Buona Sera

LNDC, 1312, the fans

The hooligans jump onto the field, that's how the stands are
Every puff heals, given the situation
Out of nowhere, I got the summons
I didn’t do anything

That’s the legendary
Like going back to the kell doing mime
Faking the clinical sample
Coming back clean with dignity

Lyrics from my bro that make me pray in basilicas
How ironic is the dreamlike, I light up the hash, it makes me dream
Are you kidding?
I don’t even wipe when it fogs up

I can’t believe what I’m seeing until I feel it in my back
You’re scavengers
Between jokes and jokes, we were downing beers
In the park with a bottle, the kids and a chilly autumn

Tomorrow I’ll think about what I did yesterday, let’s take it step by step
They’re going without energy and without faith, grabbing at [?] if we’re lucky
Covid hit and the [?]
Prices went up even for cuts

The higher-ups getting hooked on a couple of, like the Gürtel plot
Out of the top ten, barely three are eating in the scene
It’s nice at kell, law buddies
A foreign laugh

They’re giving the mic a hard time and don’t see it with autotune
It’s not that they’re innovating, it’s that there are tones that not just anyone can hit
And who do I have left?
I can’t see the sky under the smoke

Paranoid in every room, with the bucket like a fella
That’s how the sidewalk is, kid, you arrive, yeah, but at odd hours
Collaborate with love, the monkey danced for coins
And even dressed in silk, the monkey remains

Good evening
You love to keep an eye on other people's stuff, and it makes me sad
Hey yo, cousin, thinking it’s time to change the scene
As the weeks go by, I look back and no one’s rowing

They don’t make tracks, they make scams, Yaguito told me that
Pups barely 15, rap and weed without filters
If I remember correctly, that kid had an Xkuty
And there was no merit

The mic was a liter on the little path
And God, the moon gets me all tingly with this tanji
Shots that don’t stop Benji, rocks that not even in Medellín
Blessed lagoon that I stirred up and came out chill

Give me a shot of that whiskey, pour me some rum and make me happy
You’re a joke, I can see you from miles away, solguagua
If the cops come, hide the hash, they cross themselves
They’re fighting this war the old-fashioned way

Kid, there’s no truce here, some castaway between the lines
No more
Either I’m crazy or the others are
In fact, the chocolate scares the sane, the paranoid gets gassed

Since I was a kid, an internal hatred to satisfy
I opened up to you, if so drugged on speed man, and that’s how it goes

I open up to you without speed, yeah, with DYC whiskey
Out partying through the streets of Madrid
Blindly looking for my Lady D with Ruiz
But I end up more tangled than with the ball Matuidi

On the 573 back to kelly
Either I’m really drunk or I’m riding in a Ferrari
I ask Manu if the driver is rallying
He tells me it’s Martínez, damn, it’s you going like a jary

Well yeah, I’m sorry mom, we’re like this
Flowing on the beat like in London’s Thames
Representing what I live with a Bic pen
From the bus for you, that’s my life man

I go down to CM hungover, tracksuit
Chipy and Yaguito represent the walls of my city
Carlitos pulls out a fatcap, he’ll make you a graffiti
And Rulito grabs the mic crazy and sounds dope

And that’s how the kids are around here
For my people, a chin chin
Periphery of Madrid, man
This art is free, all for you

LNDC in your headphones and on your hat
And I’m here satisfied, I don’t want to eat or touch the ceiling
Just give me a drink, don’t open my stash, chacho
I walk in and chacho everyone like Gaucho

What’s done is done, and for my chest a piece
While I crawl back home like Sebulva
Drifting on the sidewalk like Vettel in the curve
That Borja Mari, my rhyme disturbs him

His girlfriend listens to me while she’s getting off
And they fly, Cookin cooks everything better than your grandma
Here there’s no betrayal, dude, this isn’t Goodfellas
I don’t care about the drugs, the girl, the cash

Here only real people, like Ruiz and Vera
There are nights, little black girl, that fuck your Belvedere
I’ll end up with Rulo throwing up in his cabaret
What’s the doubt? That shit you drink is soft and doesn’t get me high

Five fingers of rum, that’s the key
Cookin, what? Where did you leave Alex?
I don’t see him, I don’t trip over the stone, I eat the ground
A young drunk, I don’t smell the white

I listened, damn, to my grandpa’s advice
And with that, I find comfort, and no one can take it from me
On the terrace of the warro with a cold Mahou
With Lefo, Ferchas, or Osquitar

Thinking about why that pretty girl doesn’t like me
(With those little eyes she has and I don’t mean shit to her)
(LNDC, man)