24/Siempre

24/Always

24/Siempre

Ey, yo'Ey, yo'
It's Trueno, man'Es el Trueno, pai'

They seek to have the essence of the kid from the two bridgesBuscan tener la esencia del wacho de los dos puentes
You hear the woo woo almost alwaysSe escucha el woo woo casi siempre
All those posh kids say they're gangstars, but they lieTodos esos chetos dicen que son gangstars, pero mienten
Motherfucking fakes, don't even tryMotherfucking fakes, no lo intenten

I only have beef with the president's catYo solo tengo el beef con el gato del presidente
If I didn't live it, don't tell me about itSi no lo viví, no me lo cuentes
And if I did live it, thank luckY si lo viví, dale gracias a la suerte
Because the street is hotQue la calle está caliente
After twelve twentyDespués de las doce y veinte
With my angelic faceCon mi cara de angelito
Walking through my neighborhood, delinquentCaminando por mi barrio, delincuente

Oh, my fucking God, we come strongOh, my fucking God, venimos fuerte
Oh, my fucking GodOh, my fucking God
I make him eat half the continentHago que coma la mitad del continente
You who know the truths that tighten my teethVos que sabés las verdades que aprietan mis dientes
Many feel it but they don'tMuchos sienten que lo sienten pero no

Ey, welcome to my gang, we're ajobaEy, welcome to my gang, estamos ajoba
He always threw bad vibes at me and it's because I have it dumbSiempre me tiró la mala y es porque la tengo boba
Daddy, the real ones we meet in personPapi, los reales nos junamos en persona
You be careful that your fake chainVos cuidado con que tu falsa cadena
Doesn't turn into a nooseNo se te convierta en soga

Now everyone sells, everyone stealsAhora todos venden, todos roban
They talk about kilos, bro, calm down, do you feel so cool, huh?Hablan de kilos, pa', tranquilos ¿te sentís tan piola, eh?
In my neighborhood, kids die for drugsEn mi barrio los wachos mueren por drogas
So think twice before writing for fashionAsí que pensá dos veces antes de escribir por moda

Fake rapper, they don't represent me at allFake rapper, no me representan nada de nada
The kids from my hood would kick you in the face, fakeLos gurises de mi hood te patearían la cara, fake
Writing basic style and calling it a hitEscribiendo estilo básico y llamarlo hit
How nice the plastic gun looks on you in the music videoQué lindo te queda el fierro de plástico en el videoclip

And those who are really rap, put your hands upY los que de verdad son rap, put your hands up
I walk my dick on the face of the pressPaseo la poronga por la cara de la prensa
They think I'm staggering, I'm still standingPiensan que tambaleo, sigo de pie
The cops want to mess with us, but they don't know whatLa yuta quiere jodernos, pero no saben con qué

Motherfucker, through dark streets, little shineMamabicho, por calles oscuras, poco brillo
In none, but I catch crossing the tenementsEn ninguna, pero pillo cruzando los conventillos
If I answer them, they take a screenshotSi les respondo, sacan screenshot
Cats talk about triggers, I don't have a GlockGatos hablan de gatillos, yo no tengo una Glock
I have knuckles (I have knuckles)Tengo nudillos (tengo nudillos)

And yes, I made a lot of shit with my songsY sí, hice pila de mierda mis temas
But that kid wasn't me, daddy, new mindPero ese wacho no era yo, papi, mente nueva
I know too hardcore for my girlSé que demasiado hardcore pa' mi nena
But don't ask me to avoid what runs through mePero no pidan que evite lo que me corre
In the ve-ve-ve-ve-veinsEn las ve-ve-ve-ve-venas

I sound flame when I spit phlegmSueno flama cuando escupo flema
Like Pity with the bike burning the sixth candleComo Pity con la bici quemando la sexta vela
The freshest in the fucking sceneEl más fresco de la puta escena
DJ Pela put the beatDJ Pela puso el beat
Trueno put him in trouble, boyTrueno lo puso en problemas, boy

Commune 4 is in the area, daddyComuna 4 está en el área, papi
Twenty for everTwenty for ever
No gamesNo se juega
If we pass by, they dieSi pasamos, se mueren