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Description
Producer: Oriol Padros
Author: Mateo Palacios Corazzina
Author: Santiago Gabriel Ruiz
Author: Agustín Brian Taylor
Lyrics and translation
Original
En la calle me conocen como el hip-hop, the hippie, the real dance crip
La cara de lo' jovene' 'el país
¿Es el turro más pegado? What the fuck is this?
¿Y tu número 'e condado? Ñeri, four-four-four-four
Oh, ya tú, oh, sabe' oh, cómo, mmm, sabe, oh
Sonando en lo' bare, what you think about it?
Que le avisen a lo' sello para que se preparen (okey)
Porque la calle pide salsa
Compás con paz, comparsa
Un poco bien y un poco mal en la balanza
¿Visionario' quieres comprar mi esperanza?
¡Ja! Ni con cincuenta millone' les alcanza, uh (uh)
ATR-vido, gangsta (uh)
La promesa como Lio Messi en Barça
El único que escuchaba rap desde la panza, pai
En la calle me conocen como el hip-hop, the hippie, the real dance crip
La cara de lo' jovene' 'el país
¿Es el turro más pegado? What the fuck is this?
¿Y tu número 'e condado? Ñeri, four-four, four
Mami, el vocero soy yo
(Ya saben quién, ya saben quién)
El mundo entero me oyó
(Ya saben quién, ya saben quién)
Four-four-four-four en el guetto soy yo
¿Quién más rapera que yo?
What, what waht? Jah, jah
Y ahora todo' quieren fama, quieren lana
TR1, techo y cama, y uno' beso' de la mamá, mmm-mmm
En la cima no hace frío, no drama
Son los sello' que me llaman y que dejo pa' mañana, okey
Yoh, vengo de la puna, traje el pan pa' mis panas, okey
Ah, yoh, pobre competencia, Trueno gana sin gana' (uh-uh)
Yo viajo por América en la Panamericana (uh-uh)
Yeahh, yeahh
Shame 'em up, shake 'em up, my baby
Mami, el vocero soy yo
Ya saben quién, ya saben
El mundo entero me oyó
Ya saben quién
Four-four-four-four en el guetto soy yo
Nah nah, nah nah
¿Quién más rapera que yo?
En la calle me conocen como el hip-hop, the hippie, the real dance crip
La cara de lo' jovene' 'el país
¿Es el turro más pegado? What the fuck is this? (What the fuck is this?)
(¿Y tu número 'e condado?)
En la calle me conocen como el hip-hop, the hippie, the real dance crip
(Dance crip, dance crip, dance crip)
(Oh, no-no-no, bae, bae)
(Shake it, baby, shake it, baby)
(A mover el culo, a mover el culo)
(Shake it, baby, shake it, baby)
(A mover el culo, mover el culo)
English translation
On the street they know me as the hip-hop, the hippie, the real dance crip
The face of the 'young' 'country
Is the turro stickier? What the fuck is this?
And your county number? Ñeri, four-four-four-four
Oh, now you, oh, know' oh, how, mmm, know, oh
Sounding in the 'bare, what do you think about it?
Tell the seal so they can prepare (okay)
Because the street asks for sauce
Compass with peace, comparsa
A little good and a little bad in the balance
Visionary, do you want to buy my hope?
Ha! Not even fifty million is enough for them, uh (uh)
ATR-vido, gangsta (uh)
The promise like Lio Messi in Barça
The only one who listened to rap from his belly, pai
On the street they know me as the hip-hop, the hippie, the real dance crip
The face of the 'young' 'country
Is the turro stickier? What the fuck is this?
And your county number? Ñeri, four-four, four
Mommy, I am the spokesperson
(You know who, you know who)
The whole world heard me
(You know who, you know who)
Four-four-four-four in the ghetto is me
Who's more of a rapper than me?
What, what waht? Jah, jah
And now everyone wants fame, they want wool
TR1, roof and bed, and one 'kiss' from the mother, mmm-mmm
At the top it's not cold, no drama
They are the stamps that call me and that I leave for tomorrow, okay
Yoh, I come from the puna, I brought bread for my friends, okay
Ah, yoh, poor competition, Trueno wins without winning' (uh-uh)
I travel through America on the Panamericana (uh-uh)
Yeahh, yeahh
Shame 'em up, shake 'em up, my baby
Mommy, I am the spokesperson
You know who, you know
The whole world heard me
you know who
Four-four-four-four in the ghetto is me
Nah nah, nah nah
Who's more of a rapper than me?
On the street they know me as the hip-hop, the hippie, the real dance crip
The face of the 'young' 'country
Is the turro stickier? What the fuck is this? (What the fuck is this?)
(And your county number?)
On the street they know me as the hip-hop, the hippie, the real dance crip
(Dance crip, dance crip, dance crip)
(Oh, no-no-no, bae, bae)
(Shake it, baby, shake it, baby)
(Move your ass, move your ass)
(Shake it, baby, shake it, baby)
(Move your ass, move your ass)