Frío - Oktoba

Quiero ver cómo sería, pero no hay pelea

Tu combo no vale nada, no fea

No me duele tu mirada, no ojear

Chirriando la' traseras como en top gear (Yeah)

Algo que brilla como Casiopa

Creo que nada me sal, que tengo la fea (Woh)

Muevo la calle, no me cabrea

Y sigo vola’o del to', airdrop

Con la' luce' de neón, Laylow

A mí nadie me lo dio, big mo

Ya no tengo corazón, RIP yo

En la calle del amor donde no hay amor

No' bajamo' del avión como Rick Ross

No me aguanta la presión, Slipknot

Camino por el color, Bifröst

Di las cosa' como son, aquí todo vuela

Música del callejón pa' que no duela

Con do' bote' de pastillas en la riñonera (-ñera)

Mucha ruina, mucha condena

Sin dinero en la cartera, problemas

Me están investigando, pero no hay pruebas

Soy real hasta que muera, forever

Algún día se me lleva, se me lleva

Ojalá que no se entere si a mí me detienen

Si lo' perro' me la huelen, salimo' en la tele

Hago llover lo' papele', no tengo podere'

La pongo a decir «skere» contando jurdele'

No sé ni lo que me queda, pero me tiene

I want to see what it would be like, but there's no fight

Your combo is worthless, not ugly

Your look doesn't hurt me, don't peek

Squeaking the 'rear as in top gear (Yeah)

Something that shines like Cassiopa

I think that nothing salts me, that I have the ugly (Woh)

I move the street, it doesn't piss me off

And I'm still flying from the to', airdrop

With the 'light' of neon, Laylow

Nobody gave it to me, big mo

I don't have a heart anymore, RIP me

On the street of love where there is no love

We don't get off the plane like Rick Ross

I can't take the pressure, Slipknot

I walk through color, Bifröst

Tell things as they are, here everything flies

Alley music so it doesn't hurt

With two 'bottle' of pills in the fanny pack (-ñera)

Much ruin, much condemnation

No money in the wallet, problems

They are investigating me, but there is no proof

I'm real until I die, forever

Someday it takes me, it takes me

I hope they don't find out if they stop me

If the 'dog' smells me, we go out' on TV

I make the paper rain, I have no power

I put her to say "skere" counting swear to her

I don't even know what I have left, but he has me