Un consejo Lyrics English Translation by GRECAS
I’ma give you some advice
Even though I ain’t your old man
So you don’t end up missing the little angel
From now on, your nose is only for breathing
I don’t recommend that world, it’s a spiral
I leave the Barceló and grab the mineral water
That’s where the fish fuck, but I don’t care
I also want Leiva to say my alias wrong (Tres Pekeño)
I’m jealous of Peke in that and in several little things (Several little things), like the bars
I fucked a few sluts and now they want payback
Photo in the mirror at the Torre casino (Fresh)
The manager calls me asking me to delete it (Don’t fuck with me)
What a face I must be making, sorry, handsome, I know I’m hard to deal with
Photo in the mirror at the Torre casino (Fresh)
The manager calls me asking me to delete it (I’m not gonna do it)
What a face I must be making, sorry, handsome, I know I’m hard to deal with
I’m taking the hotel pillow with me on the way back
My blue-colored eyes, they’re the Celta jersey
The watch is fat, but the wrist is slim (Fine)
I’m flowing out, I’m a delta
You tell your mom: “I got a show today,” I tell my mom: “I got a show today”
We ain’t that different, right?
I started daydreaming a while ago
I came back from Cuba, there was a cigar in the suitcase (A cigar), and in the plaza I smoked it with my brother (With my bro)
I was doing bad and he lent me a hand (He helped me)
I split from him and he was the only sane one (Out of all) out of all my boys
At the bingo hall in Villalba, I think it’s Las Vegas
That’s why I raise the blinds, if I lose you pull away and if I win you rub it in
Photo in the mirror at the Torre casino (Fresh)
The manager calls me asking me to delete it (Don’t fuck with me)
What a face I must be making, sorry, handsome, I know I’m hard to deal with
Photo in the mirror at the Torre casino (Fresh)
The manager calls me asking me to delete it (I’m not gonna do it)
What a face I must be making, sorry, handsome, I know I’m hard to deal with
They pull away from you when your stash runs out (The blow)
I want the whole cake, call me “Gocho”
I can only write when I stay up all night (When I go out)
At Begoña’s house eating sancocho
Shoutout to [?], the hundred projects, they won’t even let them into the stores anymore
If you don’t have money to pay a lawyer to defend you, bro, everything by the book with the IRS
Photo in the mirror at the Torre casino (Fresh)
The manager calls me asking me to delete it (Don’t fuck with me)
What a face I must be making, sorry, handsome, I know I’m hard to deal with
Photo in the mirror at the Torre casino (Fresh)
The manager calls me asking me to delete it (I’m not gonna do it)
What a face I must be making, sorry, handsome, I know I’m hard to deal with