Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C.O.L.D, artist - Acru
Date of issue: 22.11.2018
Song language: Spanish
C.O.L.D(original) |
Imágenes en tus ojos, se vuelven films |
Yo no me olvido de lo que dejamos |
Y lo que juramos de kids |
Un sueño a largo plazo |
Horas sin dormir, así los vi, ácido kids |
Desde tus ojos casi por mí |
La vida final canibal, camina de animal print |
Para mí, la cima es una esquina |
Que hace un rato paso por ahí |
Ahora me atacan a mí |
Ahora duplico la apuesta de rap del país |
Los negros jodieron la party |
El tiempo a favor nada frustra mi planes |
Droga auditiva que escuchen chacales |
Se erizan la piel y atraviesan portales |
¿Boquearon? |
Decime, ¿quién es? |
Comete la firma del rey |
Les suelto dos freestyles, le borro la face |
Dudaron hasta que de frente lo ven |
Lo que la crítica ve, es la rítmica del criminal que |
Duplicó la apuesta desde aquel dia |
En el que creían que ya no tenia con que |
Me sale natural, yo solo lo hice por mi |
Los vi juzgar lo que después aplaudir |
Me salió natural, yo solo lo hice por mi |
Los vi juzgar lo que— |
Yes, you, volvió Mr. Fresco |
A escribir el resto, dividí textos |
Fue minimizado lo que hice al respecto |
Cuestión de tiempo, sigo invirtiendo |
Cada partícula de mi esfuerzo |
Y como premio, en casas y |
Barrios partieron el pan me sirvieron respeto |
Cromos, tíralos |
Hablo de esquinas con tags |
La clicka duplica la capacidad |
A la mínima rítmica actividad |
Tiempo |
Para vernos llegar |
Aquel que creía que ya no podía |
De real vería que daríamos para más |
Cuantas vueltas le dimo' a Sol |
Lo puse en mis manos y lo use de farol |
Que dulce el ardor |
Por más que no use that drug |
Produce el argot |
Supéralo |
Dejemos atrás todo esto |
La suerte no está en mi tarot |
El éxito tiene manejos inciertos |
Cierto que el que reparte soy yo |
Ánimo, ánimo |
Bajo cero como Barilo' |
Sigo recto, modo Abbey Road |
Ojos serios, textos áridos |
Ánimo, ánimo |
Árido camino en lo alto de Babylon |
Vengo a dejar mi voz |
Ya que lo que no resalta se va rápido |
(translation) |
Pictures in your eyes, they become films |
I do not forget what we left |
And what we swear about kids |
A long term dream |
Hours without sleep, that's how I saw them, acid kids |
From your eyes almost for me |
The cannibal end life, walk by animal print |
For me, the top is a corner |
I've been there for a while |
Now they attack me |
Now I double the rap bet of the country |
Blacks fucked up the party |
Time favors nothing frustrates my plans |
Hearing drug let jackals listen |
They bristle their skin and go through portals |
Did they gasp? |
Tell me, who is it? |
Commit the king's signature |
I release two freestyles, I delete the face |
They doubted until they see it from the front |
What criticism sees is the rhythm of the criminal who |
He doubled the bet from that day |
In which they believed that he no longer had what to do |
It comes naturally to me, I just did it for myself |
I saw them judge what later they applaud |
It came naturally to me, I just did it for myself |
I watched them judge what— |
Yes, you, Mr. Fresco is back |
To write the rest, I divided texts |
It was downplayed what I did about it |
Matter of time, I keep investing |
Every particle of my effort |
And as a prize, at home and |
Neighborhoods broke bread they served me respect |
Stickers, throw them away |
I speak of corners with tags |
The clicka doubles the capacity |
At the slightest rhythmic activity |
Time |
to see us arrive |
The one who believed that he could no longer |
Really I would see that we would give for more |
How many laps did we give to Sol |
I put it in my hands and used it as a bluff |
How sweet the burning |
As much as I don't use that drug |
produces the slang |
Get over |
let's leave all this behind |
Luck is not in my tarot |
Success has uncertain handling |
It is true that the one who distributes is me |
cheer up, cheer up |
Below zero like Barilo' |
I keep going straight, Abbey Road mode |
Serious eyes, arid texts |
cheer up, cheer up |
Barren road on top of Babylon |
I come to leave my voice |
Since what does not stand out goes fast |