La Calle Sigue - yung beef, Sou El Flotador, Steve Lean

Steve Lean

Dímelo Esteban, Pablito

Yung Beef, baby (Uh)

Dímelo Sou, Flotador

Dímelo Gold

La Vendición, la Vendición (Shishi Gang)

Mala fama, buena vida

Sabes que somos los mismos

Nadie es más que nadie

Yo tenía un panita que le di mi amor, pero se viró

Aquí se trabaja y él no madrugó, no se adineró

Da dolor de cabeza traer pan a la mesa, no sea' ridículo

Que el maleanteo no para, se para tu corazón

La calle sigue, el que se va eres tú

Y es que en la calle nadie salió bien

Y es que ca' día es un regalo

Me caí, me he levanta’o

Me he levanta’o y me he vuelto a caer

Puta, yo no vendo el alma

Y aunque aún no la has vendi’o

To’s sabemos que la va' a vender

Tú no ere' el plug, tú eres costumer, tú está' postural

Kefta Boyz en la esquina como póstere'

Como loco Street Fighter tengo póstere'

Tengo un backstage privado y cóctele'

Y a los Mossos tirándole cóctele'

Son rico estoy con lo' apóstole', gang

Y aunque coma al Foster

Tengo a tu puta en mi roster

La tengo comiendo oyster

Soy underground como oyster

Tú, tienes que pagar los coste'

La quiero pura, loco, no la corte'

Vender la droga aquí e' un deporte

Sé que lo mete que no te deporte'

Si estás mal po' hazte un polte

Up and downs, baby, hazte un polte

Yo tenía un panita que le di mi amor, pero se viró

Aquí se trabaja y él no madrugó, no se adineró

Da dolor de cabeza traer pan a la mesa, no sea' ridículo

Que el maleanteo no para, se para tu corazón

La calle sigue, el que se va eres tú

Y es que en la calle nadie sale bien

Y es que ca' día es un regalo

Me caí, me he levanta’o

Me he levantado y me he vuelto a caer

Más fama, más enemigo'

Más puta', más guerra, más sangre

Más fama, más enemigo'

Le damos calambre a to' el que se alambre

Dale mamá, buena vida y tú muriéndote de hambre

Le damos calambre a to' el que se alambre

No juegues conmigo

Si jodes conmigo te vamo' a matar

Me ha surgi’o un testigo

Le mando y abrigo que te dejen sin un respiro

Los puertos son míos

El lean nunca falta y pa' la calle el trío

En la cabina los rifle', diamante' en el cuello flow Migos

Mando a uno, ahora lo mando to' al reguero

En la calle soy una leyenda

En la vida dicen que yo brego

Mala fama buena vida

Con mis ojos colora’os yo me muero

Fumando negro en la calle como Don y Tego

Yo tenía un panita que le di mi amor, pero se viró (Ohh)

Aquí se trabaja y él no madrugó, no se adineró

Da dolor de cabeza traer pan a la mesa, no sea' ridículo (Fuck)

Que el maleanteo no para, se para tu corazón (Trra)

La calle sigue, el que se va eres tú (Dímelo, Sou)

Y es que en la calle nadie sale bien

Yo me caí, me he levanta’o

Me caí, me he levanta’o

Me levanto y no volví a caer

Sou

Dímelo, Sou

Mr Fly

De Madrid a PR

Yung Beef (Qué)

Ja!

(Haha)

Shorty, come play

El hijo 'e puta no es boss (Qué)

Mala fama, buena vida (Dímelo, Eli)

Siempre en el aire

Nunca en el piso

Nunca en el fuckin' floor

Ja!

Gold Goons

Steve Lean, Steve Lean, Steve Lean…

Steve Lee

Tell me Esteban, Pablito

Yung Beef, baby (Uh)

Tell me Sou, Float

tell me gold

The Selling, The Selling (Shishi Gang)

Bad fame, good life

you know we are the same

No one is more than anyone

I had a panita that I gave her my love, but she turned around

Here you work and he didn't get up early, he didn't get rich

It gives you a headache to bring bread to the table, don't be ridiculous

That the thug does not stop, your heart stops

The street goes on, the one who leaves is you

And it is that in the street nobody went well

And it is that every day is a gift

I fell, I got up

I have got up and I have fallen again

Bitch, I don't sell my soul

And although you haven't sold it yet

We all know that he is going to sell it

You are not the plug, you are a costumer, you are' postural

Kefta Boyz in the corner as a poster

Like crazy Street Fighter I have a poster

I have a private backstage and cocktails'

And the Mossos throwing cocktails at him

They are rich I'm with the 'apostle', gang

And even if he eats Foster

I have your bitch on my roster

I have her eating oyster

I'm underground like oyster

You, you have to pay the cost'

I want her pure, crazy, don't cut her

Selling the drug here is a sport

I know that he puts it that he doesn't deport you'

If you're sick po' make yourself a polte

Up and downs, baby, make yourself a pole

I had a panita that I gave him my love, but he turned around

Here you work and he didn't get up early, he didn't get rich

It gives you a headache to bring bread to the table, don't be ridiculous

That the thug does not stop, your heart stops

The street goes on, the one who leaves is you

And it is that in the street nobody comes out well

And it is that every day is a gift

I fell, I got up

I have risen and I have fallen again

More fame, more enemy'

More bitch, more war, more blood

More fame, more enemy'

We give cramp to whoever is wired

Dale mom, good life and you starving

We give cramp to whoever is wired

Do not mess with me

If you fuck with me we're going to kill you

A witness has emerged for me

I command and shelter you to be left without a break

the ports are mine

The lean is never lacking and the trio is for the street

In the cabin the rifles', diamond' in the neck flow Migos

I send one, now I send it all to the mess

On the street I'm a legend

In life they say that I struggle

Bad fame, good life

With my red eyes I die

Smoking black in the street like Don and Tego

I had a panita that I gave him my love, but he turned around (Ohh)

Here you work and he didn't get up early, he didn't get rich

It gives a headache to bring bread to the table, don't be ridiculous (Fuck)

That the thug does not stop, your heart stops (Trra)

The street goes on, the one who is leaving is you (Tell me, Sou)

And it is that in the street nobody comes out well

I fell, I got up

I fell, I got up

I get up and I did not fall again

Sou

tell me sou

Mr Fly

From Madrid to PR

Yung Beef (What)

Ha!

(Haha)

Shorty, come play

The son of a bitch is not the boss (what)

Bad fame, good life (Tell me, Eli)

always in the air

never on the floor

Never on the fuckin' floor

Ha!

Gold Goons

Steve Lean, Steve Lean, Steve Lean…