Entre Gritos y Balas - J Alvarez

Mamá, la calle me llama

Y usted que está en el cielo cuídeme

Que está llena de muchos que se creen tigres de bengala

Llueven las balas, y muchas de ellas sin nombre

Porque hay muchos que se creen que son hombres

Y tiran con los ojos cerrados

Y después roncan de que son los duros

Y en realidad son unos cagaos

Le saluda su amigo Gavilán

Despertando conciencia con el que sigue contando dinero

El Presidente, J Álvarez

Mamá, la calle me llama

Es hora de salir a ganarme la vida

Si no regreso, ma', dile a mi niño que

No siga mis pasos que la calle no deja na'

La calle no está hecha pa' nadie

Poco a poco se van matando

Lluvias de balas, balas llueven, mamá

Ore por mí antes de entrar a la cama

Vieja me voy…

Vieja me voy, y hablando claro no sé si regrese

Diles a los nenes que los amo cuando despierten

Que aparentemente hay un par que se viraron

Cogieron un par de pesos, y se cegaron

Tú siempre me lo dijiste que andara firme

Yo no me voy a dejar de gente que no sirve

Me voy a enganchar la corta, me voy con la escolta

Pa' muerto, preso, que se joda, no me importa

Sé que ellos no soportan que yo esté bien

Que en el caserío tenga un Mercedes Benz

Los Rhino, los Jet Ski, la tienda de pin pin

Que yo sea el más que vende, vieja yo soy el king

Entre gritos y balas

Mil cosas raras

Muertes de panas

Vieja que vi crecer

Ye ¡eh!

¡eh!

¡eh!

¡eh…

Entre gritos y balas

Mil cosas raras

Muertes de panas

Vieja que vi crecer

Ye ¡eh!

¡eh!

¡eh!

¡eh…

La calle no está hecha pa' nadie

Poco a poco se van matando

Lluvias de balas, balas llueven, mamá

Ore por mí antes de entrar a la cama

Vieja me voy…

Ya me llevé al primero que estudió conmigo desde tercero

Hablando claro, vieja mía, tengo los nervios de acero

Pa' que llore la mía, que llore la de ellos

Y el que joda conmigo te aseguro que lo estrello

Al segundo en la lista de hoy no pasa

Lo tenemo' ubica’o, ya sabemos dónde es la casa

A las 7 de la mañana sale a llevar a los nenes

Vamo' a caerle después que los lleve

Ahí esta manito, chambea la Glock

Ponte la máscara mi herma y pásame el bastón

¿Te acuerda 'e mí, jodi’o mamóm?, estamo' puesto pa’l fogón

Aguántame eso ahí, muérete jodi’o cabrón

Ya voy de camino vieja mía

Chequea por ahí por la ventana que no esté la policía

Voy a pasar por el taller, voy dejar las herramientas

Y si cocinaste y se enfrió, me la calienta

El ambiente está caliente, pero yo juego vivo

Vieja dame un break que escucho unos tiros

Entre gritos y balas

Mil cosas raras

Muertes de panas

Vieja que vi crecer

Ye ¡eh!

¡eh!

¡eh!

¡eh…

Entre gritos y balas

Mil cosas raras

Muertes de panas

Vieja que vi crecer

Ye ¡eh!

¡eh!

¡eh!

¡eh…

Mamá, la calle me llama

Es hora de salir a ganarme la vida

Si no regreso, ma', dile a mi niño que

No siga mis pasos que la calle no deja na'

La calle no está hecha pa' nadie

Poco a poco se van matando

Lluvias de balas, balas llueven, mamá

Ore por mí antes de entrar a la cama

Vieja me voy…

(Hablando claro…)

Conscientemente les habla un artista

Pero detrás de este artista hay un ser humano

Que ha vivido igual que ustedes

Podemos hacer historias que son verídicas

Podemos convertirlas en música

Yo no soy aquí quien para juzgar

Pero si este tema te puede hacer concientizar

Lo que podemos hacer es que caminemos mejor

Y evitar la violencia en los barrios y los caseríos

Vacílatelo, pero no te lo lleve al pecho

On Top of the World Music, baby

El Presidente

Esto es pa' to' los barrios del mundo entero

Porque en to' la’os hay pobreza, y hay necesidades

(D-Note Is On The Beat)

JX

Mikey Tone

Oidos Fresh

It’s some real shit right here, man

Real shit

Mom, the street calls me

And you who are in heaven take care of me

Which is full of many who believe they are Bengal tigers

Bullets are raining, and many of them nameless

Because there are many who think they are men

And they shoot with their eyes closed

And after they snore they are the tough ones

And in reality they are shit

Your friend Gavilán greets you

Awakening awareness with which he continues to count money

The President, J Alvarez

Mom, the street calls me

It's time to go out and make a living

If I don't come back, ma', tell my boy that

Do not follow my footsteps that the street does not leave anything

The street is not made for anyone

Little by little they are killing themselves

It's raining bullets, it's raining bullets, mama

Pray for me before I go to bed

Old I'm leaving...

Old woman I'm leaving, and speaking clearly I don't know if I'll come back

Tell the babies I love them when they wake up

That apparently there is a couple that turned

They took a couple of pesos, and they blinded themselves

You always told me to stand firm

I'm not going to leave people who are useless

I'm going to hook up the short one, I'm going with the escort

Pa' dead, prisoner, fuck it, I don't care

I know they can't stand that I'm fine

That in the village has a Mercedes Benz

The Rhino, the Jet Ski, the pin pin shop

That I be the one who sells the most, old woman I am the king

Between screams and bullets

a thousand weird things

Pana deaths

old that I saw grow

Ye hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey…

Between screams and bullets

a thousand weird things

Pana deaths

old that I saw grow

Ye hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey…

The street is not made for anyone

Little by little they are killing themselves

It's raining bullets, it's raining bullets, mama

Pray for me before I go to bed

Old I'm leaving...

I already took the first one who studied with me since third

Speaking clearly, my old lady, I have nerves of steel

For mine to cry, for theirs to cry

And whoever fucks with me, I assure you, I'll crash it

The second on today's list doesn't happen

We have it located, we already know where the house is

At 7 in the morning he goes out to take the kids

Vamo' to fall after I take them

There is little hand, chambea the Glock

Put on the mask my sister and pass me the cane

Do you remember 'and me, fucking mamóm?, we're' put pa'l stove

Hold that for me there, die you fucking bastard

I'm already on my way my old lady

Check out the window that the police are not there

I'm going to go through the workshop, I'm going to leave the tools

And if you cooked and it got cold, I warmed it up

The vibe is hot but I play alive

Old lady give me a break I hear some shots

Between screams and bullets

a thousand weird things

Pana deaths

old that I saw grow

Ye hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey…

Between screams and bullets

a thousand weird things

Pana deaths

old that I saw grow

Ye hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey…

Mom, the street calls me

It's time to go out and make a living

If I don't come back, ma', tell my boy that

Do not follow my footsteps that the street does not leave anything

The street is not made for anyone

Little by little they are killing themselves

It's raining bullets, it's raining bullets, mama

Pray for me before I go to bed

Old I'm leaving...

(Speaking clear…)

Consciously an artist speaks to them

But behind this artist there is a human being

That he has lived just like you

We can make stories that are true

We can turn them into music

I am not here to judge

But if this topic can make you aware

What we can do is that we walk better

And avoid violence in neighborhoods and hamlets

Empty it, but don't take it to your chest

On Top of the World Music, baby

President

This is for all the neighborhoods of the whole world

Because in all of you there is poverty, and there are needs

(D-Note Is On The Beat)

JX

Mikey Tone

fresh ears

It's some real shit right here, man

real shit