Vela Por Tu Vida - Baby Rasta

«Algunas veces te sientes apretado…

Te sientes debil…

Y cuando te sientes debil…

Sientes que vas a rendirte…

Pero tienes que buscar de lo mas profundo de tu interior…

Una fuerza, que no lo permite…

Que te ayuda a luchar, y luchar…

Y te empuja…

Para llegar a la cima…

Wooo…»

Vela por tu vida

No te vallas en viaje

En vivir mi vida

Soy un cantante que ha tenido exitos y caidas

En lo personal, jum

Ni que se diga

Balas me han rozado

Y por poco una me costaba la vida

Alzen las manos

Todos los que a mi me envidian

No se imaginan lo que ago dia a dia

Vivo la vida todos los dias

Como es despedida

Con el corillo de las Monjas

Fumando marimba

Tu no tienes flow

Tampoco tienes gun

Te guillas en las canciones

De que eres un matón

En la pelicula que vives de gangsters

No metes cabras

No hagas que este flaco te de un bofetón

Soy Rasta

El hombre del momento

Te doy uno arriba

Y los demas para que brinques en el cemento

Soy como soy

Y no como el lambon de ******

Tu quieres ser como yo

O como el rapero Tempo

Bichotes de cartón

Me tira en tus canciones

Pa' sentirte hombre

Pero no estoy conforme

Quisiera mandarte un viaje

Con mi maldita cadena

Dejarte el sello de Illegal Life Records en tu cabeza

Asi es mi vida

Asi soy yo

Asi vive «Illegal Life» y «New Records»

My song, my flow, my show

My gun, you know

Y envuelvete con mi canción

Me quieren ver morir

Vengan por mi

Si quieren matarme

No moriré

My song, my flow, my show

My gun, you know

Y envuelvete con mi canción

Desde los noventas canto en residenciales

Fumo todos los dias, mato con metales

Con nadie hago las pases

Y no te pases

Que si te prospasas

Moriras en la puerta de tu casa

Con el corillo Glock, .40 full, peines de treinta

Conmigo nadie inventa

Pues llego quien llega

Baby Rasta, el de la cuarenta

Y no provoques que te mate con mi letra

Tu eres feca

No estas apto para esta guerra

Moriras sangrado en una puta cuneta

Yo soy calle, tu no eres calle

Y tu lo sabes

Y es mejor que conmigo no te resbales

Naci solo, jodo solo, guerreo solo

Y contra ti, contra cualquiera yo me jodo

No me la tengo que pasar con gangsters, pai'

No aparento con cadenas que no es mia, pai'

Para sacar la paz aqui en la discoteca, pai'

Para tener que frontear con una botella de champagne

Estos cabrones se creen Superman

A todas estas nos matamos y no me jodas mas

Asi es mi vida

Asi soy yo

Asi vive «Illegal Life» y «New Records»

My song, my flow, my show

My gun, you know

Y envuelvete con mi canción

Me quieren ver morir

Vengan por mi

Si quieren matarme

No moriré

My song, my flow, my show

My gun, you know

Y envuelvete con mi canción

(Que se mueran!)

(Todos mueran!)

(De un tiro en la cabeza!)

(Por envidia todos mueran!)

(De un tiro en la cabeza!)

«Ay, ay, ay papito…

Esto es un poquito…

De lo que puede venir en «Sentenciados»…

Ustedes, no me amenazen con cuchillos sin filos…

No me paso con nadie en la discoteca ni con corillo pa' meter cabras…

Tu lo sabes…

Sonic…

Distes otro palo mas pa' la colección de Baby Rasta y Gringo…

Y esta vez te pauto, porque yo no vendo sueños a la hora de pautar…

Sooo…

Soportenme!

The Score!

Tu sabes quien soy!

The Score, what!

The Score, what!

The Score!

Ah, Nando?

Como que no le tenemos miedo a nadie!

(Por envidia todos mueran!)

(De un tiro en la cabeza!)

Wooh!

Ay…

Jaja!

“Sometimes you feel tight…

you feel weak...

And when you feel weak...

You feel like you're going to give up...

But you have to look deep inside yourself...

A force that does not allow it...

That helps you fight, and fight...

And it pushes you…

To get to the top…

wow…”

watch over your life

Don't go on a trip

in living my life

I am a singer who has had successes and falls

Personally, yum

not to be said

bullets have grazed me

And almost one cost me my life

put your hands up

All those who envy me

You can't imagine what I do day by day

I live life every day

how is farewell

With the group of Nuns

smoking marimba

You don't have flow

You don't have a gun either.

You guillas in the songs

that you are a thug

In the movie you live from gangsters

do not put goats

Don't make this skinny slap you

I'm Rasta

The man of the moment

I give you one up

And the others for you to jump on the cement

I am what I am

And not like the ****** lambon

you want to be like me

Or like the rapper Tempo

cardboard bichotes

throw me in your songs

To feel like a man

But I'm not satisfied

I would like to send you a trip

With my damn chain

Leave the Illegal Life Records stamp on your head

this is my life

That's how I am

This is how he lives «Illegal Life» and «New Records»

My song, my flow, my show

My gun, you know

And surround yourself with my song

they want to see me die

Come for me

if they want to kill me

I will not die

My song, my flow, my show

My gun, you know

And surround yourself with my song

Since the nineties I sing in residential

I smoke every day, I kill with metals

With nobody I make amends

and don't go overboard

What if you overstep

You will die at the door of your house

With the Glock corillo, .40 full, thirty combs

With me nobody invents

Well, whoever arrives arrives

Baby Rasta, the one from forty

And don't cause me to kill you with my lyrics

you are feca

You are not fit for this war

You'll die bleeding in a fucking gutter

I am street, you are not street

And you know it

And it is better that with me you do not slip

I was born alone, I fuck alone, I fight alone

And against you, against anyone I fuck

I don't have to hang out with gangsters, pai'

I do not appear with chains that is not mine, pai'

To get peace here in the discotheque, pai'

To have to front with a bottle of champagne

These bastards think they are Superman

We kill all of these and don't fuck with me anymore

this is my life

That's how I am

This is how he lives «Illegal Life» and «New Records»

My song, my flow, my show

My gun, you know

And surround yourself with my song

they want to see me die

Come for me

if they want to kill me

I will not die

My song, my flow, my show

My gun, you know

And surround yourself with my song

(Let them die!)

(everyone die!)

(From a headshot!)

(For envy all die!)

(From a headshot!)

"Oh, oh, oh daddy...

This is a little…

Of what may come in "Sentenced"...

You guys, don't threaten me with dull knives...

I don't spend time with anyone at the discotheque or with a group to get goats...

You know it…

Sonic…

You gave another stick for the Baby Rasta and Gringo collection…

And this time I'm advertising you, because I don't sell dreams when advertising...

soooo…

Support me!

TheScore!

You know who I am!

The Score, what!

The Score, what!

TheScore!

Oh Nando?

Like we're not afraid of anyone!

(For envy all die!)

(From a headshot!)

wow!

Oh…

Haha!