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Harlem life is... Harlem life...

Harlem life is hard body.

Uptown, baby. Holler.

Harlem life is hard.

Harlem life is hard body.

Less than 16 but eight.

But eight to sum it up,

and make this whole city late.

Less than 16 but eight.

To sum it up,

and make this whole city late.

Sh*t.

But eight...

All right. Freeze.

Do not move.

Sorry, Ma.

I just needed the money.

So is this how you got

your MP3?

Hello?

Money for what?

Cross the street.

For what?

- For a contest.

- What contest?

The winner gets a record deal.

It's tonight. Look, I had no choice.

Rob, you always have a choice.

Always.

It's not like you would

have given me cash.

Try me.

You ain't never wonder why a car

like that was just sitting there?

Parked like that?

Whose is it?

Electric.

- Who's that?

- He's syndicate.

- Syndicate?

- The Mafia, son.

- Are you serious, man?

- Yeah, I'm serious, son.

Damn.

What up, what up, what up, yo?

Let's hear it for Young Rome.

And now, my dog

from the pound, y'all.

DJ Trippe and Rob Royce.

Hey, yo, what's good, fam?

Coming straight out of Harlem.

We gonna have a

good time tonight.

It's gonna be all good.

Put your hands up.

That's that punk

that ripped off my rims?

Let's shut this club down.

- This way.

- I gotta get my mom.

- I'll get your mother. Just go, man.

- Sh*t!

Okay. No.

I'll call you back. Bye.

Who was that?

Ma.

It was your father.

My father?

I thought you said

you didn't know where he was.

Well, I do.

He's in Puerto Rico,

and he wants you

to come stay with him

for a little while.

I don't even know that dude.

I don't know what he looks like.

- He's still your father.

- To me, he's not.

Someone shot at you last

night in front of my own eyes.

Ma, what you want me to do,

keep running?

You are going, and that is that.

I love you, son.

Robert?

Yeah.

- Let me take this for you.

- No, no, it's cool, I got it.

The car is over here.

You speak Spanish?

No.

It's okay.

Most people here speak English.

You're gonna meet Marivi,

my wife, and Javi.

This is Marivi.

It's very nice to meet you.

Hi.

We made a bed for you.

It's not much...

...but it's yours

as long as you need it.

It's much more comfortable

than it looks.

Well, then. I...

I guess I better be getting

back to work.

I'll see you in the morning.

Well, I'm sure you're tired, so...

The bathroom is down the hall.

Okay. Have a good night, okay?

Thanks.

Good morning.

How did you sleep?

Fine, thanks.

Now, I hope you're hungry.

Breakfast is almost ready.

Javi.

Javi, come on.

I have to go.

- Robert, this is Javi.

- What's up?

This is Robert.

He was so excited to meet you.

But anyway, I have to go to work,

so you make yourself at home.

Show him around.

You know, show him the city.

And, okay, here is some money

your dad left...

...just in case

you need anything.

All right.

I'll see you later.

Okay? Bye-bye.

- You smoke?

- Smoke what?

New York, really?

One day I would love

to live in New York.

My father told me a lot of stories

about New York.

Your father?

Where is he?

He died.

He died like a few years ago.

- I'm sorry, man.

- That's okay, man.

I hear you have some problems

back home.

You see that bald guy on the left?

Up there.

You ever need anything,

he's the guy to talk to.

He'll take care of you

as long as he likes you.

Oh, okay.

How you say?

It's the unofficial mayor

of the neighborhood.

Oh, you wanna go to Old San Juan,

get some piraguas?

- I got money, brother. I got money.

- Oh, so that's how you do it?

You ask for money,

you get money, right?

Muchacho, no, man. It's because

you here I got this, brother.

You wanna play a game?

You want this $20?

If you can catch it, the money's yours.

You ready?

- You ready?

- Right here.

- You ready?

- Yep.

Watch out.

Yeah!

So look, man.

Back home, I stole some rims

from this dude, man.

That's the reason why I'm here.

Have you ever really needed

to do something real bad, man?

And you just couldn't?

Yeah, pero not that bad.

I guess you had it

a little bit better than I did.

Sh*t happens, man.

Don't worry about it.

Please come and see us, okay?

- Check this out.

- I'll see you there.

Do you guys wanna

come to a show tonight?

Ten o'clock.

My friend's performing.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Damn. That's how y'all

doing it in 'Rico?

That's how we do it.

Voltio. You ever heard of Voltio?

He's an amazing

reggaeton artist.

His music is like a mix of, like,

reggae, rap, parranda, merengue.

Oh, that's dope, man.

Seems like

a crazy combination, man.

It's like music from the ghetto.

You know, it's about our struggle,

our dreams. You ever had a dream?

Come on, tell me.

All right, well,

you know what I'm saying?

Maybe, you know, getting in front

of an audience, performing, you know.

Rapping, doing my thing,

you know.

Same here, brother.

It's the same, man.

Everybody has a dream, man.

And dreaming is free.

Okay, senora.

Gracias, Linda.

You like the food, Rob?

It's a typical Puerto Rican dish.

Ma. You think he's going

to say your food sucks?

There's a reggaeton show

tonight.

- Oh, really? Again?

- No, pero, Dad, it's Pedro's son.

Julio Voltio.

Oh, yeah, yeah, Julio.

You're gonna see tonight.

You're gonna see.

You know,

Roberto's a musician also.

- He played with some of the best...

- Oh, Marivi, please.

So you used to play music, huh?

I don't play anymore.

What's up, mama?

Hey, give me a Heineken.

Thanks.

Hey, what's up, bro?

What's going on?

- Chilling.

- Your music is hot!

You know it.

Reggaeton is where it's at!

Look, this is my stepbrother, Rob.

What's going on, bro?

- It's good.

- All right?

Man, are you still playing?

Always, brother, always.

That's it, brother.

Man, say hi

to your father, Roberto.

Sure, thank you.

- Yeah, you got it!

- Take care.

Hey, what's up, girl?

Wanna dance the Perrero?

- It was so good.

- Thank you so much. You liked it?

- I did.

- It was good, right?

Thank you.

Hey, I saw you on the stage.

- It was hot.

- Oh, thank you. Thank you.

- How do you know Voltio?

- His father and my father...

...went to the same school.

- Oh, yeah?

They had a band

called The Artichokes.

So you guys are musicians too?

My brother is a rapper

from New York.

I'm trying to be,

you know what I'm saying? But I...

- Yo, C.C.

- Hey.

We gotta talk.

Leave me alone.

I'm not your girlfriend anymore.

- Would you just talk to me?

- I can't.

Do you wanna come smoke

with me?

- So you smoke now?

- Yes, I do.

Hey, my bad about inside,

you know what I'm saying?

It's okay.

- Look, I don't really smoke.

- I don't either.

- Rob, right?

- Yeah. C.C.?

- Yeah.

- All right.

C.C.

We are headed to San Juan.

Alexis and Fido are playing.

Do you guys wanna go?

- Let's go.

- All right.

Oh, yeah, C.C., nice boyfriend.

Okay.

The Vega brothers

are getting some tonight.

Come on, let's go dance.

Let's groove.

There you go, Mimi.

Come on, dance with me.

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