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Description
Recordingarranger, Producer, Executive Producer, Vocalist: Adriel Favela
Mixing Engineer, Producer: Axel Fabian Celedon Sánchez
Mastering Engineer, Recordingarranger: Luis Lara Ayala
Recording Engineer: Daniel Valenzuela León
Recording Engineer: Osain Alberto Rodríguez Martínez
Studio: Sonic Ranch Studios
Studio: Golden Ink Studios
Other: Daniel Sebastán Tirado Félix
A& R: Oscar Ortíz
Vocalist, Author: Mala Rodríguez
Vocalist: Chanela Clicka
Composer Lyricist: Eduardo Figueroa Espadas
Composer Lyricist: Jimbo Páez
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oye.
Amor de traficantes, de maleantes, tan iguales.
El gorro hasta los pedales, lujosos son los detalles. Dudo que algún día me falles, dos amantes de la calle.
Vivimos como chacales, tú me guardas los metales, no me guardes los modales.
Porque la calle está mala, rifle y chaleco antibalas y el gatillo está que arde.
Y si algún día nos agarran, no les cuentes que, que, que, que, que, que. . .
-Oye. -Oye.
Sh. Nunca tuvimos futuro, solo tuvimos presente.
Como dos niños chiquitos, pero con antecedentes.
Saboreando muerte y vida entre ratas y serpientes. La cultura de barrio llena de supervivientes.
Yo tengo afilados -dientes.
-Porque la calle está mala, rifle y chaleco antibalas y el gatillo está que arde.
Vivimos como chacales, tú me guardas los metales, no me guardes los -modales.
-Porque la calle está mala, rifle y chaleco antibalas, el gatillo está que arde.
Y si algún día nos agarran, no les cuentes que vamos bajo el mismo objetivo, con el mismo motivo. Si alguno quiere pasarse, le aplicamos un correctivo.
Vida de fugitivos, cargamos con efectivo.
Unos se inventan lo que escriben y yo escribo lo que vivo. Que, que, que, que, que. . .
-Adriel Favela. -Ahí va.
Amala Rodríguez.
Chanel, la clika, pa.
Ratatata.
English translation
Hey.
Love of traffickers, of thugs, so alike.
From the hat to the pedals, the details are luxurious. I doubt that you will ever fail me, two street lovers.
We live like jackals, you save my metals, don't save my manners.
Because the street is bad, rifle and bulletproof vest and the trigger is on fire.
And if one day they catch us, don't tell them what, what, what, what, what, what. . .
-Hey. -Hey.
Sh. We never had a future, we only had a present.
Like two little children, but with a history.
Savoring death and life among rats and snakes. The neighborhood culture full of survivors.
I have sharp teeth.
-Because the street is bad, rifle and bulletproof vest and the trigger is on fire.
We live like jackals, you save my metals, don't save my manners.
-Because the street is bad, rifle and bulletproof vest, the trigger is on fire.
And if one day they catch us, don't tell them that we are going for the same objective, with the same motive. If someone wants to go overboard, we apply a corrective measure.
Fugitive life, we carry cash.
Some invent what they write and I write what I live. What, what, what, what, what. . .
-Adriel Favela. -There it goes.
Amala Rodriguez.
Chanel, the clik, pa.
Ratatata.