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Description
Vocals: Clarent
Mixing Engineer: Gerar
Co- Producer: Jonniel Rythmz
Mastering Engineer: Machael
Vocals: Morad
Producer: Voluptyk
Composer: Fabien A. Cartagenas
Lyricist: Fabien A. Cartagenas
Lyrics and translation
Original
Belatti. Belatti.
Eh, para la city, eh.
-Para la bo-bo-bo-bo. . . -Preguntan por mí, que pa' dónde iré.
Yo seguiré aquí, creció la envidia con dinero y más poder.
No, no me dormiré, dicen estar pa' mí. Louis Vuitton tresciento en prendas, ese soy yo.
Yo, bebé, yo me he imagina'o que tú pensaras que de aquí no hay salida.
Tú, bebé, tú eres de otro la'o, tú no sabes cuántas vueltas yo he logra'o.
Estamos criados en el barrio, yo no vengo de la ciudad. Yo hago lo que es necesario, mi doña no termina viuda.
Yo siempre la cargo a diario, pa'l hood que siempre salude, eh, eh, eh. Estaba en la calle, no podía verte.
Prefiero el dinero a buscar la suerte. Yo no te dejo viuda, no temo a la muerte.
Miro a tus ojos y es difícil yo quererte. Miro a tus ojos y hay billetes en mi mente.
No había nada desde que estaba en el vientre.
Caja de tenis llena de fajos de veinte, le doy dinero a mamá antes de cumplir los veinte.
No había nada, con ese nada veía a muchos que cambiaban su mirada.
Luego elevaba, todo elevaba, la que me odia dice que ahora me amaba.
Con cien soldados, no hay camarada, son una banda de familia organizada.
No tengo amigos que no hagan nada, estamos a todas, no dependo de llamadas.
Tengo buenos, tengo malos, falta mía, yo la hablo.
Yo no cambio mi manera, mucho menos cambio bando. Tengo buenos, tengo malos, falta mía, yo la hablo.
Yo no cambio. . . Preguntan por mí, que pa' dónde iré.
Yo seguiré aquí. El que no falla a su familia, ese soy yo.
El que no falla a sus amigos, ese soy yo, ese soy yo.
Yo, bebé, yo me he imagina'o que tú pensaras que de aquí no hay salida.
Tú, bebé, tú eres de otro la'o, tú no sabes cuántas vueltas yo he logra'o.
Bebé, mi historia está cabrona, pasa el tiempo y me sumo más comas.
Mis veintisiete no abandonan, yo soy serio, bebé, no hago broma.
Por siempre, bebé, I'm a heavy, ve como no suelto la cuarenta. Antes que te vayas, bebé, yo te haré volar.
¿Cuánto me va a durar esta vida viene y va?
-Para la bo-bo-bo-bo. . . -Por toda la city, More.
En memoria de MKR, eh, eh.
Dime Turbbo, General.
English translation
Belatti. Belatti.
Eh, for the city, eh.
-For the bo-bo-bo-bo. . . -They ask about me, where I will go.
I will continue here, envy grew with money and more power.
No, I won't sleep, they say they are there for me. Louis Vuitton three hundred in clothes, that's me.
I, baby, I have imagined that you think that there is no way out from here.
You, baby, you are from another side, you don't know how many laps I have achieved.
We were raised in the neighborhood, I don't come from the city. I do what is necessary, my lady does not end up a widow.
I always carry her daily, so that the hood always says hello, eh, eh, eh. I was on the street, I couldn't see you.
I prefer money to luck. I do not leave you a widow, I do not fear death.
I look into your eyes and it's hard for me to love you. I look into your eyes and there are bills in my mind.
There was nothing since I was in the womb.
Tennis box full of wads of twenties, I give money to mom before I turn twenty.
There was nothing, with that nothing I saw many who changed their gaze.
Then it elevated, everything elevated, the one who hates me says that now she loved me.
With a hundred soldiers, there is no comrade, they are an organized family band.
I don't have friends who don't do anything, we are all there, I don't depend on calls.
I have good ones, I have bad ones, my fault, I speak it.
I don't change my way, much less change sides. I have good ones, I have bad ones, my fault, I speak it.
I don't change. . . They ask about me, where will I go.
I will continue here. He who does not fail his family, that is me.
He who does not fail his friends, that is me, that is me.
I, baby, I have imagined that you think that there is no way out from here.
You, baby, you are from another side, you don't know how many laps I have achieved.
Baby, my story is crazy, time goes by and I add more commas.
My twenty-seven doesn't give up, I'm serious, baby, I don't joke.
Forever, baby, I'm a heavy, see how I don't let go. Before you go, baby, I'll make you fly.
How long will this life last, it comes and goes?
-For the bo-bo-bo-bo. . . -All over the city, More.
In memory of MKR, huh, huh.
Tell me Turbobo, General.