Que pasa? - Gasoline, Real J

Cada día pienso que debo llegar al nivel

quiero ser crecer, más alto que la torre Eiffel

Mi estrategia cambia la historia

la mía, escaparme de esta puta vida sin alegría

por la mejor salida, claro no soy bobo

O me vuelvo loco o lo consigo poco a poco

Seguro y aunque sea duro te lo juro

Me sacaré entero de este lugar oscuro

Mi voluntá me impide dudar

Tengo que llegar a destinación sin fallar

Estallar como una bomba

Que el mundo sepa que Real- J está

Qué pasa!

Venga!

El estilo viene de la calle.

Peligroso

A alguien le molesta que se folle

Oye mi canto

Lo mando pa mi pueblo

Lo mando de París a Madrid

Con mi cruz represento

[Ay, voy con la escopeta.

Qué pasa.

Te gusta mi música?

Wellcome to mi casa

Venga pasa, chica, chico.

Todos en la pista.

Evolución, Macho!

Ay, voy con la escopeta.

Qué pasa.

Te gusta mi música?

Wellcome to mi casa

Venga pasa, chica, chico.

Todo el mundo grita

Evolución, Macho!]

Sonido ardiente, sangre caliente

Pueblo valiente

La familia está presente

Contra toda forma de injusticia, buena persona se implica

Siempre en buena causa

Aquí qué pasa?

Canto por mi gente

Me cago en el sistema y el gobierno que nos miente.

No bebo de su fuente

Es veneno ya lo sé

Mi destino sea, que Dios me preserve

Con la fuerza extremeña voy palante

Que el enemigo atente

Acabaremos frente a Frente

Vente venga, gente buena

Sal de casa y pelea!

Tanta rabia, tanta pena

Basta ya, levanta y lucha!

Asiático, africano, latinoamericano

Si quieres libertad, revolución, hermano!

El pueblo unido, llamo a la resistencia.

Qué pasa?

Te gusta?

Wellcome to mi casa

Hola, que?

Te gusta?

Entra, vale, vale, entra

No pasa nada, entra.

Eh!

Oh!

Eh, que pasa aqui?

Eh!

Oh!

Real — J MC!

Chilla

Eh!

Oh!

De Paris a Madrid y lo

Eh!

Oh!

Eh!

Oh!

Eh!

Oh!

De Asia a Africa!

Grita

Eh!

Oh!

Nueva York a L.A.

Chilla

Eh!

Oh!

Del Peru a Cuba!

Dilo

Eh!

Oh!

Eh!

Oh!

[Vente venga, gente buena

Sal de casa y pelea!

Tanta rabia, tanta pena

Basta ya, levanta y lucha!]

Every day I think that I must reach the level

I want to be grow, higher than the Eiffel tower

My strategy changes history

mine, to escape from this fucking life without joy

for the best way out, of course I'm not stupid

Either I go crazy or I get it little by little

Safe and even if it's hard I swear

I'll pull myself out of this dark place

My will prevents me from doubting

I have to reach the destination without fail

explode like a bomb

Let the world know that Real-J is

What's the matter!

Come on!

The style comes from the street.

Dangerous

Does anyone mind being fucked

hear my song

I send it to my people

I send it from Paris to Madrid

With my cross I represent

[Oh, I'm going with the shotgun.

What's the matter.

You like my music?

Wellcome to my house

Come on, girl, boy.

Everyone on the track.

Evolution, man!

Oh, I'm going with the shotgun.

What's the matter.

You like my music?

Wellcome to my house

Come on, girl, boy.

everybody screams

Evolution, Male!]

Burning sound, hot blood

brave people

family is present

Against all forms of injustice, a good person gets involved

Always in a good cause

What happens here?

I sing for my people

I shit on the system and the government that lies to us.

I don't drink from its source

It's poison I already know

My destiny be, may God preserve me

With the strength of Extremadura I go ahead

let the enemy pay attention

We will end up face to face

Come come, good people

Get out of the house and fight!

So much rage, so much sorrow

Enough already, get up and fight!

Asian, African, Latin American

If you want freedom, revolution, brother!

The people united, I call for resistance.

What happens?

You like it?

Wellcome to my house

Hi, what?

You like it?

Come in, okay, okay, come in

Nothing happens, come in.

Hey!

Oh!

Hey, what's going on here?

Hey!

Oh!

Real — JMC!

shriek

Hey!

Oh!

From Paris to Madrid and

Hey!

Oh!

Hey!

Oh!

Hey!

Oh!

From Asia to Africa!

Shouts

Hey!

Oh!

New York to L.A.

shriek

Hey!

Oh!

From Peru to Cuba!

Say it

Hey!

Oh!

Hey!

Oh!

[Come come, good people

Get out of the house and fight!

So much rage, so much sorrow

Enough already, get up and fight!]