Aguantando - Morad

El Vato

El Beny

Que yo nunca he sali’o del ghetto

El ghetto tampoco salió de mí

Hablái' pero solo soy embustero

Así que iro' de aquí

Yo nunca me he creí'o el primero

Eso tú ya lo puede' ver

Me dicen que me gusta el dinero

Pero solo para esconder

Me he ganado solo mi terreno

He corrido pero sin freno'

He evita’o a to’s mis hermano'

Porque ahora estoy en lo bueno

Me he alejado de lo malo

Tengo colega' dando palo'

No son palo' de lo que cuentan

Pero de lo' que llenan la cuenta

Mi colega, el que le robo al hijo de un comisario

Y se tuvo, que fugar del barrio

Por abuso' policiale'

Porque aquí su palabra ya no vale

Que yo nunca he sali’o del ghetto

El ghetto tampoco salió de mí

Hablái' pero solo soy embustero

Así que iro' de aquí

Yo nunca me he creí'o el primero

Eso tú ya lo puede' ver

Me dicen que me gusta el dinero

Pero solo para esconder

(Bye, bye) Aguantando abuso' policiale'

(Talve') Levantándome pa' lo' juzgado'

(Bye, bye) Aguantando charla' de lo' fiscale'

(Talve') Para nunca má' estar encerrado

Que nosotro' nunca éramo' de hacer pella

De estar en rede', de estar en rede'

Pasemo' tarde en comisaría dejando huella'

Cuatro parede', cuatro parede'

Y luego preguntan, to' eso a quién má' le' duele'

Solo familiare', no amistade'

Que el dinero malo, envicia

Abre problema al socio, crea mucha avaricia

Hijo de lo' negocio'

(Bye, bye) Aguantando abuso' policiale'

(Bye, bye) Levantándome pa' lo' juzgado'

(Bye, bye) Aguantando charla' de lo' fiscale'

(Bye, bye) Para nunca má' estar encerrado

(Bye, bye) Aguantando abuso' policiale'

(Bye, bye) Levantándome pa' lo' juzgado'

(Bye, bye) Aguantando charla' de lo' fiscale'

(Bye, bye) Para nunca má' estar encerrado

(Encerrado, encerrado, encerrado)

(Para nunca esta' encerrado, para nunca esta' encerrado)

The Vato

The Benny

That I have never left the ghetto

The ghetto didn't leave me either

Talk' but I'm just a liar

So I'll go from here

I have never believed myself the first

You can already see that

They tell me I like money

But only to hide

I have only earned my ground

I have run but without brake'

I have avoided all my brothers'

'Cause now I'm on the good side

I've gotten away from the bad

I have a colleague' giving stick'

They are not stick' of what they say

But of what' they fill the account

My colleague, the one who stole from a sheriff's son

And he had to run away from the neighborhood

For police abuse

Because here his word is no longer valid

That I have never left the ghetto

The ghetto didn't leave me either

Talk' but I'm just a liar

So I'll go from here

I have never believed myself the first

You can already see that

They tell me I like money

But only to hide

(Bye, bye) Enduring police abuse

(Maybe') Getting up for the 'judgment'

(Bye, bye) Enduring talk of the 'fiscal'

(Maybe ') To never be locked up again

That we' were never' to do pella

To be in network', to be in network'

Let's spend 'afternoon at the police station leaving a mark'

Four walls, four walls

And then they ask, who else hurts all of that?

Just familiar', not friendship'

That bad money is addictive

Opens problem to the partner, creates a lot of greed

Son of the 'business'

(Bye, bye) Enduring police abuse

(Bye, bye) Getting up for the 'court'

(Bye, bye) Enduring talk of the 'fiscal'

(Bye, bye) To never be locked up again

(Bye, bye) Enduring police abuse

(Bye, bye) Getting up for the 'court'

(Bye, bye) Enduring talk of the 'fiscal'

(Bye, bye) To never be locked up again

(Locked up, locked up, locked up)

(For you are never locked up, for you are never locked up)