C.O.L.D - Acru

Imágenes en tus ojos, se vuelven films

Yo no me olvido de lo que dejamos

Y lo que juramos de kids

Un sueño a largo plazo

Horas sin dormir, así los vi, ácido kids

Desde tus ojos casi por mí

La vida final canibal, camina de animal print

Para mí, la cima es una esquina

Que hace un rato paso por ahí

Ahora me atacan a mí

Ahora duplico la apuesta de rap del país

Los negros jodieron la party

El tiempo a favor nada frustra mi planes

Droga auditiva que escuchen chacales

Se erizan la piel y atraviesan portales

¿Boquearon?

Decime, ¿quién es?

Comete la firma del rey

Les suelto dos freestyles, le borro la face

Dudaron hasta que de frente lo ven

Lo que la crítica ve, es la rítmica del criminal que

Duplicó la apuesta desde aquel dia

En el que creían que ya no tenia con que

Me sale natural, yo solo lo hice por mi

Los vi juzgar lo que después aplaudir

Me salió natural, yo solo lo hice por mi

Los vi juzgar lo que—

Yes, you, volvió Mr. Fresco

A escribir el resto, dividí textos

Fue minimizado lo que hice al respecto

Cuestión de tiempo, sigo invirtiendo

Cada partícula de mi esfuerzo

Y como premio, en casas y

Barrios partieron el pan me sirvieron respeto

Cromos, tíralos

Hablo de esquinas con tags

La clicka duplica la capacidad

A la mínima rítmica actividad

Tiempo

Para vernos llegar

Aquel que creía que ya no podía

De real vería que daríamos para más

Cuantas vueltas le dimo' a Sol

Lo puse en mis manos y lo use de farol

Que dulce el ardor

Por más que no use that drug

Produce el argot

Supéralo

Dejemos atrás todo esto

La suerte no está en mi tarot

El éxito tiene manejos inciertos

Cierto que el que reparte soy yo

Ánimo, ánimo

Bajo cero como Barilo'

Sigo recto, modo Abbey Road

Ojos serios, textos áridos

Ánimo, ánimo

Árido camino en lo alto de Babylon

Vengo a dejar mi voz

Ya que lo que no resalta se va rápido

Pictures in your eyes, they become films

I do not forget what we left

And what we swear about kids

A long term dream

Hours without sleep, that's how I saw them, acid kids

From your eyes almost for me

The cannibal end life, walk by animal print

For me, the top is a corner

I've been there for a while

Now they attack me

Now I double the rap bet of the country

Blacks fucked up the party

Time favors nothing frustrates my plans

Hearing drug let jackals listen

They bristle their skin and go through portals

Did they gasp?

Tell me, who is it?

Commit the king's signature

I release two freestyles, I delete the face

They doubted until they see it from the front

What criticism sees is the rhythm of the criminal who

He doubled the bet from that day

In which they believed that he no longer had what to do

It comes naturally to me, I just did it for myself

I saw them judge what later they applaud

It came naturally to me, I just did it for myself

I watched them judge what—

Yes, you, Mr. Fresco is back

To write the rest, I divided texts

It was downplayed what I did about it

Matter of time, I keep investing

Every particle of my effort

And as a prize, at home and

Neighborhoods broke bread they served me respect

Stickers, throw them away

I speak of corners with tags

The clicka doubles the capacity

At the slightest rhythmic activity

Time

to see us arrive

The one who believed that he could no longer

Really I would see that we would give for more

How many laps did we give to Sol

I put it in my hands and used it as a bluff

How sweet the burning

As much as I don't use that drug

produces the slang

Get over

let's leave all this behind

Luck is not in my tarot

Success has uncertain handling

It is true that the one who distributes is me

cheer up, cheer up

Below zero like Barilo'

I keep going straight, Abbey Road mode

Serious eyes, arid texts

cheer up, cheer up

Barren road on top of Babylon

I come to leave my voice

Since what does not stand out goes fast