MD MD - Maka, Dellafuente

I know that I can’t have it all

But without you I am afraid I’ll fall

I know I’m playing with your heart

And I could treat you better but I’m not that smart

Soy de bolsillo holguero

Vengo de un barrio obrero

Albañil metio' a fontanero

Queremos dinero y no bajar del cielo

Pa' un M3 como el Calero

Se sincero, hablas sin conocerme

Rodeao' de envidia hasta mi muerte

Buscándome la vida sola con la Lyca, los Motorola

Que hablas de calle matao'

Dime a cuantos has secuestrao'

Cuantos tiros has pegao', solo van los mandao'

Eres un machaca ándate con cuidao

Te jode la vida, te joden las ventas

Aquí lo aprendimos con la mano abierta

Respeto pa' toa' las parientas

Que son las que llevan las cuentas

Mandando materia pa' Brighton

Escribiendo las letras en el iPhone

Guillao' de Tyson, Maguila Gorila

Vive en una mansión y parecía lila

Aquí hay soluciones de to' los tamaños

De to' los colores, de esas dos mujeres

Los muertos con flores

No te pongas tacones guapa

Ya sabes que daría la vida por ti

Pero es que ya te la he entregado

Y te molesta que me escriban twits

Pos' ahora me hablan por privado

Pos' ahora me hablan por privado (x4)

I know that I can't have it all

But without you I am afraid I'll fall

I know I'm playing with your heart

And I could treat you better but I'm not that smart

I'm a loose pocket

I come from a working-class neighborhood

Bricklayer got the plumber

We want money and not to come down from the sky

For an M3 like Calero

Be honest, you speak without knowing me

Surrounded by envy until my death

Looking for life alone with the Lyca, the Motorola

What are you talking about calle matao'

Tell me how many have you kidnapped?

How many shots have you hit', only the bosses go'

You are a machaca, be careful

It fucks up your life, it fucks up your sales

Here we learned it with an open hand

Respect for all the relatives

Who are the ones that keep the accounts?

Sending material to Brighton

Typing the lyrics on the iPhone

Guillao' de Tyson, Magilla Gorilla

She lives in a mansion and she looked lilac

Here are solutions of all sizes

Of all the colors, of those two women

The dead with flowers

Don't wear heels pretty

You already know that I would give my life for you

But it is that I have already given it to you

And it bothers you that they write me tweets

Pos' now they talk to me privately

Pos' now they talk to me privately (x4)