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Karaokê In the Heights - In the Heights (musical)

Esta música é uma versão de In the Heights, popularizada por In the Heights (musical)

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo: variável (aproximadamente 84 BPM)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Si♭

Duração: 07:37 - Visualizar: 04:22

Ano de lançamento: 2008
Estilos: Musical, Música latina, Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Compositor: Lin-Manuel Miranda

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Letra In the Heights

Lights up on Washington Heights up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
Sing while I wipe down the awning
Hey y'all, good morning
Ice cold piragua
Parcha, china, cherry, strawberry
And just for today
I got mamey
Oye, piragüero, como estas
Como siempre, Señor Usnavi
I am Usnavi and you probably never heard my name
Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax is highly complicated 'cos I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic
I love it
Jesus, I'm jealous of it and beyond that
Ever since my folks passed on
I haven't gone back
Goddamn, I gotta get on that
Fo
The milk has gone bad hold up just a second
Why is everything in this fridge warm and tepid
I better step it up and fight the heat 'cos I'm not makin' any profit if the coffee isn't light and sweet
Abuela, my fridge broke
Wooh
I got café but no con leche
Try my mother's old recipe one can of condensed milk
Nice
Ah ay, paciencia y fe
That was Abuela she's not really my abuela
But she practically raised me this corner is her escuela
Now, you're probably thinkin'
I'm up shit's creek
I've never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street
Well, you must take the A Train even farther than Harlem to northern Manhattan and maintain
Get off at one eithy-first and take the escalator
I hope you're writing this down
I'm gonna test you later
I'm getting tested times are tough on this bodega
Two months ago somebody bought Ortega's
Our neighbors started packin' up and pickin' up
And ever since the rents went up
It's gotten mad expensive but we live with just enough
I serve café
Next up to bat, the Rosarios they run the cab company they struggle in the barrio
See, their daughter Nina's off at college tuition is mad steep so they can't sleep
Everything they get is mad cheap
Good morning, Usnavi
Pan caliente, café con leche
Put twenty dollars on today's lottery
One ticket, that's it
Hey
A man's gotta dream
Don't mind him, he's all excited 'cos Nina flew in at three A.M. last night
Don't look at me this one's been cooking all week
Usnavi, come over for dinner there's plenty to eat
There's plenty to eat
So then Yesenia walks in the room, aha
She smells sex and cheap perfume, oh oh
It smells like one of those trees that you hang from the rear view
Ha ha, no
It's true
She screams, who's in there with you, Julio
Grabs a bat and kicks in the door
He's in bed with José from the liquor store
No me diga
Daniela and Carla
No me diga from the salon
Thanks, Usnavi
Sonny, you're late
Chillax you know you love me
Me and my cousin runnin' just another dime-a-dozen mom-and-pop stop-and-shop
And, oh my God, it's gotten too darn hot like my man Cole Porter said
People come through for a few cold waters and
Lottery ticket, just a part of the routine
Everybody's got a job everybody's got a dream
They gossip, as I sip my coffee and smirk
The first stop as people hop to work
Bust it, I'm like
One dollar, two dollars one fifty, one sixty-nine
I got it, you want a box of condoms, what kind
That's two quarters
Two quarter waters
The New York Times you need a bag for that
The tax is added once you get some practice at it
You do rapid mathematics automatically
Sellin' maxipads, fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practically
Everybody's stressed, yes
But they press through the mess
Bounce checks and wonder what's next
You ain't got no skills
Benny
Yo, lemme get a Milky Way
Yeah, lemme also get a daily news and a post
And most important my boss' second coffee one cream, five sugars
I'm the number one earner
What
The fastest learner
What
My boss can't keep me on the damn back burner
Yes, he can
I'm makin' moves
I'm makin' deals but guess what
What
You still ain't got no skills
Hardee-har
Yo, Vanessa show up yet
Shut up
Hey little homie don't get so upset
Man
Tell Vanessa how you feel
Buy the girl a meal on the real or you ain't got no skills
No no no no
No no no no no no no no no no
No no no no no no no no no no no no no
Mister Johnson
I got the security deposit
It's locked in a box in the bottom of my closet
It's not reflected in my bank statement
But I've been savin' to make a down payment and pay rent
No, no, I won't let you down
I'll see you later
Yo, here's your chance ask her out right now we can look at that lease
Do somethin', make your move, don't freeze
Hey
You owe me a bottle of cold champagne
Are you moving
Just a little credit check and I'm on that downtown train
Well, your coffee's on the house
Usnavi, ask her out
Okay
No way
I'll see you later, so
Ooh, smooth operator
Aw damn, there she goes, yo bro
Take five, take a walk outside
You look exhausted, lost don't let life slide
The whole hood is struggling and times are tight
And you're stuck to this corner like a streetlight
Yeah, I'm a streetlight chokin' on the heat
The world spins around while I'm frozen to my seat
The people that I know all keep on rollin' down the street
But every day is different so I'm switchin' up the beat
'Cos my parents came with nothing they got a little more
And sure, we're poor, but yo at least we got the store
It's all about the legacy they left with me, it's destiny
And one day I'll be on a beach with Sonny writing checks to me
We came to work and to live and we got a lot in common
D.R., P.R., we are not stoppin'
Every day, paciencia y fe
Until the day we go from poverty to stock options
And today's all we got so we cannot stop
This is our block
Lo le lo le lo lo lai la le
My family came from miles away
Every day
But as for mañana, mi pana ya gotta just keep watchin'
You'll see the late nights
You'll taste beans and rice the syrups and shaved ice
I ain't gonna say it twice
Turn up the stage lights
We're takin' a flight to a couple of days in the life of what it's like

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