Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who's Back, artist - Acru
Date of issue: 22.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Who's Back(original) |
Who’s back? |
'Tamo' en la nuestra, haciendo la justa |
Jugadas precisas, bajo confianza absoluta |
Se nos busca como un fallo bajo lupa |
Y terminan por la primera opción que es mover la nuca |
Who’s back? |
A-C-R-1, flow Mustang |
Exactitud, esa es mi crew, puta |
Si no me ven, estoy haciendo al cien en esta shit extrayéndolo |
Si preguntan «¿quién?», estás viéndolo |
The realness, me pierdo en vos como un buen finde |
Sigo sin ver eso que llaman imposible |
Un guiño simple from the niño silver |
Sirvo el freestyle al plato sólo en los ratos libres |
Me escapo con un dribble |
Visto los mismos trapos pero ahora grabo el triple |
Resalto ante los chismes, perdí el tacto en sueños firmes |
Al carajo si pensaban que iba irme |
Entreno bajo silencio, creo que así sí es posible |
Llevo mi luz por si anochece |
No cambio de bando, ando blessed |
No hay tiempo de bardo ni estupideces |
Es tanto el amor que cargo |
Que hasta traigo pa' el que desmerece, yes Sr |
Intacta la magia del «Niño Spray» |
Ratas corte Suge Knight, tratan de comer tus punchline |
Así que pillo, pillo, con quien haga las paces |
Que cuando aparece la plata resaltan fauces |
Who’s back? |
'Tamo' en la nuestra, haciendo la justa |
Jugadas precisas, bajo confianza absoluta |
Se nos busca como un fallo bajo lupa |
Y terminan por la primera opción que es mover la nuca |
Who’s back? |
'Tamo' en la nuestra, haciendo la justa |
Jugadas precisas, bajo confianza absoluta |
Se nos busca como un fallo bajo lupa |
Y terminan por la primera opción que es mover la nuca |
No me encuentran en la góndola de oferta |
Mi' letras son como el barrio: para verlas hay que dar vueltas |
Escribo al tiro como un ajuste de cuentas |
Y si sigo sacando data, sé que vo' a matar la' deudas |
Así que vengan, canten victoria mientras la tengan |
Y la fuerza necesaria para que no se caiga el jenga |
Ey you, check that, en lo que a mí respecta |
A ese equipo le falta info y a ese ritmo un parte de teclas |
Leo los astros en las grietas de mis yema' |
Los hombre' libres no exhibimo' cadenas |
Estado bajo cero, bajo una visera nueva |
Y una mirada tan fría que hasta el miedo se congela |
Me persigno bajo la fe ciega |
Y le regalo mi' mano' al todo llega |
Como resultado, lamparazos de sirena |
Buscan seguir el rastro, medir lo' paso' de esta calavera |
Who’s back? |
'Tamo' en la nuestra, haciendo la justa |
Jugadas precisas, bajo confianza absoluta |
Se nos busca como un fallo bajo lupa |
Y terminan por la primera opción que es mover la nuca |
Who’s back? |
'Tamo' en la nuestra, haciendo la justa |
Jugadas precisas, bajo confianza absoluta |
Se nos busca como un fallo bajo lupa |
Y terminan por la primera opción que es mover la nuca |
(translation) |
Who's back? |
'Tamo' in ours, jousting |
Precise plays, under absolute confidence |
We are sought as a failure under a magnifying glass |
And they end up with the first option, which is to move the neck |
Who's back? |
A-C-R-1, flow Mustang |
Accuracy, that's my crew, bitch |
If you don't see me I'm doing a hundred on this shit extracting it |
If they ask "who?", you're seeing it |
The realness, I lose myself in you like a good weekend |
I still don't see what they call impossible |
A simple wink from the silver boy |
I serve the freestyle to the plate only in free time |
I get away with a dribble |
I wear the same rags but now I record triple |
I stand out at gossip, I lost touch in steady dreams |
Fuck if they thought I was leaving |
I train under silence, I think that this is possible |
I carry my light in case it gets dark |
I do not change sides, I am blessed |
There is no bardic time and no bullshit |
It is so much love that I carry |
That I even bring for the one who is unworthy, yes Mr |
The magic of the “Niño Spray” intact |
Suge Knight cut rats, tryna eat your punchline |
So I catch, catch, whoever makes peace with |
That when silver appears, jaws stand out |
Who's back? |
'Tamo' in ours, jousting |
Precise plays, under absolute confidence |
We are sought as a failure under a magnifying glass |
And they end up with the first option, which is to move the neck |
Who's back? |
'Tamo' in ours, jousting |
Precise plays, under absolute confidence |
We are sought as a failure under a magnifying glass |
And they end up with the first option, which is to move the neck |
They can't find me in the sale gondola |
My lyrics are like the neighborhood: to see them you have to go around |
I write to the shot as a reckoning |
And if I keep taking data, I know that I'm going to kill the debts |
So come on, claim victory while you've got it |
And the necessary strength so that the jenga does not fall |
Hey you, check that, as far as I'm concerned |
That team lacks information and at that rate a part of keys |
I read the stars in the cracks of my fingertips |
Free men do not exhibit chains |
Been below zero, under a new visor |
And a look so cold that even fear freezes |
I cross myself under blind faith |
And I give my 'hand' to everything comes |
As a result, siren flashes |
They seek to follow the trail, measure the 'step' of this skull |
Who's back? |
'Tamo' in ours, jousting |
Precise plays, under absolute confidence |
We are sought as a failure under a magnifying glass |
And they end up with the first option, which is to move the neck |
Who's back? |
'Tamo' in ours, jousting |
Precise plays, under absolute confidence |
We are sought as a failure under a magnifying glass |
And they end up with the first option, which is to move the neck |