Zumo - Gravy, Chicolisto

Barras y barras

Lo rompo, lo robo, lo reparo a lo Carglass

Te enseño mis armas

No es lo que te guardas ni las cruces que cargas

Es cuánto tardas en saber que siempre hay que dar más

Estoy en mi salsa;

ketchup, mostaza

Cayendo desde el cielo como bombas en casas

En tromba, soy yo quien pilota este caza

Ponme nota y anota cada truco que lanza mi boca

Motherfuckers, se creen punta de lanza

Pon en la balanza mis likes y compara

Pues me brotan del alma, no lo tomo con calma

La vida es muy corta y mi sombra es muy larga

En forma, vengo del Walkman

No soy de la pasma, pero les impongo mis normas

Y mi norma es: Todo por la pasta y sin formas

A formarla, como Pippen, Jordan y Rodman

Method y Redman, del barrio a la celda

A ver, man, no tengo que explicarte esta mierda

Venimos a por todo, hermano, rollo Griselda

Levanta las manos si has pillado mi jerga

Me sé el camino como un sherpa

La suda quien venga, tiramos la puerta

Andate a la verga, tú mi — no sé qué coño cuentas

Vas de gangsta' por tener tres plantas y media

Mi hermano vende hierba por cuenta y no farda

Lo hace pa' que salgan las cuentas, no habla

La suda esa peña, yo sigo en el Plan A (Plan A)

Yo no quiero España, yo quiero el Atlas

Les vale con poco, yo lo quiero to'

Filet Mignon y Moët Chandon

Fiestas en la playa, bikinis y alcohol

Buscabas una juerga pues, ¿con quién si no?

Funky sonando desde mi balcón

Fresco como zumo de melocotón

Sabes que lo parten pero no quiénes son

La música es la prota' y nosotros no

Les vale con poco, yo lo quiero to'

Filet Mignon y Moët Chandon

Fiestas en la playa, bikinis y alcohol

Buscabas una juerga pues, ¿con quién si no?

Funky sonando desde mi balcón

Fresco como zumo de melocotón

Sabes que lo parten pero no quiénes son

La música es la prota' y nosotros no

Bars and bars

I break it, I steal it, I repair it to Carglass

I show you my weapons

It's not what you keep or the crosses you carry

It's how long it takes you to know that you always have to give more

I'm in my sauce;

ketchup, mustard

Falling from the sky like bombs on houses

In a rush, it's me who pilots this fighter

Give me a note and write down every trick that my mouth throws

Motherfuckers, they think they are spearhead

Put my likes on the scale and compare

Well, they spring from my soul, I don't take it easy

Life is too short and my shadow is too long

Fit, I come from the Walkman

I'm not from the gang, but I impose my rules on them

And my rule is: All for the dough and no forms

To form it, like Pippen, Jordan and Rodman

Method and Redman, from the neighborhood to the cell

Let's see, man, I don't have to explain this shit to you

We come for everything, brother, roll Griselda

Put your hands up if you got my lingo

I know the way like a sherpa

Whoever comes sweats it, we slam the door

Go to hell, you my — I don't know what the hell you're talking about

You go gangsta' for having three and a half floors

My brother sells weed on account and doesn't show off

He does it so that the accounts come out, he doesn't speak

That rock sweats her, I'm still in Plan A (Plan A)

I don't want Spain, I want the Atlas

It's worth it with little, I want it all

Filet Mignon and Moët Chandon

Beach parties, bikinis and booze

You were looking for a party, well, with whom if not?

Funky playing from my balcony

Fresh as peach juice

You know they break it but not who they are

The music is the main character and we are not

It's worth it with little, I want it all

Filet Mignon and Moët Chandon

Beach parties, bikinis and booze

You were looking for a party, well, with whom if not?

Funky playing from my balcony

Fresh as peach juice

You know they break it but not who they are

The music is the main character and we are not