Envidia - J Alvarez

En memoria del Negro Kaz.

One, two.

Abran los portones, se acuerdan de mi chorro e' cabrones?

El que canta bonito en toditas las canciones

El que desde que arranco se fue internacional

El del flow unico, que los pone a mamar

Me caigo y me levanto, y por Dios santo

Que si joden conmigo los parto en 4 cantos

Dimelo Sinfo, te fuiste lejos con el ritmo

Con estos beats asi los pongo a mamarme el chimbo

De lunes a domingo, me mantengo fresh

De tanto que estoy viajando, voy a comprarte un tren

Porque, porque estoy cansao' de la fucking aduana

Cansao' de que me esten tratando como le da la gana

Yo tengo mi lana, yo tengo mis contables

Si no te caigo bien, lambebicho no me hables

Yo no tengo la culpa de mi exito

Yo no tengo culpa del flow que tengo yo

Yo no soy politico, como tu

Yo no soy hipocrita, esa no es mi actitud

Yo no te puedo saludar si hablas mierda de mi

Yo no soy un billete de 100, asi que arranque por ahi

Me envidian, porque me jodi pa' lo mío

Porque, porque sin querer me hice millo

Habla clara, porque estoy puesto pa' lo mío

Yo no soy como ustedes yo muero con los míos

Ustedes cambian de corillo mas que la chapiadora

Y se encojonan si me escuchan en las emisoras

Se ponen contentos, si algo me sale mal

Y no entienden, porque tengo casa frente al mar

Normal, porque soy un pingu

Como dicen en PR, yo soy un cojonu

Joseador de nacimiento.

(Asere qué bola!)

Pregunta, quien era yo antes de pegar ‘La Pregunta'

Como movia los bloques, y no eran pa' cemento

Son pocos los reales en este fucking movimiento

Entonces, porque tu hablas tanta mierda

Porque confunden a la gente con la prenda

Si tu eres un 3D, tu no complementas

Tu eres de los que paga prote si te encierras

Free Persa, Free Coby y Papito.

Mi corillo de LP haciendo tiempo calladito.

Cuando tu camines por donde yo camino.

Podemos hablar por mientras tanto, tranquilito.

Me envidian, porque me jodi pa' lo mío

Porque, porque sin querer me hice millo

Habla clara, porque estoy puesto pa' lo mío

Yo no soy como ustedes yo muero con los míos

Ey yo

La fama que camina

JX

Sinfonico

Dino (Mikey Tone!)

Oreo beatz

On top of the world music

Mera a esta gente los consume la maldita

Enfermedad que se llama envidia

Y pa' eso no hay cura oiste

En memoria del negro kaz

M corillo de lp free to' el combo, pa' afuera

Pancho y castel

Carlitos rossy baby

Real, muero real

Antes de morir siendo una copia

In memory of Black Kaz.

One, two.

Open the gates, do you remember my jet and 'bastards?

The one who sings beautifully in all the songs

The one that since it started went international

The one with the unique flow, which makes them suck

I fall and I get up, and for goodness sake

That if they fuck with me I'll leave them in 4 songs

Tell me Sinfo, you went far with the rhythm

With these beats like this I put them to suck my chimbo

From Monday to Sunday, I stay fresh

Since I'm traveling so much, I'm going to buy you a train

Because, because I'm tired of the fucking customs

Tired of being treated as they please

I have my wool, I have my accountants

If you don't like me, lambebicho don't talk to me

I am not to blame for my success

I am not to blame for the flow that I have

I am not a politician, like you

I am not a hypocrite, that is not my attitude

I can't greet you if you talk shit about me

I'm not a 100 bill, so start there

They envy me, because I screwed up for mine

Because, because without wanting to I became a millo

Speak clearly, because I'm set for mine

I'm not like you I die with mine

You change corillo more than the chapiadora

And they get pissed off if they listen to me on the stations

They are happy if something goes wrong

And they don't understand, because I have a house facing the sea

Normal, because I'm a pingu

As they say in PR, I'm a cojonu

Joseador of birth.

(Asere what a ball!)

Question, who was I before I posted 'The Question'

How he moved the blocks, and they weren't for cement

There are few real ones in this fucking movement

So why do you talk so much shit

Because they confuse people with the garment

If you are a 3D, you do not complement

You are one of those who pays prote if you lock yourself up

Free Persian, Free Coby and Papito.

My LP group doing quiet time.

When you walk where I walk.

We can talk in the meantime, calm down.

They envy me, because I screwed up for mine

Because, because without wanting to I became a millo

Speak clearly, because I'm set for mine

I'm not like you I die with mine

hey yo

The fame that walks

JX

Symphonic

Dino (Mikey Tone!)

oreo beatz

On top of the world music

Mere these people are consumed by the damn

disease called envy

And there is no cure for that, did you hear?

In memory of black kaz

M corillo de lp free to 'el combo, pa' outside

Pancho and castel

Carlitos Rossy Baby

Real, I die real

Before dying being a copy