Con Calma: Translation and Lyrics - Lírico

Bringing out the shine to me

It's not easy to be part of this world without going crazy
I eat coconut, I live life, I hesitate a little
I add sugar, do I understands? I do it in your language
From the heart, real, without sounding like a joke
Because there are shapes and forms and these are the ones I use
The music comes out of my keo window
I'm in a bathrobe, to the parrot, do not pass the rice
The new boy in the neighborhood, the word is spreading
Without being fat it is as if it were
This ass that you see Coming does not fit on the sidewalk
I have to take what I want and that's why I move it
I have put on a nice suit and I feel like new
They have thanked me for being there and also because I exist
They have even kissed my hand like Count Monte Cristo
And whoever comes to fuck will then ask for help
Reality is harsh, takes its toll and always hits the nose
And There is the one who warns and the one who does it treacherously
At the door of a gambling den they hit each other to get my attention
I like to be in places and see what happens
They are what the girls move through the salsa bars



Bringing the shine to my gun
Blessed be a micro, I take it with
With
With With

And the whole world revolves around the same axis
And everywhere the goings-on is very clear
It is at the foot of the street and it is not necessary to return from the market
Now all my hustlers be careful
Listen carefully: 'The street is a concrete jungle'
I am inspiration, knowledge
At the foot of the cannon on the pavement
The street is a firmament
And my rap sounds in the city like a drum in the jungle
Where not even the police In that dodgy street
It will be that it does not distinguish sex, races or creed
Returning a smile, I crossed the ghetto
They told me, here there is no peace or love or unity
I came here with loyalty, respect and humility
There they take to kill in many of those neighborhoods
All I saw was a rooster battle in a corner
And it's always the same, when It feels like crazy
Where Hip Hop is a science, religion, culture
Full of pimps, don't you see So if they have it cool
what do you do, do you go or stay? because that's what there is
I'm around here



Brightening my gun
Blessed be a mike, I take it with
With
With

Those Chileans, of course!
Colombians, of course!
Mexicans, of course!
Argentines, ¡ Of course!
Those Cubans, of course!
Dominicans, of course!
For my Latinos, of course!
Distant cousins, of course!



Brightening my gun
Blessed be a mike, I take it with