Me Hizo La Calle (feat. Gotay) - Benny Benni, Gotay

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El mas que escribe remember

Las concord low

Cerquillo y el blow

Botella e Black Label

Marimba al flabel y me siento slow

El carro asicala’o

Pulio y brilla’o

Ando con Seis cadenas

La cartera llena, Ya toy volau

Donde yo piso tiemblan

Me gano toa la hembra

Tengo nervio de acero

Una 4.0 que no esta pa jodiendas

No fue que naci, la calle me hizo

Empezamo de abajo, yo sali del piso

No me la disfrace, me quede con el case

Los punto y los guisos…

Volvio Mr. controversy

Laramercy

El dia que me muera que me suban las jersey

23 de los Bulls, no la de Jorda en wizards

La percha esta tan full que no cabe una camisa

No hay mahomes to es jogger y Doscientas tenis

Quien es el mas que escribe, que en Google sale Benny

Quien podra defendernos si murio el chapulin

Pues enganchate Dos cortas, Seis peines, el magazine

Las nenas me quieren, los hombres critican

La calle me hizo los cantantes se pican

Hay un diluvio de money como el arca de Noe

No tengo sangre en mi cuerpo estoy lleno de Möet

Ando en el maquinon, un arrebato cabron

Cuando fumo le cambio la letra a esta cancion (Jajaja)

Sabes que yo soy de calle hay putas y un pistolon

Que yo me acuerdo cuando andaba to tirado por ahi el avento

Y ahora tengo KTM, Yekiti y gallo 500

Trataron de humillarme y nunca les baje los guante

Y Ahora les fronteo porque estoy duro y alante

Tirenme si quieren yo como, duermo y chicho

Que mas voy a escribir si ya todo yo lo he dicho

Millonario a los veinte yo canto por capricho

En esto del palabreo tienen que mamarme el bicho

No me ronquen en la season si no llegan a Play Off

Tu eres una cucaracha, yo te baño en off

Ponganme la corona con diamantes y rubies

Pal que el burro no se caiga por correo no lo envies

Se martilla, se chambea, pero poquito jalan

Los sacamos de equilibrio aunque anden en new balance

Ronque lo que ronque y ande con quien ande

Yo sere menor pero la calle me hizo grande

Donde yo piso tiemblan

Me llevo toa las hembras

Tengo los nervios de acero

Una 4.0 que no esta pa jodiendas

No fue que naci, la calle me hizo

Empezamo de abajo, yo sali del piso

No fue que naci, la calle me hizo

Empezamo de abajo, yo sali del piso

No me la disfrace, me quede con el case

Los punto y los guisos…

Donde yo piso tiemblan aunque no tengan prueba en escena

Los casquillo, la 40 son los que me chotean

Sigo ileso me han tirao un par de veces en el expreso

Termino pisandole la cara con las Jordan retro

Diablo Rasta es el fronteo sigo vivo y bajo deo

Quien puede contra los lobos y la sociedad del dinero

Ustedes estan pegao y no los veo

Ando con los menores y te mueres si te apuntan con el deo

Poderoso como RealG4Life baby

Los mas duro en esto Gringo y Benny Benni

Rasta la botella de champagne que se destapa

Cuesta mas que las cadenas tuyas bañada en lata

No me gusta frontiar pero Benny dice que esta se vale

Asi que voy a contarte par de historia de mi brother Ale

Cuando andabamos en el Porsche colorao, bien asicalao

Con el Sound Roof esplallao, bien almoroliao

Con las Jordan retro que pa esos tiempos no eran retro

Eran nuevas, sino con las ouclut y con las chanclas teva

Sino con el playero, los corto y las flowho

Tu rapeton todavia se escucha flojo

Tranquilo papo que toito cambia

Dale rewind al casette y ponte humolandia

Mis respeto pal DJ Negro y el Vico

Que yo sepa ese es el mas duro en Puerto Rico

Cierre el pico muchacho que esto es a lo loco

Aqui to el mundo mete mano, aqui nadie es ñoko

Y mala mia por si me emboco

Pero el nombre que esta corriendo por ahi es el del Broko

La calle me hizo y me gradue con honores

Desde el underground soy uno de los mejores

Me crie entre los puntos, rifles con los tambores

Vacilando con gatas de todo los colores

Un dia en el hotel otro en el caserio

No queria problema siempre estaba en mi lio

Estuve en un tiempo retirao y perdio

Y mirenme ahora el genero es mio

Millone en la red, las radio se alborotan

Mato con los videos los conciertos explotan

Cual es mi inspiracion?, ahi esta el detalle

No me hizo una disquera, a mi me hizo la calle

Las concord low

Cerquillo y el blow

Botella e Black Label

Marimba al flabel y me siento slow

El carro asicala’o

Pulio y brilla’o

Ando con Seis cadenas

La cartera llena, Ya toy volau

Donde yo piso tiemblan

Me gano toa la hembra

Tengo nervio de acero

Una 4.0 que no esta pa jodiendas

No fue que naci, la calle me hizo

Empezamo de abajo, yo sali del piso

No me la disfrace, me quede con el case

Los punto y los guisos…

Soy el dueño del movimiento, musicalmente soy un experto

Lo mio es sumar pana mio yo nunca resto

Tengo toa las retro, controlo el area metro

Y tengo socios en la isla mi herma que son de respeto

A las shortys se lo meto despues ni les contesto

No quiero tipas Psico que pongan veinte pretexto

Botellas de blue label, los philly y las endo

De humilde presupuesto, y el que ronque lo acuesto

Le doy un call al boss y que baje toa las prendas

El Rolex endiamantoa, pa que me entienda

Yo vengo de abajo y me quede con toa la tienda

Y tengo un par de localcito que me estan pagando rentas

Y yo sigo aqui…

Y no pienso dejarla caer eh, eh

Mis viejos me enseñaron Wo oh oh

A nunca retroceder…

(Ladies And Gentleman)

Otro palo mas es Yankee Sterium plo, plo

Hasta un muerto resucita para escuchar mi 16

Quien ha matao los dos Millenium?

plo, plo

Voa revelarle mi secreto yo vengo desde el space

Socorro, soy el panico, gritos a chorro

Un objeto no identificado impacto pueltorro

Se apodero del mundo porque era necessary

Cuenta la historia de un fenomeno llamado Daddy

Alice Parkinson, leyenda en el microphone

Bajando los progamas a estos bichotes de Microsoft

Satelite del case estas peor que un G.P.S

Se pasan llevando y trayendo soliciten J.P.S

Con Cuatro barras le mandaron pal casco (Uno menos)

Quedan Tres y a ese le dieron al clavo con todo lleno

Faltan Dos Y a Uno de ellos papa dios le dio el aviso

De ese grupo queda uno a mi la calle me hizo

Esto es solo un comienzo, del Tres Dos Mil Uno, Cinco

Garantizado voy a dejar Dos o Tres trinco, frizado

Amarrese las bota soldado

Que este año si que vengo virado

Mueka bota el philly que estamos fumando Baxy, relaxy

En la parte atras del taxy

Manhattan, Paseando por el Brooklyn Brige

Te pillamos en Nueva York y te apagamos el Switche

Home boy, seguimos en el tope a galope

No hay un party que se escocote

Promotores aseguren su dinero, primero

Que cuando explote en Enero salieron su recupero

Muy facil, el que los contabiliza

Dicen que Cosculluela no escribe, improvisa

Pero nadie se atreva a cruzar la raya

Porque vaya pa donde vaya

No hay un huracan que tumbe esta muralla.

El Princi

El Cere Uh Uh

El Mueka, Brrr

Segui, El Productor

Y Recuerda Que…

Rotweillas Inc. Men

La Historia De Este Genero

LG, Da One

Si Tu La Conoces (Da Boss)

El Princi

Dicta Que Solo Un Personaje

Dimelo Benni

Lo Hizo La Brea

Impre…

Cris G

La Jodienda

SK Records

I followed

The most who writes remember

the concord low

fringe and blow

Bottle and Black Label

Marimba to the flabel and I feel slow

The asicala'o car

Polished and shined

I walk with six chains

The wallet is full, I'm already flying

Where I tremble

I win all the female

I have a nerve of steel

A 4.0 that is not for fucking

It wasn't that I was born, the street made me

We started from the bottom, I left the floor

I did not dress it up, I kept the case

The points and the stews…

Mr. controversy is back

laramercy

The day I die let my jersey go up

23 from the Bulls, not Jorda's at wizards

The hanger is so full that a shirt does not fit

There are no mahomes to be a jogger and two hundred sneakers

Who is the most that writes, that Benny appears in Google

Who could defend us if the chapulin died

Well get hooked Two short, Six combs, the magazine

The girls love me, the men criticize

The street made me the singers itch

There's a deluge of money like Noah's ark

I have no blood in my body I am full of Möet

I'm in the machine, a bastard outburst

When I smoke I change the lyrics to this song (Hahaha)

You know that I'm from the street, there are whores and a pistol

That I remember when the event was lying around

And now I have KTM, Yekiti and Gallo 500

They tried to humiliate me and I never let them down

And now I front them because I'm hard and front

Throw me if you want I eat, sleep and boy

What else am I going to write if I have already said everything

Millionaire at twenty I sing on a whim

In this talk they have to suck the bug

Don't snore me in the season if you don't make it to Play Off

You are a cockroach, I bathe you in off

Crown me with diamonds and rubies

Pal that the donkey does not fall by mail do not send it

It is hammered, it is chambea, but they pull a little

We take them out of balance even if they are in a new balance

Snore what you snore and walk with whoever you walk with

I may be smaller but the street made me great

Where I tremble

I take all the females

I have nerves of steel

A 4.0 that is not for fucking

It wasn't that I was born, the street made me

We started from the bottom, I left the floor

It wasn't that I was born, the street made me

We started from the bottom, I left the floor

I did not dress it up, I kept the case

The points and the stews…

Where I stand they tremble even though they have no proof on the scene

The caps, the 40 are the ones that joke with me

I'm still unharmed, they threw me a couple of times on the express

I end up stepping on his face with the retro Jordans

Devil Rasta is the fronteo I'm still alive and under deo

Who can against the wolves and the money society

You are stuck and I don't see you

I walk with minors and you die if they point their finger at you

Powerful like RealG4Life baby

The hardest in this Gringo and Benny Benni

Rasta the bottle of champagne that is uncorked

It costs more than the chains of yours bathed in a can

I don't like frontiar but Benny says this one is okay

So I'm going to tell you a couple of stories about my brother Ale

When we were in the Porsche colorao, well assail

With the Sound Roof esplallao, well almoroliao

With the retro Jordans that for those times were not retro

They were new, but with the ouclut and with the teva flip flops

But with the beach, the short and the flowho

Your rapeton still sounds weak

Calm down dad, everything changes

Rewind the cassette and get smokey

My respect for DJ Negro and Vico

To my knowledge that is the hardest in Puerto Rico

Shut up boy, this is crazy

Everyone puts their hand here, nobody here is ñoko

And my bad in case I get stuck

But the name that is running around is that of Broko

The street made me and I graduated with honors

From the underground I'm one of the best

I was raised between the points, rifles with the drums

Hesitating with cats of all colors

One day in the hotel another in the farmhouse

I didn't want a problem, I was always in my mess

I was in a retired time and lost

And look at me now the gender is mine

Million on the net, the radios riot

I kill with the videos the concerts explode

What is my inspiration?, there is the detail

A label didn't make me, the street made me

the concord low

fringe and blow

Bottle and Black Label

Marimba to the flabel and I feel slow

The asicala'o car

Polished and shined

I walk with six chains

The wallet is full, I'm already flying

Where I tremble

I win all the female

I have a nerve of steel

A 4.0 that is not for fucking

It wasn't that I was born, the street made me

We started from the bottom, I left the floor

I did not dress it up, I kept the case

The points and the stews…

I own the movement, musically I'm an expert

My thing is to add, my friend, I never rest

I have all the retro, I control the metro area

And I have partners on the island, my sister, who are respectful

I put it to the shortys later and I don't even answer them

I don't want Psycho types who put twenty excuses

Bottles of blue label, the philly and the endo

With a humble budget, and whoever snores I put him to bed

I give a call to the boss and have him lower all the clothes

The Rolex endiamantoa, so that you understand me

I come from below and I stay with the whole store

And I have a couple of small shops that are paying me rent

And I'm still here…

And I'm not going to drop it huh, huh

My old folks taught me Wo oh oh

To never back down...

(Ladies And Gentlemen)

Yet another suit is Yankee Sterium plo, plo

Even a dead man rises to listen to my 16

Who has killed the two Millenium?

plo plo

I'm going to reveal my secret to you, I come from space

Help, I'm the panic, screams gushing

An unidentified object hit piggyback

He took over the world because it was necessary

It tells the story of a phenomenon called Daddy

Alice Parkinson, legend on the microphone

Downloading the programs to these Microsoft bugs

Satellite of the case you are worse than a G.P.S

They spend carrying and bringing request J.P.S

With four bars they sent him to the helmet (One less)

There are three left and they hit the nail on the head with everything full

Two are missing And to one of them, God gave him the notice

Of that group there is one left to me the street made me

This is just a start, from Three Two Thousand One, Five

Guaranteed I'm going to leave Two or Three trinco, fried

tie your boots soldier

That this year if I come turned

Mueka throws away the philly we're smoking Baxy, relaxy

In the back of the taxy

Manhattan, Walking along the Brooklyn Bridge

We caught you in New York and we turned off your Switch

Home boy, we're still at the top at a gallop

There is no party that cleavage

Promoters secure your money, first

That when it exploded in January its recovery came out

Very easy, the one who counts them

They say that Cosculluela does not write, he improvises

But nobody dares to cross the line

Because wherever you go

There is no hurricane that will knock down this wall.

The princi

The Cere Uh Uh

The Mueka, Brrr

Follow, The Producer

And remember that…

Rotweillas Inc. Men

The History Of This Genre

LG, Da One

If You Know Her (Da Boss)

The princi

Dictates That Only One Character

tell me benni

La Brea did it

print…

Chris G

the fucking

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