Iman - Dano, Niño Maldito

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

No quiero pedirte nada, prefiero pedir monedas

Los sueños de mis colegas ahora porteros de Discotecas

Cada uno se busca el pan, kid, secretos en riñoneras

Compadre, no te confundas, primo;

mis negros son bibliotecas

Valora la marca si es caro el textil

Toda la vida no dando el perfil…

Mi mano está muda, mi brazo senil

Ya no se acuerda del tacto de ti

Ahora has pillado que es caro mentir

Viejas baladas como Aaron Neville

Pudiste matarme, un acto gentil

En toa' la esquina, gorra Fila

Zorras, killers, cocaína

Todos mis homies luchando por vida

O están trabajando vendiendo vainilla

Buscan respuestas, muerden pastillas

Jóvenes muertas, CD’s de Aaliyah

Hay que cagarla pa' aprender el precio

Toda esa mierda se queda en familia…

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Malas calles como Robert

El odio y la cara de morir joven

Bakalas en baños bebiendo code

Las épocas pasan y tú te jodes

En tus ojos, gotas, en Bogotá con mi napia rota

Aquí huele a pota y no lo notas

España, puta, la dejo en pelotas

M-A-L coloca

Pogos, lodo, punk, anfeta

Codo en la boca, días sin metas

En letras violentas me pongo las botas

Olor a mota

¿Vidas que matan o vida de idiota?

Sigue la moda, pareces la loca

Vives mentira, mereces un Oscar

Si no me quieres ¿para qué me buscas?

Tú, mis papeles, no los tendrás nunca

Mira tu suerte, cómo se caduca

Si no me toca me cojo la mosca

Como viejas fotos

Traslado tu mente, no vendo motos

Me dice mi padre que estoy todo loco

Vivir como yo y morir como otro

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

I don't want to ask you for anything, I prefer to ask for coins

The dreams of my colleagues now nightclub doormen

Each one is looking for bread, kid, secrets in fanny packs

Compadre, don't be confused, cousin;

my blacks are libraries

Rate the brand if the textile is expensive

All my life not giving the profile...

My hand is dumb, my arm senile

He no longer remembers the touch of you

Now you have realized that it is expensive to lie

Old Ballads as Aaron Neville

You could have killed me, a gentle act

In every corner, Fila cap

Bitches, killers, cocaine

All my homies fighting for life

Or are they working selling vanilla

They look for answers, they bite pills

Dead Girls, Aaliyah CD's

You have to screw it up to learn the price

All that shit stays in the family...

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Mean Streets as Robert

Hate and the face of dying young

Bakalas in bathrooms drinking code

The times pass and you get screwed

In your eyes, drops, in Bogotá with my broken nose

Here it smells like pota and you don't notice it

Spain, whore, I leave her naked

M-A-L places

Pogos, mud, punk, speed

Elbow in the mouth, days without goals

In violent lyrics I put on my boots

weed smell

Lives that kill or life of an idiot?

Follow the fashion, you look like the crazy one

You live a lie, you deserve an Oscar

If you don't love me, why are you looking for me?

You, my papers, you will never have them

Look at your luck, how it expires

If it's not my turn, I'll catch the fly

like old photos

I transfer your mind, I do not sell motorcycles

My father tells me that I'm all crazy

Live like me and die like another

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in