*(Intro)*
Yo, this for the block, for the crew, for the streets,
Where the smoke rises, and the hustle never sleeps.
Turn the it up, let it bang all night,
Straight from the ghetto, we’re keeping it tight.
*(Verse 1)*
In my hood, no cash, but we got big dreams,
Every corner got a story, nothing’s what it seems.
The sun hits hard, but we harder, no doubt,
If you don’t run the game, the game will run you out.
Bottles in the gutter, heads up to the sky,
The struggle made us strong, we don’t live a lie.
With my people grinding, we don’t ever stop,
The streets raised me, now we aiming for the top.
*(Chorus)*
From the ghetto to the world, we bring the sound,
The rhythm of the streets, it’s underground.
Turn it up, let the speakers shake,
We’re fire in the game, make no mistake.
*(Verse 2)*
Chains on my neck, but my mind stays free,
We’re climbing to the top, just wait and see.
The beat of the streets, it’s the heart of the hood,
Every move we make, we make it understood.
The lights in the club, they shining so bright,
The DJ’s on fire, it’s a party tonight.
From the block to the stage, we connect the vibe,
The ghetto made us strong, now we worldwide.
*(Bridge)*
Eh-eh, let the drums keep banging,
Life’s a fight, but we keep on standing.
Dance, sing, live in the moment,
From the struggle to the stars, yeah, we own it.
*(Chorus)*
From the ghetto to the world, we bring the sound,
The rhythm of the streets, it’s underground.
Turn it up, let the speakers shake,
We’re fire in the game, make no mistake.
*(Outro)*
Yo, this is for the hoods, for the dreamers, the fighters,
For the ones who hustle, making life a little brighter.
Reggaeton moves us, gives us a voice,
From the ghetto we rise, now we make the choice.
Apama
