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A ti no te gusta el rap

El rap con P

Recuerdo que te conoci en, unos de esos bonches callejeros
Me pusiste el pero pa al final entrar al hormiguero
Descubri quien eras y te soy sincero
A ti no te gusta el rap, a ti te gustan los raperos
Sombrero, sudadera chop pa la cadera
Saca billetera porque las groupies no usan carteras
Veras, medias pa afuera (si) vocabulario abierto
Alcohol y converse pa entrarle mas fresca a los conciertos
Hablamos mucho aunque mucho no entendi
Si la fiesta no se acaba creo que me duermo ahi
No tenias quien te llevara y me preguntaste a mi
Que te iba a decir a ti si mi nombre comienza con si (si)
Pa que contaste la segunda parte del drama
Me caracterizo por portarme bien y respetar las damas
Me pongo chama siento que el deber me llama
Y asi fue que casualmente terminamos en la cama mama
Se de que esas cosas no son de verdad
Falsa realidad busca algo que estrofa mas pa atras
Descarga na mas, sientate y disfruta del momento
Que ese tipo e caso siempre termina en reprendimiento
Al otro dia ya La Habana lo sabia
Como perseguia por poco me busca hasta la policia
Con papelazos, escandalos, guaperias
Que hasta tube que inventarles que tenia una mujer paria
Historias que crea la mente, dañan a la gente
Y se repiten constantemente
Consciente, sigue y dejame vivir la vida busca la salida
Y echale la culpa a la bebida

A ti no te gusta el rap
Lo tuyo es la farandula, descarga na mas,
Entrar al concierto por atras
A ti no te gusta el rap
Tu sigue en tu universidad,
Despertate ma que yo hablo de la realidad
A ti no te gusta el rap
A ti te gusta las peñitas, las griterias,
La guarita tu tranquilita
A ti no te gusta
Entretiene mientra en palos vienes
Soy sincero es que a ti te gustan los raperos

Estube, buscandole sentido por saber, poder comprender
Escuchar criterios de mujer
Y asi pude ver, que hay personas que a veces no crecen
Su orgullo perece pues son victimas de inmadureces (se)
Pasaron meses tantos que casi olvide
To lo que pase, casi me enferme cuando le saque el pie
Un dia que me soltaron de esa pata y se
Marcando el porque, en la misma esquina ahi me la encontre
Por suerte la pepilla apenas me miro
Yo me dije yo, libre que rapido te olvido
Menos mal, que nunca le gusto la confusion
Porque estaba muy contenta de manos con un negron
De esos, pullover zero 5 xxl
Gorras de los yankees y unas botas de esas grandes como duelen
Buscaneriando y derritiendo papeles
Que espere en la guagua y fui bajando como el cha con velez
Pa la casa, son cosas que pasan como vicios
Y sacan de quicio pa el gusto se hicieron los oficios
Gente, inconsecuente caliente sin claros fines
Que los mismos bailan con calimba que con los patines
Al pan pan y al vino vino sin mucha intriga
Al muchacho de las botas grandes que dios lo bendiga
En lo que diga, puede ser mi amiga en unos años
Y a mi no me dan deseos
De salir ni el dia de mi cumpleaños
Las experiencias son cadenas que arrastramos
Le damos rienda al deseo y ahi nos despreocupamos
Pues caemos, en jueguitos algo peligrosos
Seas rapero, bombero, buzo o cazador de osos

A ti no te gusta el rap
Lo tuyo es la farandula,
Descarga na mas, entrar al concierto por atras
A ti no te gusta el rap
Tu sigue en tu universidad,
Despertate ma que yo hablo de la realidad
A ti no te gusta el rap
A ti te gusta las peñitas,
Las griterias, la guarita tu tranquilita
A ti no te gusta
Entretiene mientra en palos vienes
Soy sincero es que a ti te gustan los raperos

You Don't Like Rap

Rap with a P

I remember meeting you at one of those street parties
You played hard to get, but in the end, you joined the crowd
I discovered who you were, and I'll be honest
You don't like rap, you like rappers
Hat, hoodie, chopped for the hips
Get your wallet out because groupies don't use purses
You see, socks out (yeah), open vocabulary
Alcohol and Converse to get into concerts fresher
We talked a lot, even though I didn't understand much
If the party doesn't end, I think I'll sleep there
You had no one to take you, and you asked me
What was I going to say to you if my name starts with "yes" (yes)
Why did you tell the second part of the drama?
I'm known for behaving well and respecting ladies
I get shy, I feel like duty calls
And that's how we casually ended up in bed, mama
I know that those things aren't real
False reality, look for something that rhymes further back
Just download, sit back and enjoy the moment
Because that type of case always ends in reprimand
The next day, all of Havana knew
How you chased me, the police almost came looking for me
With tantrums, scandals, bravado
I even had to invent that I had a pariah wife
Stories that the mind creates, harm people
And they are constantly repeated
Be aware, move on and let me live life, find the way out
And blame it on the drink

You don't like rap
Yours is the show business, just download,
Enter the concert from behind
You don't like rap
You keep going to your university,
Wake up, ma, I'm talking about reality
You don't like rap
You like the little groups, the screams,
The guardhouse, you calm down
You don't like it
Entertain yourself while you come in sticks
I'm honest, you like rappers

I was, looking for meaning to know, to be able to understand
Listen to women's opinions
And so I could see, that there are people who sometimes don't grow up
Their pride perishes because they are victims of immaturity (yeah)
Months went by, so many that I almost forgot
Everything that happened, I almost got sick when I took my foot out
One day they let me go from that leg and such
Marking the reason, on the same corner there I found her
Luckily, the girl barely looked at me
I said to myself, free, how quickly she forgets you
It's a good thing she never liked confusion
Because she was very happy hand in hand with a black guy
One of those, zero 5 xxl pullover
Yankees caps and some of those big boots that hurt
Hustling and melting papers
I waited for the bus and went down like the guy with velez
To the house, they are things that happen like vices
And they drive you crazy, the trades were made for pleasure
People, inconsistent, hot without clear goals
That they dance with kalimba as well as with skates
To bread bread and wine wine without much intrigue
May God bless the boy with the big boots
Whatever she says, she may be my friend in a few years
And I don't feel like
Going out even on my birthday
Experiences are chains that we drag
We give free rein to desire and there we don't care
Well, we fall, into somewhat dangerous games
Whether you're a rapper, firefighter, diver or bear hunter

You don't like rap
Yours is the show business,
Just download, enter the concert from behind
You don't like rap
You keep going to your university,
Wake up, ma, I'm talking about reality
You don't like rap
You like the little groups,
The screams, the guardhouse, you calm down
You don't like it
Entertain yourself while you come in sticks
I'm honest, you like rappers