Hacia Arriba - Aleman, Emy Soul, Hispana

Ya volé, mira hacia arriba y me la pelé

Mejor escucha bien para que sepas como vergas fue

Perfeccioné todo mi juego y lo jugué

Ya me caí, me levanté

Claro fumé y después lo grabé

Porque aquí la cosa es tendida y sin rajarse

Y ustedes están tan rasgados que ni pueden verse

Hommie tuerce

En el rap puede formarse

Su mundo es mi pipa

Y como hachís van a acumularse

Solamente pa' fumarse

Nos subimos en este viaje

Y aseguro que van a quedarse

¿Quiere forjarse?

Arre hommie, orale

Medicaste paro ¡jalate!

Ven y ponchate

Acuérdate primo cuatro tanques luego rolale

Que luego no toca nada cuando gritan ¡corránle!

Así es la vida por mi barrio mas o menos man

Entonces caile si quieres fumar…

I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun

I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun

I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

Ella es así, me despierta con un beso

Que va a sacarme de este maldito infierno

Así que forjate porque me muero

Ó acuéstate conmigo que estoy que toco el cielo

Aquí compramos con un 100 la gloria

Nada en la cartera, mucho pa' la memoria

Le digo a el que el tiempo no importa

Porque quitando el tiempo la vida es muy corta

Prendete, fúmale, vive, líberate

Traigo la esencia en mi palabra a flor de piel

Besos de cannabis, veneno con miel

Cabalgamos con el viento sin nada que perder;

En este mundo

En este mundo nauseabundo

Necesitamos mas compa rebasate el guarumo y

Desaparezco con el humo

Caminante de este cielo rojo voy sin miedo alguno

Ay María, María hazme volar

Tómame con tus alas que me quiero escapar

Y huír de aquí

Pintame de verde el mundo gris

Que yo sufro mi locura si mi locura es por ti, baby.

Yeah!

I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun

I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun

I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

We never run when the next game comes true

I just trying to get this message through to you

We came here and have a good time

We smoking and joking, and rapping versus the counter man

We big time dreamers in this life

Open up studio make sings all night

In Mexico the never ending strive

Strings of violin stops to all’em high

What the fuck you think we all came here to fuck

I like all these having niggas running for the dough

Stand tall, and wouldn’t fall, cause that’s the reputation

We pumping beats, we did it better across the nation

I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun

I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun

I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

We roll this shit

I already flew, look up and I peeled it

Better listen well so you know how dick it was

I perfected my whole game and I played it

I already fell, I got up

Of course I smoked and then I recorded it

Because here the thing is stretched out and without cracking

And you guys are so torn you can't even see each other

homie twist

In rap can form

Your world is my pipe

And as hash they will accumulate

just to smoke

We got on this ride

And I assure you that they will stay

Do you want to forge?

Arre hommie, orale

You medicated stop, pull it!

come and strike out

Remember cousin four tanks then rolale

That then he doesn't touch anything when they yell run!

This is life in my neighborhood more or less man

Then hang out if you want to smoke...

I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun

I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun

I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

She is like that, she wakes me up with a kiss

That she's going to get me out of this fucking hell

So forjate because I'm dying

Or lie down with me that I am that I touch the sky

Here we buy with a 100 the glory

Nothing in the portfolio, a lot for memory

I tell him that time doesn't matter

Because taking away the time life is very short

Turn on, smoke it, live, free yourself

I bring the essence in my word to the surface

Cannabis kisses, poison with honey

We ride with the wind with nothing to lose;

In this world

In this nauseating world

We need more compa surpass the guarumo and

I disappear with the smoke

Walker of this red sky I go without any fear

Oh Maria, Maria make me fly

Take me with your wings that I want to escape

and run away from here

Paint me the gray world green

That I suffer my madness if my madness is for you, baby.

yeah!

I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun

I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun

I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

We never run when the next game comes true

I just trying to get this message through to you

We came here and have a good time

We smoking and joking, and rapping versus the counter man

We big time dreamers in this life

Open up studio make sings all night

In Mexico the never ending strive

Strings of violin stops to all'em high

What the fuck you think we all came here to fuck

I like all these having niggas running for the dough

Stand tall, and wouldn't fall, cause that's the reputation

We pumping beats, we did it better across the nation

I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun

I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun

I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun

We roll this shit