Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Contales Wha, artist - Acru
Date of issue: 22.11.2018
Song language: Spanish
Contales Wha(original) |
Que si me disparo, baila el lápiz |
Fluyo sin strike kid |
Le pido a mi fe que se me mantenga intacta |
Que juegue de lupa cuando se me hable de plata |
Is like that la diez en el pecho, «Dios» en la espalda |
Se dice por ahí que andan benditas mis palabras |
Así que guarda |
No llevo ángel de la guarda |
Desde que se le escapó el filo bajo la manga |
Di-ri-gi-bang-bang (bang-bang) |
Jugué mis cartas a ciegas |
Lo niega pero su cráneo lo baila |
(¡Contales wha'!) |
Que no la tuve fácil |
Y no vo' a quedarme con el gusto |
A frustración de un «casi» |
(¡Contales wha'!) |
Que si me disparo, baila el lápiz |
Fluyo sin strike kid al ritmo de mis Nike’s (¡Contales wha'!) |
Que no la tuve fácil |
Y no vo' a quedarme con el gusto |
A frustración de un «casi» |
(¡Contales wha'!) |
Que si me disparo, baila el lápiz |
Fluyo sin strike kid al ritmo de mis Nike’s |
(¡Contales wha!) |
Que no la tuve fácil |
Y no vo' a quedarme con el gusto |
A frustración de un «casi» |
(¡Contales wha!) |
Que no la tuve fácil |
Y no vo' a quedarme con el gusto |
A frustración de un «casi» |
(translation) |
That if I shoot myself, the pencil dances |
I flow without strike kid |
I ask my faith to stay intact |
Let him play magnifying glass when he talks to me about money |
It is like that the ten on the chest, "God" on the back |
It is said out there that my words are blessed |
so save |
I don't have a guardian angel |
Since she slipped the edge up her sleeve |
Di-ri-gi-bang-bang (bang-bang) |
I played my cards blind |
She denies it but her skull dances it |
(Tell them wha'!) |
That I didn't have it easy |
And I'm not going to stay with the taste |
To the frustration of an "almost" |
(Tell them wha'!) |
That if I shoot myself, the pencil dances |
I flow without strike kid to the rhythm of my Nike's (Tell them wha'!) |
That I didn't have it easy |
And I'm not going to stay with the taste |
To the frustration of an "almost" |
(Tell them wha'!) |
That if I shoot myself, the pencil dances |
I flow without strike kid to the rhythm of my Nike's |
(Tell them wha!) |
That I didn't have it easy |
And I'm not going to stay with the taste |
To the frustration of an "almost" |
(Tell them wha!) |
That I didn't have it easy |
And I'm not going to stay with the taste |
To the frustration of an "almost" |