He Visto - Morad

SHB

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Pa' que lo escuche' y comprenda'

Que solo hay miedo al de arriba-ah

He visto la' estrella' porque me pisaban la cabeza má' de tre' loco'

Ha si’o encerra’o en menore' y cuatro 'e seguridad pa' un niño e' poco

He visto cómo un colega me cuenta la historia que no son del barrio (No)

Cómo te meten ya preso mayore' y te pisa la cara un funcionario

A otro que sabían ya quién era, ni lo dejaban de lado

He visto verme entre paredes y que nadie me dé para el abogado

He visto lo más oscuro, mi madre dos años entre cristale'

He visto cómo el que te tira de chulo luego a la cara no te vale

Ahora me vienen do' tonto', y quieren mi nombre a mí mancharme (No)

Y no saben dónde cogerme (No), y no saben dónde darme (No)

He visto la muerte de gente del barrio que nadie se acuerda de ello' (No)

He visto a gente ayudando en dinero (No) y no tiene cadena' en el cuello

Y no lo cuelga pa' ser bello (No), pa' mí eso es la hipocresía (Ah)

Grabar dando un plato a un pobre e' como ni siquiera darle comi’a

Y mientras alguno' te ponen un yate, en la calle nunca se crían

Saludo' a lo' de la ruta 'el chocolate, saltan tre' controle' al día (Ah)

He visto, con ninguno compito

He visto, el que me tira, hasta ya lo evito

(He visto, con ninguno compito)

(He visto, el que me tira, hasta ya lo evito)

Ahora quieren manchar mi nombre, se ve su cara ya verdadera

Me quieren meter dentro pero, tranquilo, que estoy fuera

Abogado' pa' cuando quiera, pa' mí y para todo' lo' mío'

Tranquilo, por música no me voy deteni’o (Ay, ay)

Y nunca he sacado en un carro, aparcados ahí, allí abajo (Bajo)

Y nunca he sacado en un fajo (Fajo), porque la música solo e' trabajo

Lo' mío' vienen desde abajo (Bajo), y no como tú, escarabajo (Bajo)

Me quieren quitar el trabajo, y yo por lo' mío' te juro, me fajo

Y nunca doy explicacione' a lo' medio' de comunicacione'

Estamos en lo' callejone', pintado «M.D.L.R» en rincone'

M.D.L.R en corazone', se sobrepasa con eso

Y si tú en la calle lo pone', ayuda a tu madre con un par de peso'

Ayuda pa' también lo' preso', que sepan también lo que es eso

Y si ves un progreso, tú amigo no dejes eso

Y tú no sabe' lo que he hecho

Gracias a Dios yo tengo un techo

La vida me da mucho' golpe'

Pero en la calle se vive al acecho

Se vive bien, por má' ya que le' moleste

Oye, M.D.L.R va pa' arriba

M.D.L.R va pa' arriba

M.D.L.R va pa' arriba

M (M), D (D), L (L), R (R)

M (M), D (D), L (L), R, y dice

Y M-M-M.D.L.R

M-M-M.D.L.R, le' duele

Representando a la clase obrera, eh-ah

Y M-M-M.D.L.R

M-M-M.D.L.R, le' duele

Representando a la clase obrera, eh-ah

M-M-M, ah-ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Pa' que lo escuche' y comprenda'

Que solo hay miedo al de arriba-ah

SHB

SHB

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

So that you listen to it and understand it

That there is only fear of the one above-ah

I've seen the 'star' because more than 3 crazy people stepped on my head

He has been locked up in a minor and four security guards for a little boy

I have seen how a colleague tells me the story that they are not from the neighborhood (No)

How they already put you in prison and an official steps on your face

To another who already knew who he was, they did not leave him aside

I have seen myself between walls and nobody gives me for the lawyer

I have seen the darkest, my mother two years between cristale'

I have seen how the one who shoots you as a pimp then to your face is not worth it

Now they come to me dumb, and they want my name to stain me (No)

And they don't know where to fuck me (No), and they don't know where to hit me (No)

I have seen the death of people in the neighborhood that nobody remembers about it' (No)

I've seen people helping with money (No) and they don't have a chain around their neck

And he doesn't hang it up to be beautiful (No), for me that's hypocrisy (Ah)

Recording giving a plate to a poor man is like not even giving him food

And while some' put you a yacht, they never grow up on the street

Greetings to the chocolate route, they jump three controls a day (Ah)

I have seen, with none I compete

I have seen, the one who throws me, I even avoid it

(I have seen, with none I compete)

(I have seen, the one who throws me, I even avoid it)

Now they want to stain my name, you can see his face already true

They want to put me in but, don't worry, I'm out

Lawyer 'pa' whenever you want, for me and for everything 'mine'

Don't worry, I'm not going to stop for music (Ay, ay)

And I've never taken out in a car, parked there, down there (Low)

And I have never taken out in a bundle (Bundle), because music is only work

Mine come from below (Low), and not like you, beetle (Low)

They want to take my job away, and for what's mine, I swear to you, I fuck

And I never give explanations to the media

We are in the 'alley', painted "M.D.L.R" in rincone'

M.D.L.R in corazone', it is exceeded with that

And if you put it on the street, help your mother with a couple of pesos'

Help pa' also the' imprisoned', that they also know what that is

And if you see a progress, you friend don't leave that

And you don't know what I've done

Thank God I have a roof

Life gives me a lot of blows

But in the street you live on the prowl

You live well, no matter how much it bothers you

Hey, M.D.L.R is going up

M.D.L.R goes up

M.D.L.R goes up

M(M), D(D), L(L), R(R)

M (M), D (D), L (L), R, and says

And M-M-M.D.L.R

M-M-M.D.L.R, it hurts

Representing the working class, eh-ah

And M-M-M.D.L.R

M-M-M.D.L.R, it hurts

Representing the working class, eh-ah

M-M-M, ah-ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

So that you listen to it and understand it

That there is only fear of the one above-ah

SHB