Los Aldeanos - Los Aldeanos

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Sisi, you

Sientelo

Las 26 musas, ja

Real 70

You

Mi generacion se desgenera y no genera una manera

de escapar de esas noches faranduleras

puterias, chilladeras, fajazones, vida loca que la droga

las pastillas y las bebidas provocan

demasiada ropa mucha escasez de respeto en mi ciudad

ya no hay jovenes sino andantes objetos

capaces de enterrarse, vivos sobre una tumba

si se enteran que en el cielo dios puso gratis otra macumba

siempre derrumba, cada fin de semana va a mi habana

rumbo a extinguir la raza humana

de mente sana ya no existe ni en la mente

aqui nadie sobrevive si no se decide y miente

juventud podrida y quiere que igualmente se hiere

y en manos del delito y el egocentrismo muere

ya nadie quiere se agotaron los sinceros

los mas amigos se matan por el chot de un extranjero

molero, mecaniquero, individualista

mentalista, materialista, geoista

aqui en mi cuba linda la cosa es distinta

el mejor amigo del hombre no es el perro, sino el turista

se calienta la vista cualquiera se la fabrica

y la fabrica, de valores ya valores no fabrica

la biblia de la calle, lleva una ley escrita

cada accion mala que hacemos nos perjudica

maldita inteligencia, que nos domina la fuerza

y nos hace vender, hasta el cariño por piezas

y mirar con doble, sentido a todo porque la traicion siempre se viste de gestos

nobles

y asi vamos, sin control y sin cabeza

cambiando a la nobleza por momentos y cervezas

pisotiando la armonia como un cesped

y cojiendo en cuerpo hotel donde el amor nunca es huesped

en vez de ayudarnos nos burlamos no confiamos

nos reimos y con el destino inconformes quedamos

mostramos, siempre una apariencia al mundo incierta

para que el mismo nos acepte y nos abra la puerta

no hay vuelta atras las cosas son asi van men

hasta ultima hora no se sabe quien es quien

esto no avanza bien ni marcha atras al habano falta

por eso es que el cubano como un maja se arrastra

Mirando todo desde mi rincon

y pensado en que lindo todo fuese

si la gente hablara con el corazon

pero ese es un problema que siempre me da NS

substitui, despeje, dividi, multiplique

sume, reste y no me dio mi amigo

yo volvi, empeze, lo heri, lo repase

y no haye respuesta ni sacando el chivo

Dejame informarte que cualquiera es informante

chulos informaticos diplomaticos gangsters

ciberneticos capos super guapos estudiantes

jineteras licenciadas policias negociantes

hasta mi papa que de fiesta sono la alarma

es hora de darle, mantenimiento al alma

cojelo con calma al pajarito lo clonaron

y hay que darle pa que paren de cantar no te contaron?

estan los yumas, los que se hacen los yumas

los que se arrebatan con cualquier cosa que fuman

borrachera masiva, viva cuba en nota

patria, muerte, chipentres y mozo sirveme otra copa oh

virgen compota perdona nuestros pecados

no se porque ya no estas, en el altar del mercado

amas nuestros hijos y ven al plano terrenal

que ellos te necesitan pa jugar y pa estudiar amen

e fo y fa el fi se fue la fe y hay fo

a muerte en el ambiente porque uno a otro piso

adios me fui de aqui que pinto en esta fiesta yo

no, estoy pa, ya amenaze a un zocorro lo mato hay dios

y eso es normal pero yo no me acostumbro

llevo otro rumbo me alumbro ese no es mi mundo

osea mi mundo porque estoy expuesto igual a que

cualquier dia cualquiera por gusto me quiera dar

y profe tengo una duda

porque el 99 porciento de la juventud quiere irse de cuba

no me responde porque se mete en candela

ya nada menos nada es expulsada de la escuela

algo anda mal, mal anda algo

anda algo haz, haz anda algo

esto no avanza bien ni marcha atras al habano falta

por eso es que el cubano como un maja se arrastra

Mirando todo desde mi rincon

y pensado en que lindo todo fuese

si la gente hablara con el corazon

pero ese es un problema que siempre me da NS

substitui, despeje, dividi, multiplique

sume, reste y no me dio mi amigo

yo volvi, empeze, lo heri, lo repase

y no haye respuesta ni sacando el chivo

You

Mira

Nosotros no estamos ladrando, haciendonos los yumas

Estamos haciendo una revolucion, con papel y pluma

Mientras mas nos den la espalda, mas la frente alzamos

Nadie mas va a pisotiar el orgullo del rap cubano

Ya to no hay quien lo detenga no somos ni 1 ni 2

Los cabarios representan

Y no pierda su tiempo analizando esta cancion

Que yo soy libre de expresar, eso esta escrito en la constitucion

RAP RAP RAP RAP UNDERGROUND

SUBTERRANEO

REAL 70 26 MUSAS

ou, premiering microphone

Sisi, you

Feel it

The 26 muses, ha

Royal 70

you

My generation degenerates and does not generate a way

to escape from those showbiz nights

puterias, chilladeras, fajazones, crazy life that the drug

pills and drinks cause

too many clothes too little respect in my city

there are no longer young people but walking objects

capable of burying themselves, alive on a grave

if they find out that in heaven god put another macumba for free

He always collapses, every weekend he goes to my Havana

heading to extinguish the human race

of healthy mind no longer exists nor in the mind

here nobody survives if they do not decide and lie

rotten youth and wants it equally hurt

and in the hands of crime and egocentrism dies

no one wants anymore, the sincere ones have run out

the best friends are killed by the chot of a foreigner

grinder, mechanic, individualist

mentalist, materialist, geoist

here in my cute cuba things are different

man's best friend is not the dog, but the tourist

The view is heated by anyone who manufactures it

and the factory, of values ​​and values ​​does not manufacture

the bible of the street, carries a written law

every bad action we do harms us

damn intelligence, that force dominates us

and makes us sell, even the love for pieces

and look with double meaning at everything because betrayal is always dressed in gestures

nobles

and so we go, without control and without a head

switching to nobility for moments and beers

trampling on harmony like a grass

and fucking in a hotel body where love is never a guest

Instead of helping each other, we mock, we don't trust.

we laugh and with destiny we remain dissatisfied

we show, always an uncertain appearance to the world

so that he himself accepts us and opens the door for us

there is no turning back things are as they go men

until the last minute it is not known who is who

this does not advance well or reverse the cigar is missing

that is why the Cuban crawls like a pestle

Watching everything from my corner

and thought about how beautiful everything was

if people spoke with the heart

but that is a problem that always gives me NS

substitute, clear, divide, multiply

add, subtract and did not give me my friend

I came back, I started, I hurt it, I reviewed it

and there is no answer not even taking the goat

Let me inform you that anyone is an informer

computer pimps diplomats gangsters

cyber bosses super handsome students

licensed jineteras business police

even my dad who sounded the alarm at a party

It's time to give maintenance to the soul

Take the little bird easy, they cloned it

and you have to hit it so they stop singing, didn't they tell you?

there are the yumas, those who become yumas

those who get high on anything they smoke

massive drunkenness, viva cuba in note

homeland, death, chipentres and waiter serve me another drink oh

virgin compote forgive our sins

I don't know why you are no longer, at the altar of the market

you love our children and come to the earthly plane

that they need you to play and to study amen

e fo y fa el fi faith was gone and there is fo

to death in the environment because one to another floor

goodbye I left here what do I paint at this party

no, I'm here, I already threatened a zocorro, I'll kill him, there's a god

and that's normal but I don't get used to it

I take another course I light up that is not my world

I mean my world because I am exposed just like

any day anyone for pleasure wants to give me

and teacher I have a question

because 99 percent of the youth want to leave Cuba

he doesn't answer me because he gets caught up in fire

and nothing less nothing is expelled from school

something's wrong, something's wrong

go something do, do go something

this does not advance well or reverse the cigar is missing

that is why the Cuban crawls like a pestle

Watching everything from my corner

and thought about how beautiful everything was

if people spoke with the heart

but that is a problem that always gives me NS

substitute, clear, divide, multiply

add, subtract and did not give me my friend

I came back, I started, I hurt it, I reviewed it

and there is no answer not even taking the goat

you

Sight

We are not barking, playing the yumas

We're making a revolution, with pen and paper

The more they turn their backs on us, the more we raise our heads

No one else is going to trample on the pride of Cuban rap

Now there is no one to stop it, we are neither 1 nor 2

The cabrios represent

And don't waste your time analyzing this song

That I am free to express, that is written in the constitution

RAP RAP RAP RAP UNDERGROUND

UNDERGROUND

ROYAL 70 26 MUSES