ES:

Cruising down the street con mi low rider
Los compas en la esquina chambeando se la cargan
Like Misterio un one-eighty con capucha
Por que tal vez en la próxima vuelta se reviente una lucha

Prepara los guantes mijo
You dont know where I came from
Viviendo en el downtown desde que yo recuerdo
Donde nadie duerme y el trabajo es eterno
Pero con una sonrisa siempre lleno de sueños

En este distrito somos los más chingones
Puño arriba que aquí somos los mejores
Mi gente viene de todas las direcciones
Y de sol a sol le ponemos los corazones
Súbete al rooftop si tienes los cojones
Living to the limit, en casa tenemos razones
Pa' luchar 100 veces y hacer mil canciones
Que no falte nada y el dinero por montones

Ando con la clicka escuchando hip-hop
Traficando rimas soy el mejor en la pista
Rapero mejor que yo tal vez no exista
Con una sola palabra yo los borro de la lista

Leveling the game its tremendous my flow incredible
Climbing to the top to chop those artist that are horrible
At the expenses of everyone else
Mejor trabaja
Factura en el hood
O mejor vete pa' tu casa
Que pasa?
Levanten las manos arriba toa' la raza
Fabricamos cohetes que no existen en la Nasa
Volamos hasta aviones, construimos las casas
Y aun así nos consideran toda una amenaza
Se nos alteró la situa
Pasando por Tijua
Me ven en una troca nueva y siempre me averiguan
Hoy es día de muertos así que a brindar
Por los que se fueron y no están pa' que nos rinda

Cabalgando mas allá del sol
Donde la luna se esconde
Mira a tu alrededor
Cruzamos la frontera
Por un futuro mejor
Así que prepárense
Que llegó lo mas chingón

En este distrito somos los más chingones
Puño arriba que aquí somos los mejores
Mi gente viene de todas las direcciones
Y de sol a sol le ponemos los corazones
Súbete al rooftop si tienes los cojones
Living to the limit, en casa tenemos razones
Pa' luchar 100 veces y hacer mil canciones
Que no falte nada y el dinero por montones

Somos los más chingones




EN:

Cruising down the street with my low rider
The homies on the corner putting in the heavy work
Like Misterio, a one-eighty with a hoodie
Because maybe in the next turn a fight might break out

Get your gloves ready, kid
You don't know where I came from
Living downtown since I can remember
Where nobody sleeps and work is endless
But with a smile always full of dreams

In this district, we're the toughest
Fist up because here we're the best
My people come from all directions
And from sunrise to sunset, we put our hearts into it
Get on the rooftop if you have the guts
Living to the limit, at home we have reasons
To fight a hundred times and make a thousand songs
May nothing be lacking and have money in abundance

I'm rolling with the crew listening to hip-hop
Trafficking rhymes, I'm the best on the dance floor
Maybe a rapper better than me doesn't exist
With just one word, I erase them from the list

Leveling the game, my flow is incredible
Climbing to the top to chop those artists that are horrible
At the expense of everyone else
You better work
Get billing in the hood
Or better go back home
What's up?
Raise your hands up, everyone
We manufacture rockets that don't exist at NASA
We fly their planes, we build their houses
And yet they consider us a full threat
The situation got tense
Passing through Tijuana
They see me in a new truck and always inquire about me
Today is the Day of the Dead, so let's toast
For those who are gone and are not here, so that it serves us

Riding beyond the sun
Where the moon hides
Look around you
We cross the border
For a better future
So get ready
Because the toughest have arrived

In this district, we're the toughest
Fist up because here we're the best
My people come from all directions
And from sunrise to sunset, we put our hearts into it
Get on the rooftop if you have the guts
Living to the limit, at home we have reasons
To fight a hundred times and make a thousand songs
May nothing be lacking and have money in abundance

We're the toughest

I’ll send my love,
Through the air,
Or underground.

I’ll send my love,
Through the air,
Or underground,
I can’t say it out loud but I think I want you,
Maybe it’s good or bad but I really like you,
It’s up to me or up to you,
One more step I’m on the ground.

I’ll send my love,
Through the air,
Or underground.

I’ll send my love,
Through the air,
Or underground,
You took my heart now I’m insane,
When I’m with you I feel no pain,
And your love comes around,
You make me wear a crown.

I’ll send my love,
Through the air,
Or underground.

I’ll send my love,
Through a phone,
Without a sound.

I’ll send my love,
Through the air,
Or underground.

I’ll send my love,
Through a phone,
Without a sound.

Are you homesick for the emerald isle?
Well here’s a ditty that’ll make you smile,
Take a glass and raise it high,
For all our cousin’s back in,
Ireland, Ireland.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Gather round all to hear my tale,
Waved to my lassie then the boat set sail,
But my heart still lies in old Kinsale,
Let’s sing a song for,
Ireland, Ireland.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Ah take a drink and we'll drink some more,
We'll drink to your health, and drink to the poor,
We'll drink with a shamrock at the bottom of our cup,
With the white and the gold and the green raised up.

Raise her high.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

We won’t go quietly!
No we won’t go quietly!

On this day, we’ll find our worth,
The beaten and broken, the salt of the earth,
For all that we are, for all that we’re not,
We’ll fight to the end, with all that we’ve got!

With a fistful of dirt, we’ll rise from the ground,
To stand with our family, steadfast and proud,
For all that we are, for all that we’ve lost,
We’ll never back down, no matter the cost!

We’ll keep on fighting ‘til we win,
We’ll raise our fists, we’ll chant we’ll sing,
It’s all for one and one for all,
To stand fast where our fathers stood tall.

(We won’t go quietly!)

Never bow down, no!
With a fistful of dirt, we’ll rise from the ground,
Forever bow down, no!
To stand with our family, steadfast and proud.

We’ll keep on fighting ‘til we win,
We’ll raise our fists, we’ll chant and sing,
It’s all for one and one for all,
To stand fast where our fathers stood tall.

A tip of the hat, a punch in the face,
(We won’t go quietly!)
We’re battered and bruised, we’ll give them a taste,
Of all that we are, for those that we’ve lost,
(We won’t go quietly!)
We’ll honour those that came before,
Sons and Daughters, those that fought for more,
We’ll raise our fists, we’ll chant and sing,
We’ll keep on fighting ‘til we win!

(We won’t go quietly)
(We won’t go quietly)
(We won’t go quietly)
(We won’t go quietly)

We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten,
We’ll never back down and we won’t be beat,
We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten,
We’ll never back down, we’ll never back down.

We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten,
We’ll never back down and we won’t be beat,
We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten,
We’ll never back down, we’ll never back down.

(We never go quietly!)