Moneda Dura "mala Leche"

Maybe you could use some of that 8% of the world's riches you claim to own and invest in a grammar class.

Hey,I cant see who is the brave that is talking about cubans?

upps!! surprise... Iam in USA, and Iam not death...well how can u give opinions about somenthin' that u don't know, so shut up!

bull S**t , we know yall hate it over there and only reason you cant come over here is cause your government will kill you if you try to leave, its bullshit over there, there's no freedom

excuse u!!!! hell no!! u don't gonna talk like that about my people, u white trash, let me tell u somethin' Cuban people are the more happy people on the world even with a goverment like that, so don't talk S**t .

Obama for You bugot!! Ha hahahaha

-(4/4)- (for 2/4 i forget to put the number)

4/4
Now my brain is in a coma
Now my life is a car without tires
Now I was so happy with my vices
All is well when I'm immoveable
I don't bring solutions, I don't give surprises

Why am I to be blamed because of your headaches
If we're doing the same, don't obsess on me
Give your brain a chance to relax
We come from a unique lineage
If we're the heat that burns deeply,
Why don't we treat each other as brothers
My heart beats when they call me Cuban

(3/4)
Ah! But tell me, tell me
Why your bad mood?
7 o'clock in the morning, I slowly eat breakfast
As if I lived in a palace

(Instead of) this tenement and its noise
The lights are still not on
Without a doubt, today will be fun

I spend 15 minutes spying on my neighbour
I get turned on and she doesn't even look at me
The electricity bill is killing me
But what can I do, if living is also killing me

We're a mixture of grease and iron
We're like cows hurrying to the slaughter-house
We're like ants going into a hole
We're a ball of fire

I find people who live to make things worse for me
People who don't talk, only bark
People who spit words
If I don't hurt you, don't pick on me
If I don't hurt you, why your bad mood?
Ah! Tell me what I did to you to make you target me
Relax and cooperate,
Can't operate on the fat in your brain
Don't take it so hard, your shouting unnerves me

And here is a translation of the "Mala Leche" lyrics: (1/3)
bad mood (evil intentions¿?)

It's 4 o'clock, the bus is still not here
People around me won't stop talking
and they drive you nuts
Sweat rolls down my ears
I'm talking about just another typical day


It's 6.45, I get on the crowded bus
Nauseated by the bad smell of the guy beside me
People pushing all the time
People with bad mood
Others who hammer my ears

what a waste of space you bloggers are
tje video is excellent

i took position of giving out permission slips and i gave myself one, and im your fuckin master bitch

who the hell are you and who gave you permisson to be so ignorant?

buenisimo, si les jode a los gringos es porque es bueno...

hah, im wealthier than you living in the 8% of the world that holds all the richs and its called being American, you dont stand a chance to compare to me