Hardcore 97 Lyrics – Mnak
Singer: Mnak
Title: Hardcore 97
Yo
Es
M-N-A-K
Alcohol de 40 y pico, mi cara en el periódico y yo sin ser rico
Sigo haciendo que los chavos ahorren pa’ un micro
Solo me lavo el ego no me lo quito
Mientras le digo al camarero que lo necesito
En el cielo no hay alcohol por eso brindo fuerte
Cada domingo al verte, aunque soy más de martes
Hoy he bajado en chanclas pa’ que no pregunten
Pero el dueño del balón es el más importante
Sonido Dolby, cadenas Goldfield
Siempre detrás de una pantera como Mowli
Holy sh#t, estoy haciendo lo que quiero
No calentamos antes de salir
Como un barbero, les doy pal pelo
Y les barro el suelo
Solo me preocupan ceniceros
Y siempre los lleno
Tengo el pecho bajo cero
Y me levanto con la misma tos que mató a mi abuelo
Todo por la lana, todo por la lana
Dicen esos rappers de escuela privada
Todo por la lana, todo por la lana
La mía era sencilla y con las cosas claras
Esos pijos no querían al de la gorra plana
Y ahora me preguntan qué tal la semana
Quieren invitarme a fiestas y a piscinas caras
Fakes homies, no drama
Ahora estoy en mi sitio, mi trono está limpio
Soy el rey de los que odian al rey
Solo una parte de lo que no veis, y aparte ni me conocéis
Y aparte me da igual que habléis, me aparto y os lo cuestionáis
Como brillan mis Nikes, segundo beat, tercer strike
Toma el hit, yo’ be nice
Exhibit new lowride
Con la chain en el cuello pa’ marcarlo en el ice
HARDCORE 9 7, asfalto y grilletes
Soy la revelación de tu carrete
Vete, se acabó el guateque
Mi rap es pa’ los rappers no pa’ discoteques
HARDCORE 9 7, asfalto y grilletes
Soy la revelación de tu carrete
Vete, se acabó el guateque
Mi rap es pa’ los rappers no pa’ discoteques
Yo, sonaba el walkman, Total 90
Mi abuela en casa, y la puerta abierta
Rap solo me representa
Vivo con la lengua fuera
Y moriré como leyenda, lo barato nunca está de oferta
En la mochila llevo un Winston, alcohol
Como en temas de Sex Pistols, distingo entre el signo y el sol
Mi grupo, mi estirpe, mi firma, mi shang
Mi letra es eterna y mi mente un montón
Alcohol de 40 y pico, mi cara en el periódico y yo sin ser rico
Sigo haciendo que los chavos ahorren pa’ un micro
Solo me lavo el ego no me lo quito
Mientras le digo al camarero que yo quiero
HARDCORE 9 7, asfalto y grilletes
Soy la revelación de tu carrete
Vete, se acabó el guateque
Mi rap es pa’ los rappers no pa’ discoteques
HARDCORE 9 7, asfalto y grilletes
Soy la revelación de tu carrete
Vete, se acabó el guateque
Mi rap es pa’ los rappers no pa’ discoteques
HARDCORE 9 7, asfalto y grilletes
Soy la revelación de tu carrete
Vete, se acabó el guateque
Mi rap es pa’ los rappers no pa’ discoteques
Yes
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Hardcore 97 – English Translation
Me
It is
M-N-A-K
40 and beak alcohol, my face in the newspaper and I without being rich
I’m still making kids save for a micro
I only wash the ego I don’t take it off
While I tell the waiter that I need it
In the sky there is no alcohol for that
Every Sunday seeing you, although I am more than Tuesday
Today I have dropped into flip flops that do not ask
But the owner of the ball is the most important
Dolby sound, Goldfield chains
Always behind a panther like Mowli
Holy sh#t, I’m doing what I want
We don’t heat before leaving
Like a barber, I give you hair hair
And mud the ground
I only care ashtrays
And always full
I have the chest below zero
And I get up with the same cough that killed my grandfather
All for wool, all for wool
Those private school rappers say
All for wool, all for wool
Mine was simple and with clear things
Those pikes did not want the flat cap
And now they ask me how the week
They want to invite me to parties and expensive pools
Fakes Homies, no drama
Now I’m in my place, my throne is clean
I am the king of those who hate the king
Only part of what you do not see, and apart from nor do you know me
And apart from me to speak, I move away and questions you
How my nikes, second Beat, third Strike are shining
Take the hit, yo ‘be nice
New lowride exhibition
With the chain in the neck pa ‘mark it in the ICE
Hardcore 9 7, asphalt and shackles
I am the revelation of your reel
Go away, the guateque is over
My rap is pa ‘the rappers not pa’ discoteques
Hardcore 9 7, asphalt and shackles
I am the revelation of your reel
Go away, the guateque is over
My rap is pa ‘the rappers not pa’ discoteques
I was the Walkman, Total 90
My grandmother at home, and the door open
Rap just represents me
Live with the tongue outside
And I will die as a legend, the cheap is never on offer
In the backpack I wear a winston, alcohol
As in sex pistols, I distinguish between the sign and the sun
My group, my lineage, my signature, my Shang
My lyrics are eternal and my mind a lot
40 and beak alcohol, my face in the newspaper and I without being rich
I’m still making kids save for a micro
I only wash the ego I don’t take it off
While I tell the waiter that I want
Hardcore 9 7, asphalt and shackles
I am the revelation of your reel
Go away, the guateque is over
My rap is pa ‘the rappers not pa’ discoteques
Hardcore 9 7, asphalt and shackles
I am the revelation of your reel
Go away, the guateque is over
My rap is pa ‘the rappers not pa’ discoteques
Hardcore 9 7, asphalt and shackles
I am the revelation of your reel
Go away, the guateque is over
My rap is pa ‘the rappers not pa’ discoteques
And it is
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Lyrics Mnak – Hardcore 97
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