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Description
A& R Direction: Andres Shaq
A& R Manager: Camilo Arturo Roman
Executive Producer: Camilo Arturo Román
Unknown: Cesar Bravo
Mixing Engineer: Eduardo Moreno
Vocals: Esteban Rojas
Mastering Engineer: Koar
Artwork By: Krayola
A& R Direction, A& R Manager: Pedro Malaver
Executive Producer: Pedro Malaver
Vocals: Reality
Producer: THE ICONICS
Composer, Lyricist: Asier Cerezo Cano
Composer, Lyricist: Eduardo Moreno Palacios
Composer, Lyricist: Gonzalo Fernández Benito
Composer, Lyricist: Juan Esteban Rojas
Lyrics and translation
Original
Le juré a mi madre darle un disco de oro. Celebrar los míos, lo que gane solo.
Nadie va a llegarle donde yo le llego. Su hijo se toma recortando los toros.
Yo no tengo límites. El fin justifica los medios. Si Jota es de rey, yo príncipe.
Yo tengo valor y ellos precio. Esto es pa' la calle.
Pa' los que crecieron sin nada ni nadie. Pa' los que se criaron en un callejón.
Jugaban con latas si no había balón. Y si caen los malos, no damos detalleees.
Esto es pa' la calle. Pa' los que crecieron sin nada ni nadie.
Pa' los que se criaron en un callejón. Jugaban con latas si no había balón.
Y si caen los malos, no damos -detalleees. -Yeah.
Esto es pa' la calle, pa' los anormales del barrio. Fuck pa' varios de los comentarios.
Se lavaron las manos con las que aplaudieron desde mi escenario.
Trabajamos sin hora ni horario, con la cucha pegá' al rosario. Yo también soy un warrior y roncar no es necesario.
Prendo las velas, que el de arriba juega conmigo. Muchos chotas, muy pocos amigos.
Dios es testigo de tola mierda que comí. Yo eso nunca lo digo.
Vos valés chimba, papá, y me tenés que importar aunque sea pa' ser mi enemigo.
Van detrás mío, yo nunca los sigo y nadie está hablando contigo. Salí de la calle, volví pa' la calle.
Metido en la calle, el del fucking momento. Fundador y autor de un movimiento.
Mucho humo se lo llevó el viento.
Llevo parado unos años, pero este año me lo gané y ahora el trono es mi asiento. Hasta el último aliento.
Yo también soy calmado y violento. Esto es pa' la calle.
Pa' los que se criaron sin nada ni nadie. Pa' los que se criaron en el calentón.
Jugaban con latas si no había balón. A los malos no les damos detalleees.
Esto es pa' la calle.
Pa' los que se criaron sin nada ni nadie. Pa' los que se criaron en el calentón.
Jugaban con latas si no había balón. A los malos no les damos detalleees.
Yo no rezo, pero creo en Dios. Aunque el mío no se llama Jesús.
Se murió cuando tenía dieciocho. Ismael, por favor, dame luz.
Alumbrame el camino correcto, donde no dependa de las fotos.
Cuando todo lo que haga sea puro y no rompa todo lo que toco. Tengo tu cara en diamantes, lloro de día, amantes y de noche solo.
Si se lía, capucha, braga y los guantes, que las cámaras luego lo graban todo.
Estoy condenado como un procesado. Yo no he contestado, pero he tolerado.
Dame un tóner caro con un procesador que me imprima el crimen que no he confesado.
No me importa cumplir en un centro, tengo pasta fuera y gente dentro.
Y lo que gano de día se gasta de noche, como Jordan Belfort.
Lo siento pa' to' el que me envidia, pero esto es pa' mi familia. Mami, parezco una estrella.
No soy calle, yo he vivido en ella. Le juré a mi madre darle un disco de oro.
Celebrar los míos, lo que gane solo. Nadie va a llegarle donde yo le llego.
Su hijo se toma recortando los toros. Yo no tengo límites. El fin justifica los medios.
Si Jota es de rey, yo príncipe. Yo tengo valor y ellos precio. Esto es pa' la calle.
Pa' los que se criaron sin nada ni nadie.
Pa' los que se criaron en el calentón. Jugaban con latas si no había balón.
A los malos no les damos detalleees. Esto es pa' la calle.
Pa' los que crecieron sin nada ni nadie. Pa' los que se criaron en un callejón.
Jugaban con latas si no había balón. Y si caen los malos, no damos detalleees.
English translation
I swore to my mother to give her a gold record. Celebrate mine, whatever I earn alone.
Nobody is going to reach you where I reach you. His son is taken trimming the bulls.
I have no limits. The end justifies the means. If Jota is a king, I am a prince.
I have value and they have price. This is for the street.
For those who grew up with nothing and no one. For those who grew up in an alley.
They played with cans if there was no ball. And if the bad guys fall, we don't give details.
This is for the street. For those who grew up with nothing and no one.
For those who grew up in an alley. They played with cans if there was no ball.
And if the bad guys fall, we don't give details. -Yeah.
This is for the street, for the abnormals in the neighborhood. Fuck for several of the comments.
They washed their hands with those who applauded from my stage.
We work without hours or schedules, with our cucha glued to our rosary. I am also a warrior and snoring is not necessary.
I light the candles, and the one above plays with me. Many chotas, very few friends.
God is witness to all the shit I ate. I never say that.
You're worth it, dad, and you have to care about me even if it's just to be my enemy.
They are after me, I never follow them and no one is talking to you. I left the street, I returned to the street.
Stuck in the street, the one with the fucking moment. Founder and author of a movement.
A lot of smoke was blown away by the wind.
I've been unemployed for a few years, but this year I earned it and now the throne is my seat. Until the last breath.
I am also calm and violent. This is for the street.
For those who grew up with nothing and no one. For those who grew up in the heat.
They played with cans if there was no ball. We don't give the bad guys details.
This is for the street.
For those who grew up with nothing and no one. For those who grew up in the heat.
They played with cans if there was no ball. We don't give the bad guys details.
I don't pray, but I believe in God. Although mine is not called Jesus.
He died when he was eighteen. Ismael, please give me light.
Light me on the right path, where I don't depend on photos.
When everything I do is pure and doesn't break everything I touch. I have your face in diamonds, I cry during the day, lovers and at night alone.
If you get the hood, pants and gloves mixed up, the cameras will then record everything.
I am condemned as a defendant. I have not responded, but I have tolerated.
Give me an expensive toner with a processor that will print me the crime I haven't confessed to.
I don't mind meeting in a center, I have money outside and people inside.
And what I earn during the day is spent at night, like Jordan Belfort.
I'm sorry for anyone who envies me, but this is for my family. Mommy, I look like a star.
I am not a street, I have lived in it. I swore to my mother to give her a gold record.
Celebrate mine, whatever I earn alone. Nobody is going to reach you where I reach you.
His son is taken trimming the bulls. I have no limits. The end justifies the means.
If Jota is a king, I am a prince. I have value and they have price. This is for the street.
For those who grew up with nothing and no one.
For those who grew up in the heat. They played with cans if there was no ball.
We don't give the bad guys details. This is for the street.
For those who grew up with nothing and no one. For those who grew up in an alley.
They played with cans if there was no ball. And if the bad guys fall, we don't give details.