodillaste
He visto mucha' vece' bobo, bobo, bobo
Yo nací sin tener na', porque el Señor me lo dio todo
Gracia' a lo' que confían porque tampoco fui yo solo
Pero mi garganta y mi' oracione' me sacan del lodo
Me quedo con lo' mío' y no lo' dejo solo'
Lo malo de ser real es que te brega uno del coro
Un brindis por lo' que son puro'
Lo' que no doblan en lo' bobo' (¡niño!)
Hoy brindo por lo' verdadero'
Porque reale' no salen todo'
Un brindis por lo' que son puro', na' má'
Lo' que no doblan en lo' bobo'
Hoy brindo por lo' verdadero'
Porque reale' no salen todo' (¡oye, cómo es que dice, wa wa wa!)
Y si empiezo a mencionarlo no termino, ¿me entiende'?
Flow viejo mío
Porque yo soy agradecío' con mucha gente
Que yo aprecio y valoro, pero si empiezo aquí, no vo'a terminar
Tú sabe' qué lo que, wa wa wa (¡Rochy!)
El Movimiento Paralelo (La Alcaldía)
Nata Records produciendo (Segundo Poder)
Ele Ka
Hablamo' ahora, niño, tú sabe' que
Estoy en recuperación, eh
No puedo forzar mucho (hablamo' ahora, despegué)
Yo quiero agradecerle' a mi mamá y a mi papá
Es con lo' que yo ando, no to' el mundo
Hablamo' ahora, ñiño
Esto es un brindis por lo' que son puro'
Por lo' que están ahí, por lo' que no doblan, gotti gotti
Onguito (tú sabe' qué lo que, niño, despegué)
Brailin
Na' má' tengan fe en Dios
Me acuerdo cuando dije eso
Que desperté la primera vez
A Toast
What's up, wa wa wa?
Rochy!
A little fool of life, you know
In my two years, I built my mom's house without missing a beat
Bought my apartment and saved a little more
At my best moment, planning my tour
I almost lost my life, we crashed into reality
A toast to those who are pure
Those who don't bend for the fools (boy!)
Today I toast to the real ones
Because real ones don't come out all the time
A toast to those who are pure, nothing else
Those who don't bend for the fools (you know)
Today I toast to the real ones
Because real ones don't come out all the time (hey, how does it go, wa wa wa!)
Today I toast to those who are pure, to those who are real
Because at the end of the day, that's all that matters
I don't make time for people anymore, but there are people who make time for me
They have paid me with loyalty and with that I have to pay them
Companion, almost blood, not for material things
People who were there without me calling out: Don't get carried away
Tell me, what good is it for me to tell you, here we all suffer
And when I look back, there are others going through the same
Everything has its reason, a warrior doesn't give up
And when I get upset, I think that the bearded one is not questioned
I have so much for rent, another fugitive on the hill
How many before 30 were not laid out?
According to your will, I feel blessed
Thank you for allowing me to meet my friends
And suffering, I laugh, it doesn't matter, I'm healing
Besides, it's a privilege to still be breathing
A toast to those who are pure
Those who don't bend for the fools (boy!)
Today I toast to the real ones
Because real ones don't come out all the time
A toast to those who are pure, nothing else
Those who don't bend for the fools
Today I toast to the real ones
Because real ones don't come out all the time (hey, how does it go, wa wa wa!)
They are few, but they exist, and pure women
Those who come back to look for you on the track
You have to put your fool to the test, to see who resists
I want to see how much you miss me, who no longer needs me
I toast to so many people, no matter where I find you
If you are gotti gotti, I will keep you present
Everything happened so suddenly, I don't cling to nonsense
I mean, as long as I can, but try to take care of yourself
They will see you if you snore, I am clear about your envy
God knelt me down, no, you knelt me down
I have seen many fools, fools, fools
I was born with nothing, because the Lord gave me everything
Thanks to those who trust because I wasn't alone either
But my throat and my prayers get me out of the mud
I stick with mine and don't leave them alone
The bad thing about being real is that you deal with the chorus
A toast to those who are pure
Those who don't bend for the fools (boy!)
Today I toast to the real ones
Because real ones don't come out all the time
A toast to those who are pure, nothing else
Those who don't bend for the fools
Today I toast to the real ones
Because real ones don't come out all the time (hey, how does it go, wa wa wa!)
And if I start mentioning it, I won't finish, do you understand?
My old flow
Because I am grateful to many people
Whom I appreciate and value, but if I start here, I won't finish
You know what's up, wa wa wa (Rochy!)
The Parallel Movement (The Mayor's Office)
Nata Records producing (Second Power)
Ele Ka
We talk now, boy, you know
I'm in recovery, huh
I can't push too hard (we talk now, I took off)
I want to thank my mom and dad
That's who I walk with, not everyone
We talk now, boy
This is a toast to those who are pure
To those who are there, to those who don't bend, gotti gotti
Onguito (you know what's up, boy, I took off)
Brailin
Just have faith in God
I remember when I said that
That I woke up the first time
Escrita por: Rochy RD / Nata Record