No han cambiado Lyrics English Translation by Morad
Matte black tracksuit, they wear latex gloves
They put a car in the shop window
They like fights, karate punches
Carry a hundred kilos of chocolate in a bag
Insane as can be, nobody can stand them
They talk about bad things when they’re two at the wheel
They don’t deal with people; they were different
Always transparent with money among friends
You won’t see them up front, payments up front
For money, they’d do anything in an instant
They take the ball, score eight points
And they kill you just so they won’t get killed
Change the license plate, leeches that connect
They make fifteen plans on a grid paper
They have ten vehicles, four from the movies
And they cry for their mother, never for something silly
They haven’t changed; they all have the same goal
Don’t mess with the family
Or they’ll empty the Beretta on you
A Beretta to your face
And they haven’t changed; they shake hands with those who respect them
Always with a straight mentality
If you don’t fly like a kite
And like a kite, some have flown
They fly like a kite to the sky
Beware, they get jealous of the money on the street
And my grandfather always used to tell me when I was little
That if you mess with the family, you’ll get a beating
The truth is, there’s no more consolation
They finish you off when you’re already on the ground
He says, the truth is, there’s no more consolation
I don’t long for those who let me down over time
They do three jobs, with the moon in the background
Load the packages, Ozuna plays on the radio
Cross the road, no lights at all
They want money since they were born
They all work together, then they all add up
Everyone on the street wants to be number one
Too many Berettas, all with masks on
Your eyes only see a van
Be careful not to get involved or commit
Because here, shaking hands isn’t about signing a contract
They haven’t changed; they all have the same goal
Don’t mess with the family
Or they’ll empty the Beretta on you
A Beretta to your face
And they haven’t changed; they shake hands with those who respect them
Always with a straight mentality
If you don’t fly like a kite
And like a kite, some have flown
They haven’t changed; they all have the same goal
Don’t mess with the family
Or they’ll empty the Beretta on you
A Beretta to your face
And they haven’t changed; they shake hands with those who respect them
Always with a straight mentality
If you don’t fly like a kite
And like a kite, some have flown
They fly like a kite to the sky
Beware, they get jealous of the money on the street
And my grandfather always used to tell me when I was little
That if you mess with the family, you’ll get a beating
The truth is, there’s no more consolation
They finish you off when you’re already on the ground
He says, the truth is, there’s no more consolation
I don’t long for those who let me down over time