Fuck That - Wolty

Sé lo que se siente un arma en la cabeza, a un dedo del disparo

Y ver a mi hermano apuntado, maniatado, en el piso tirado

Por eso no me dan miedo cuando se me hacen los malos

Estuve cerca de la muerte varias veces y sigo a salvo

Así que por eso no dejo que nadie me robe ni falte el respeto

Que hay muchas personas hablando de más

Son mentes sin paz y bocas sin freno

Yo acelero y los dejo atrás, ma' neggo

Se ve, se comieron la peli y la cagaron, fiero

Hay hienas del rap, y están llenas de penas

De más, de veras, no se esmeran esperan si llegan y na'

Mi nena, mirá, sirena del mar, te como

¿Y cómo parar si domo el track y el micrófono al rimar?

«Estoy prendido» Fuego diría;

es un buen día, amigo

Ni tres modelitos en tu videito te hacen más masculino

Derribo las formas normales, hago malabares verbales

Me salen brutales, vos dale volumen que todos bien saben que no somos iguales,

man

Bang bang, se queman solo'

Dejen de hacer historias con el celu y hagan rap, bobo'

Me hacen reír como el otro loro que videoreacciona y se altera Tiene má' tinta

en la cara de la que usa en sus temas

Y man, bang bang, se queman solo'

Dejen de hacer historias con el celu y hagan rap, bobo'

Me hacen reír como el otro loro que videoreacciona y se altera Tiene má' tinta

en la cara de la que usa en sus temas

O como tu amigo el «Más malo»;

¿me amenaza por Instagram?

Los gánsters en la vida no hablan tanto, bro, qué gran bocón

Y hace dos años ese niño brabucón me rogaba que por favor le filme un 'Face to

Face', ay Dios, qué bárbaro

Un escándalo, escalando se caen tras mis párrafos

Júntense los dos y hagan un beef, ¿quizá les sale, no?

Desanimo su ánimo, rapeando lento o rápido

Responderme en un tema es entrar a un parque jurásico

Hay varios confundidos en la escena del rap, papito

Dicen «puta» a las mujeres y los escuchan los chicos

Encima se creen héroes porque tienen fama y people

Héroe es un bombero, un médico, lejos está un raperito

En la calle secuestran mujeres y se violan niños

Vivimos en un mundo crudo, mudo, y sin cariño

Mientras políticos corruptos con ocultos guiños lavan más dinero que calzones o

corpiños

Fuck that, está todo muy jodido

Voy a darlo todo menos darme por vencido

El que lucha puede perder, el que no, ya está perdido

Y el que critica a mi gente tiene un problema de oído, man

Fuck that, está todo muy jodido

Voy a darlo todo menos darme por vencido

El que lucha puede perder, el que no, ya está perdido

Y el que critica a mi gente tiene un problema de oído

Desde chiquito quería rapear

Taparle la boca a la escoria del mal

Me gané el respeto de gente que admiro y ahora son amigos, fijate qué tal

No tengo rival, no por lo menos que tenga nivel, noventa de cien Son robotitos

que suenan igual, no queda ninguno con su voz normal

En primicia e' noticia del rap: «Hay un ladrón productor nuevo»

Que registra temas de raperos y roba su dinero

Tenía un sello «bueno» hasta que lo descubrieron

Que solo chupa la sangre y es un pendejo ratero

Y guarda que hay varios de éstos como los de Uni-

Que me llamaron interesados en querer firmar

Al principio colores y flores, luego me trataron mal

Así que con todo respeto: garcas, váyanse a cagar

No soy marioneta de nadie y ahora ustedes lo saben

Antes que vender mis letras, seguro muero del hambre

Y si tienen alguna duda, no duden en llamarme

Que voy en persona y los mando a la re con' de su madre

Fuck that, está todo muy jodido

Voy a darlo todo menos darme por vencido

El que lucha puede perder, el que no, ya está perdido

Y el que critica a mi gente tiene un problema de oído, man

Fuck that, está todo muy jodido

Voy a darlo todo menos darme por vencido

El que lucha puede perder, el que no, ya está perdido

Y el que critica a mi gente tiene un problema de oído

I know what it feels like to have a gun to the head, one finger away from the shot

And see my brother targeted, handcuffed, lying on the floor

That's why they don't scare me when they do me bad

I was close to death several times and I am still safe

So that's why I don't let anyone steal or disrespect me

That there are many people talking about more

They are minds without peace and mouths without bridle

I accelerate and leave them behind, ma' neggo

It is seen, they ate the movie and screwed it up, fierce

There are hyenas of rap, and they are full of sorrows

More, really, they don't take great care, they wait if they arrive and nothing

My baby, look, mermaid of the sea, I eat you

And how to stop if I tame the track and the microphone when rhyming?

"I'm lit" Fire would say;

it's a good day, friend

Not even three little outfits in your video make you more masculine

I tear down the normal forms, I juggle verbal

I get brutal, you give it volume that everyone knows that we are not the same,

man

Bang bang, they burn alone'

Stop making stories with your cell phone and make rap, bobo'

They make me laugh like the other parrot that video reacts and gets upset. It has more ink

in the face of the one he uses in his subjects

And man, bang bang, they burn alone'

Stop making stories with your cell phone and make rap, bobo'

They make me laugh like the other parrot that video reacts and gets upset. It has more ink

in the face of the one he uses in his subjects

Or as your friend the "Baddest";

Threaten me on Instagram?

Gangsters in life don't talk that much, bro what a big mouth

And two years ago that bully kid begged me to please film a 'Face to

Face', oh God, how barbaric

A scandal, escalating they fall after my paragraphs

The two of you get together and make a beef, maybe it works out for you, right?

I bring his mood down, rapping slow or fast

Answering me in a topic is entering a Jurassic Park

There are several confused in the rap scene, daddy

They say "whore" to the women and the boys listen to them

On top of that they believe they are heroes because they have fame and people

Hero is a firefighter, a doctor, far away is a little rapper

In the street women are kidnapped and children are raped

We live in a raw, dumb, and uncaring world

While corrupt politicians with hidden winks launder more money than underpants or

bodices

Fuck that, it's all very fucked up

I'll give it all but give up

The one who fights can lose, the one who doesn't, is already lost

And whoever criticizes my people has an ear problem, man

Fuck that, it's all very fucked up

I'll give it all but give up

The one who fights can lose, the one who doesn't, is already lost

And whoever criticizes my people has an ear problem

Since I was little I wanted to rap

Cover the mouth of the scum of evil

I earned the respect of people I admire and now they are friends, see how it goes

I have no rival, not at least I have a level, ninety out of one hundred are little robots

that sound the same, there is none left with their normal voice

In scoop and 'rap news: "There is a new producer thief"

Who records rappers' songs and steals their money

He had a "good" stamp until he was discovered

That only sucks blood and is an asshole thief

And he keeps that there are several of these like the ones in Uni-

That they called me interested in wanting to sign

At first colors and flowers, then they treated me badly

So with all due respect: garcas, go shit

I'm nobody's puppet and now you know it

Rather than sell my lyrics, I'll surely die of hunger

And if you have any questions, do not hesitate to call me

That I go in person and send them to the re with their mother

Fuck that, it's all very fucked up

I'll give it all but give up

The one who fights can lose, the one who doesn't, is already lost

And whoever criticizes my people has an ear problem, man

Fuck that, it's all very fucked up

I'll give it all but give up

The one who fights can lose, the one who doesn't, is already lost

And whoever criticizes my people has an ear problem