(Uh-oh-oh)
That the boy is not small
That the boy is a teenager
And he loses the dream of being a footballer
But sometimes when they pass him the ball
He shows it on the court
That he hangs out with mixed people
Problems, money distract him
But he wants to be the first on the list

Oh-oh
That three boys live,
Poor but not pitiful
They whistle at the police,
They have it written on the walls
In truth only to the one above
For their own they risk their lives
Because he is an M.D.L.R.
And he never neglects his mother
And he doesn't like intruders (intruders)
For snitching you end up in jail (you end up in jail)
If they ask you who put it (who put it)
You say that I never use it (that I never use it)

Because he is an M.D.L.R.
M.D.L.R.
Because he is an M.D.L.R.
M.D.L.R.
Because he is an M.D.L.R.
M.D.L.R.
Because he is an M.D.L.R.
M.D.L.R.

Ah, ah
M.D.L.R. It's a world you don't see
Police bother you,
But it's only for interest
They look for you for one
And then they stick you with three
You don't believe that later (you don't believe that later)

Because you are from the street, from the street
Their manners and they carry it in their blood
At his table he will eat, because with him they went hungry
The small but demented his name
He doesn't even trust his shadow
If he kills you I swear don't be surprised
Nobody mentions his family
He wanted to be Messi
And ended up at the police station
For him it was never easy
And not a joke either
They investigate just for the looks
But he never paints them
And he has the police
Running like on a treadmill

Because he is an M.D.L.R.
He is an M.D.L.R.
Because he is an M.D.L.R.
He is an M.D.L.R.
Because he is an M.D.L.R.
Because he is an M.D.L.R.
Because he is an M.D.L.R.
Because he is an M.D.L.R.

And tell me Vato
And tell me Beny
And we don't want snitches
All this for the money
And tell me Vato
And tell me Beny
And we don't want snitches
All this for the money
(Uh-oh-oh)

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