Hard Street Shit
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Hard Street Shit
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La mafia existe
La mafia existe y está
Y opera
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Yo'
Cuento billetes, chico, entradas VIP
Yo voy detrás del dinero, ustedes van tras de mí
Me he criado por el barrio, el barrio nos hizo así
Y ninguno de eso' hijo de puta' puede mentir, yo'
Perras exitosas, putas peligrosas
Dispuestas a matarte si se pone fea la cosa
Nadie lo escupe como la MDB (MDB), yeh
El barrio sabe quién es la MDB
Dale, decilo, en cuero por la calle voy tranquilo
Joder con este estilo, necesito más kilos
Salimos (salimos), por la noche cual vampiros
Si sos molestia te quitamos del camino, oh
Champagne y miel, ella no quiere ley
Siempre camina por la calle, sabe quién es su rey
Joder con los chicos del barrio, nadie lo hace tan bien
Va para todos esos chicos que les tocó perder, amén
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Huh, vuelve la gente bardera con su estilo loco
Tarde de la gira en pleno vuelo dando fotos
Caras destruidas, corazones rotos
Solo el barrio entiende la locura de nosotros
De a poco, tranquila, nena, disfrutá del juego
Tanta droga de golpe te deja tomando suero
Putas perras en celo luchan por un terreno
Porque nunca podrán con la familia de Bardero$
Yo no compro su oferta, cocino lo que les vendo
Y grabo, fumo y tomo, cojo, mientras ellos siguen durmiendo
Y aunque no me las sé todas, de a poco voy aprendiendo
A demostrar solo con hechos que ya se les muere el cuento
Familia, perdón, mamá, no llego a la merienda
Estaba con mi hermano adornando nuestra leyenda
Dinero, droga y venta, el Mero, el Crack, revientan
Dedicado al que roba, gana y luego se alimenta
Gangsta
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Hard street shit, hard-hard street shit
Going out to the hardcore hip-hop
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Bardero$ performs "Hard Street Shit", and this lyric page sits inside the Bardero$ catalog on LyroVerse.
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