Persecuta
Persecuta los pibes porque andan los justicieros
Rondando por las noches, no te dejan ranchar
Los pibes encascados porque no te dejan fumancharla
Ellos solo quieren molestar, son la justicia pura
Ellos no te dejan hacer esquina
Ellos siempre quieren cortarme la gira
Ellos no te dejan laburar tranquilo
A ellos hay que volarle la gorra son la yuta pura
Ellos quieren mandar acá en mi barrio
Todos los días quieren cortar mi mambo
Esa luz me empieza a encandilar, están en todos lados
Ya no sé por donde escapar, ellos están llegando
Piensan que vamos a correr pero nos re plantamos
Balas empiezan a sonar, no están contestando
Sin fierro y sin placa no se paran de mano los gatos
Yo estoy esperando en un ricon, el tres ocho cargado
Mis manos frías, el tambor van descargando
Miro hacia el cielo, cuantas gorras van volando
Antes nos corrían, pero ahora todo va cambiando
Mira como corre ese bigote, está todo cagado
Hoy falta otro en el barrio, ¿Qué paso?
Vino la yuta a buscarlo
Hoy falta otro en el barrio, ¿Qué paso?
Vino la gorra a buscarlo
Pasan los días y la cosa va empeorando
No sé qué pasa, cada vez hay menos en mi barrio
Son los justicieros que a todos están guardando
Yo estoy esperando en un rincón, el tres ocho cargado
Mis manos frías, el tambor van descargando
Miro hacia el cielo, cuantas gorras van volando
Antes nos corrían, pero ahora todo va cambiando
Mira como corre ese bigote, está todo cagado
Hoy falta otro en el barrio, ¿Qué paso?
Vino la yuta a buscarlo
Hoy falta otro en el barrio, ¿Qué paso?
Vino la gorra a buscarlo
Persecuted
They persecute the kids because the vigilantes are around
Roaming at night, they don't let you hang out
The kids are annoyed because they can't smoke
They just want to bother, they are pure justice
They don't let you hang out on the corner
They always want to ruin my fun
They don't let you work peacefully
You have to knock their hats off, they are pure cops
They want to rule here in my neighborhood
Every day they want to ruin my vibe
That light starts to blind me, they are everywhere
I don't know where to escape, they are coming
They think we'll run but we stand our ground
Bullets start to sound, they're not answering
Without a gun and badge, the cats don't stop fighting
I'm waiting in a corner, the loaded thirty-eight
My hands cold, the drum unloading
I look to the sky, how many hats are flying
Before they chased us, but now everything is changing
Look at that mustache running, he's scared
Today another one is missing in the neighborhood, what happened?
The cops came to get him
Today another one is missing in the neighborhood, what happened?
The cops came to get him
Days go by and things are getting worse
I don't know what's happening, there are fewer people in my neighborhood
They are the vigilantes who are keeping everyone in check
I'm waiting in a corner, the loaded thirty-eight
My hands cold, the drum unloading
I look to the sky, how many hats are flying
Before they chased us, but now everything is changing
Look at that mustache running, he's scared
Today another one is missing in the neighborhood, what happened?
The cops came to get him
Today another one is missing in the neighborhood, what happened?
The cops came to get him
Escrita por: Sound De Barrio