Biblioteca de letras originales
Letras de rap
Letras de rap originales para leer, rapear y usar, ordenadas por estilo.
01 — Fáciles y sin groserías
Letras de rap fáciles y sin groserías
Barras cortas y sencillas, sin malas palabras.
First Day Energy
Old school · Fácil · Sin groserías
New school shoes and a brand new start
Backpack light but I got a big heart
Say hi to the room and I'm takin' my seat
Pencil in my hand like a mic on the beat
Teacher call my name and I'm standin' up tall
Learn somethin' new, gonna give it my all
Lunch with my crew and we laugh out loud
First day done and I'm walkin' out proud
Talent Show
Boom bap · Fácil · Sin groserías
Lights come up and the crowd go quiet
Nervous for a second, then I'm ready to ride it
Practiced every night in the bathroom mirror
Now every single word comin’ out so much clearer
Mom in the front with the phone held high
Friends in the back screamin' out my line
I ain't need a trophy, I just came to perform
Leave the stage cool but I left it warm
Pizza Friday
Trap · Fácil · Sin groserías
Friday night and the pizza on the way
Extra cheese 'cause we earned it today
Movie on the screen and the snacks in a pile
Whole week long, been waitin' a while
Slice in my hand, I fold it in two
Last piece left and it’s me versus you
Rock, paper, scissors, yeah I'm takin' the win
Next Friday come and we do it again
02 — Canciones
Letras de canciones de rap para usar
Un coro y una estrofa para grabar sobre cualquier beat.
City Lights
Melódico · Media · Sin groserías
[Hook]
City lights, they call my name
Every night I'm chasin' flame
If I fall, I'll rise the same
City lights, I'm playin' the game
[Verse]
Rooftop view with the wind in my face
Small town kid in a big town race
Mama said dream, so I dream out loud
Now my name ring out in a stranger’s crowd
No Days Off
Trap · Media · Sin groserías
[Hook]
No days off, no, no days off
Grind so long that the clock wore off
They was sleepin', I was turnin' up the volume
Now they hit my line like I got the solution
[Verse]
Five a.m. and the coffee still hot
Every little hour, yeah, I give it a shot
Plans on the wall like a map to the gold
Young with a vision, but my patience is old
Summer Tape
Old school · Fácil · Sin groserías
[Hook]
Roll the windows down, let the summer play
Every block we pass feel like holiday
Turn it up loud, let the speakers shake
This the song we play on the summer tape
[Verse]
Ice cream truck with the tune on repeat
Sprinkler on the lawn and the heat in the street
Friends on the porch with the stories to tell
Hold onto this, ‘cause we know it so well
03 — Batallas
Letras para batallas de rap
Punchlines contra las rimas, no contra la persona.
Warm-Up Round
Boom bap · Media · Sin groserías
You came to battle? Bring a better plan
I been writin' bars since my hand could stand
Your flow so slow it need a loading screen
Mine hit fast like a vending machine
You say you're the best, but the crowd ain't sold
Your hottest line got the audience cold
Step to the mic, now the stage is mine
I end this round in a single line
Copy Paste
Drill · Media · Sin groserías
Your rhymes copy-paste, I can see the seams
Borrowed every bar from somebody else’s dreams
I write mine fresh, every word on fire
You write yours like a dull printer's wire
Talkin’ all that noise but your volume low
I turn it up and the whole room know
Call it a battle? Nah, call it a lesson
Class dismissed, that’s the end of the session
Final Round
Boom bap · Difícil · Sin groserías
Final round and the pressure stacked high
Multisyllable, watch how the syllables fly
You rhyme cat with hat, that’s a nursery shelf
I rhyme ambition with a mission for myself
Your punchlines land like a feather on stone
Mine break walls, now you standin’ alone
Judges look up, and they already know
Hand me the belt, that's the end of the show
04 — Duras
Letras de rap gangster y duras
Historias de calle y actitud de jefe, sin insultos.
From the Block
Drill · Difícil · Sin groserías
Grew up where the streetlights flicker all night
Learned to stay sharp ‘fore I learned to write
Corner store hustle, every dollar was earned
Every closed door was a lesson I learned
Now I'm movin' through the city with my head on straight
Same old block but a whole new weight
They counted me out, now they countin’ my wins
Where the story end is where the legend begins
Cold Weather
Drill · Difícil · Sin groserías
Cold weather, coat zipped, eyes on the prize
Talk is cheap, so I let the work rise
Quiet in the room, but my presence is loud
Never needed fame, never needed a crowd
Dark hood up, every step got a reason
Been through the storm, now I'm runnin' the season
Pressure on my back but I carry it well
Every scar I got got a story to tell
Boss Moves
Trap · Media · Sin groserías
Boss moves only, I don’t play it small
Started from the floor, now I own the hall
Gold on the wrist from the time I put in
Every single loss was a lesson in a win
Big plans drawn on a napkin in the back
Now the plan in motion and it’s right on track
They said slow down, but I'm speedin' through
Boss moves only, that’s the only thing I do
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| Uso | Sección | Nivel |
|---|---|---|
| Escuela o concurso de talentos | Fácil y sin groserías | Fácil |
| Grabar una canción | Letras de canciones de rap | Medio |
| Una batalla de práctica | Letras de batalla de rap | Medio a difícil |
| Estilo calle | Gangster y duro | Difícil |
