The Real Shit - Lopes

«Pack the glock

Blaze shots until their motherfuckin' heart stops»

El tiempo me hizo un impaciente

Y he perdido miles de momentos por pensar en los siguientes

Autoestima te necesito urgente

Contigo no tengo nada, pero sin ti nada es suficiente

Y sé que soy bueno, los follo diciendo eyo

Ódiame por lo que soy, no me quieras por lo que no

Y no di nada regalado a nadie porque sé que no

Hay nada que el hombre valore si no lo sudó

Y recuerda no recaer cuando lo malo vuelve

Porque la droga te tapa el problema, no te lo resuelve

No idolatro a ese MC fardando de trifulcas

Si luego era su madre la que pagaba las multas

Me vienen todas juntas, llegué a un punto loco

Que ya no sufro por nada, que un problema tapa el otro

Yo tengo mi persona limpia, entiéndelo capullo

Intentando manchar mi nombre siempre ensuciarás el tuyo

The real shit!

«Pack the glock

Blaze shots until their motherfuckin' heart stops»

Prefiero quedarme mudo antes de no tener palabra

Los perros defienden su casa al morder, no cuando ladran

Si quieres algo, no lo digas, hazlo

Lo malo viene sólo, pero lo bueno hay que salir a buscarlo

En el hood, mami uf

Cada uno con su cruz

El dinero pierde mi valor si no hay paz ni salud

Y tú no llegarás a nada con esa actitud

De ir sobrado de ego y falto de gratitud

Eyo, se reían de Fulano por lo estudiado que era

Ahora ellos tienen mierda y Fulano una carrera

Yo rapeo pa' la gente de la street

No pa' críos que tienen los padres ricos y se drogan porque sí

Pa' no ser feliz a ratos y serlo a la larga

No busques lo que te alegra

Quítate lo que te amarga

Sólo te ves con yonkis y mala gente me dijo

Pero tengo el don y voy a conseguirlo, fijo

The real shit!

«Pack the glock

Blaze shots until their motherfuckin' heart stops»

Cantan de desamor pero

Desamor es que una puta te lleve los hijos, la casa y el dinero

Nadie quiere a secas, todos quieren algo tuyo

Pa' que compartas con ellos, o hasta para hacerlo suyo

Y yo sólo fluyo, coño soy un niño bueno

A mí no me gusta la droga, pero la pobreza menos

Sigo en el ghetto sólo fiándome de mí

Porque el hombre es el único ser que se mata entre sí

Y recuerda cuando andes loco por la acera

Las palabras de esa puta eran bonitas, las de tu madre sinceras

Aprendí que pa' toa' esa gente que te quiere mal

Nunca habrá mejor venganza que el que te vean prosperar

Yo estoy pa' lo mío bro, con ninguno me meto

Porque faltándolo nunca ganarás el respeto

Y tío, cúbrete de los palos y los líos

Porque nadie va a perder su manta pa' tapar tu frío

The real shit!

Pack the glock

Blaze shots until their motherfuckin' heart stops»

Time made me impatient

And I have lost thousands of moments thinking about the following

Self esteem I need you urgently

With you I have nothing, but without you nothing is enough

And I know I'm good, I fuck them saying yo

Hate me for what I am, don't love me for what I'm not

And I did not give anything as a gift to anyone because I know not

There is nothing that man values ​​if he did not sweat it

And remember not to relapse when the bad comes back

Because the drug covers up your problem, it doesn't solve it for you

I do not idolize that MC showing off brawls

If then it was his mother who paid the fines

They all come together, I hit a crazy point

That I no longer suffer for anything, that one problem covers the other

I have my clean person, understand it asshole

Trying to dirty my name you will always dirty yours

The real shit!

Pack the glock

Blaze shots until their motherfuckin' heart stops»

I prefer to remain silent before not have a word

Dogs defend their home by biting, not barking

If you want something, don't say it, do it

The bad comes alone, but the good you have to go out and look for it

In the hood, mommy ugh

each with his cross

Money loses my value if there is no peace and health

And you won't get anywhere with that attitude

Of being over ego and lacking in gratitude

Eyo, they laughed at So-and-so because of how studied he was

Now they got shit and so-and-so got a career

I rap for the people of the street

Not for children who have rich parents and take drugs just because

To not be happy at times and be happy in the long run

Don't look for what makes you happy

Take off what makes you bitter

You only see junkies and bad people told me

But I have the gift and I'm going to get it, fixed

The real shit!

Pack the glock

Blaze shots until their motherfuckin' heart stops»

They sing of heartbreak but

Heartbreak is that a whore takes your children, the house and the money

Nobody wants to dry, everyone wants something from you

So that you share with them, or even to make it theirs

And I just flow, fuck I'm a good boy

I don't like drugs, but poverty less

I'm still in the ghetto just trusting myself

Because man is the only being that kills each other

And remember when you're crazy on the sidewalk

That bitch's words were pretty, your mother's were sincere

I learned that for all those people who love you badly

There will never be better revenge than seeing you prosper

I'm for my own bro, I don't mess with anyone

Because missing it you will never earn respect

And man, take cover from sticks and messes

Because no one is going to lose their blanket to cover your cold

The real shit!