Paroles et traduction Morad - Tienes Que

Tienes Que

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M.D.L.R, M.D.L.R, para lo' de dentro
M.D.L.R a mayore', también lo' que están metidos en centro'
M.D.L.R y de verdad, oye

Tienes que tratarte, en caídas mejorarte
Es doloroso saber que tú vienes de otra parte
Y no por tu raza, sino pintas o maneras
Por ser de calle cruzas muchas más fronteras

Tienes que pensarte la' cosa' má' de do' vece'
Si no acabas senta'o en la silla con lo' jueces
Condena' largas, jode' incluso condicional
Al fin y al cabo su cebo, porque sigues en el penal, normal

Y tienes que despertar, los ojos saber abrir
Saber que con un cosa simple aquí tú puedes morir
Lo escrito está escrito y el de arriba es quien decide
El de arriba

Aquí no se hace lo que uno quiere
Sino lo que uno puede
Ropa, marca', con mujere'
Sino por una que te quiere
Es tu madre, es tu madre
Es tu madre, es tu madre

Y aquí no se hace lo que uno quiere
Sino lo que uno puede
Ropa, marca', con mujere'
Sino por una que te quiere
Es tu madre, es tu madre
Es tu madre, es tu madre

Y que lo único que quiero yo e' vivir como uno al retira'o
Un negocio que sea renta'o con lo que me vea estira'o
Que llegue el fajo de la'o, que siga con lo' de mi la'o
Hablan lo' tuyo', pero hace tiempo eran caga'o

Y me hablái' de delinquir sin pagarme el aboga'o
Y me hablái' de que movéi' kilos y tu colega te los ha deja'o
Y justo solo con tu madre y tú enfrente senta'o
A vece' nunca he esta'o, por el daño ya causa'o

Agradecido que mi música pa' lo' que siguen metido en rollo'
No como que tú te ralla, por no meterte una raya

Un beso, para lo' que siguen preso'
Y no han sali'o, y no han sali'o (y nunca han sali'o)
Y pa' lo' mayore' que cumplen entre reja'
Lo' menore' no se quejan
Funcionar abusando con paliza' y dando colleja'

Pa' lo' que siguen dentro escuchando con el televisor
Y piensan que mañana será un día ya mejor
Y lo' que saben que no es un mundo contento
Me escuchan mi música, lo recuento
Oye (recuento)

Hay liberta', hay liberta'
Hay liberta', hay liberta'
Pa' lo' mayore', pa' lo' menore'
Pronto se sale, pronto se sale

Pa' lo' mayore', pa' lo' menore'
Pronto se sale, pronto se sale
Pa' lo' mayore', pa' lo' menore'
Pronto se sale, pronto se sale

You Have To

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M.D.L.R, M.D.L.R, for those inside
M.D.L.R to the elders, also those locked in centers
M.D.L.R and for real, listen

You have to take care of yourself, improve during downfalls
It's painful to know you come from another place
And not because of your race, but your style and ways
Being from the streets, you cross many more borders

You have to think things through more than twice
If not, you'll end up sitting in a chair with the judges
Long sentences, even probation sucks
In the end, it's their bait, because you stay in the pen, it's normal

And you have to wake up, know how to open your eyes
Know that with a simple thing here you can die
What's written is written and the one above is the one who decides
The one above

Here you don't do what you want
But what you can
Clothes, brands, with women
But for one who loves you
It's your mother, it's your mother
It's your mother, it's your mother

And here you don't do what you want
But what you can
Clothes, brands, with women
But for one who loves you
It's your mother, it's your mother
It's your mother, it's your mother

And all I want is to live like a retired man
A business that brings in rent, so I can be relaxed
Let the stack of cash arrive, let me continue with my people
They talk about yours, but they were scared a long time ago

And you talk to me about committing crimes without paying for my lawyer
And you tell me that you move kilos, and your friend left them for you
And just you with your mother sitting in front of you
Sometimes I've never been there, because of the damage already caused

Grateful that my music is for those still involved in the mess
Not like you, who are stressed out, for not doing a line

A kiss, for those who are still imprisoned
And haven't gotten out, and haven't gotten out (and have never gotten out)
And for the elders who are serving time behind bars
The younger ones don't complain
They operate by abusing, with beatings and giving slaps

For those who are still inside listening with the TV
And they think that tomorrow will be a better day
And those who know that it's not a happy world
They listen to my music, I recount it
Listen (I recount)

There's freedom, there's freedom
There's freedom, there's freedom
For the elders, for the young ones
You'll get out soon, you'll get out soon

For the elders, for the young ones
You'll get out soon, you'll get out soon
For the elders, for the young ones
You'll get out soon, you'll get out soon