Se me ponen el cinturon... by Vico C (english translation)
They put my belt on ...
And they hold me ... And it says!
I do not cry
If I fall I get up from the mud
I take out the pen and I vent
You do not have to come here to put me in a pile
Saying the truths tell me the kila
I do not cry
If I fall I get up from the mud
I take out the pen and I vent
You do not have to come here to put me in a pile
Saying the truths tell me the kila
okay
This song is not for hitting me anymore
What is necessary is necessary,
What does not need this more
I vent to myself because the world provokes me
I get through the pores if they cover my mouth
And I start with those who asked me:
Vico C Now what are you going to get out that they threw you?
Even of your personal life they talked
Your name used
Philosopher with you they passed
I answered that if I am 15 years old
Singing them against the things that hurt
As they pretend that by a silly war
Of so much good message that I grabao I go against
You think I do not have enough lyric
To defend myself and anyone giving them a clinic?
But my lyrics are not about that
My mission with people has much more weight
And it's not like I'm a pastor
But accept that this gender is out of control
Everything is sex, everything is violence by competition
And I, as a good father, will take care of my offspring
Also of the advertisements that are exhibited
Like the one in the culai that says the body asks you
As saying: my poison you need
Buy my product tripea jump and jump
And there went a less auspicious
Well when I start telling the truth I do not have brakes
Well excuse me if I'm bothering you
but I'm not pulling I'm venting
[CHORUS]
The politicians
That kill for their position
The rappers had us in pursuit
When he realizes that the town wants vacilon
Now they made their campaigns with reggaeton
So any man we already know what they are up to
They use us to win after they throw us when they win
and that's where we can see the truth
Who work for the vote not for society
They do not care about the lives that have been lost in the neighborhood
And to win the elections go to the hamlet
Embrace my grandmother greet my uncle
But the past 4 years were hidden
My brother you who claims to be a Christian
When a vagabond, why do not you shake hands?
You tell him of little things God bless you
But you do not get a little bit to fill their bellies
Look! They are watching you from above
The gospel is not about spending saliva
If you want to be heard, you have to give them life
And give a hug to the one who is dying of AIDS
To television:
What happened to you dad?
That if you do not teach an orgy you're not at all
Go and walk down the street look how they are
And do not say that it has nothing to do with their evil
It's true
Even if they hide me and deny it
I'm not going to be hypocritical for my records to hit
Well I do not belong to the singers who fear them
They say anything
As long as you sound it
[CHORUS]
Hop now look for the alcoholado and Sobate!
I told you that he had weight ... right?
I Ecko! I take out the pen and I vent
... I vent ... I ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)