Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Humo en la Trampa 2, artist - Aleman. Date of issue: 25.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Humo en la Trampa 2(original) |
| Échelo, loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco (Loco) |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| A ver, ¿qué están fumando? |
| Échelo, loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco (Loco) |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| A ver, ¿qué están fumando? |
| Todo el día con el vaporizador (Oh, damn) |
| Trepado en un platillo volador (Oh, damn) |
| Seguro hay otros vergas, pero ninguno mejor (Ah-ah) |
| Llevo décadas mandando, mija, soy un dictador (Uh) |
| Suck my dick con amor, bitch (Bitch), siente mi sabor, bitch (Bitch) |
| No me llamo Ricardo (Ah-ah), pero me estoy haciendo rich |
| Pff, más a gusto que Dios guarde (Yeh-eh) |
| Quemando un par de blunts con mis compadres |
| De viaje, sin equipaje (What?) |
| El que contempla se convierte en el paisaje (Ajá) |
| Camino por el parque, gettin' down |
| Platicando con mi perro como Charlie Brown |
| Préndete la yesca, que empiece la fiesta |
| Pónchate otro gallo, aquí nadie se molesta |
| Bienvenido al chante, sé que apesta a hierba |
| Mota premium fresca, mi gente está contenta |
| Ya, puro verde radioactivo de ese que hasta te marea |
| Si en esta eres principiante, te aseguro, te noquea |
| Puro gallo, fino, caro, y ninguno es de pelea |
| Vas, las tres, no lo ensalives y rolando a la derecha |
| Adentro de ese frasco está la nueva cosecha |
| Se me apagó la bacha, necesito la mecha |
| Guáchame volando por el aire como flecha |
| Subo como el humo dentro de tu cabeza |
| Échelo, loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco (Loco) |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| A ver, ¿qué están fumando? |
| Échelo, loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco (Loco) |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| A ver, ¿qué están fumando? |
| Ey, esta tranquilidad, qué bien combina con rap |
| Y un cafecito para acompañar (A gusto) |
| Esta motita es la mejor de la ciudad |
| En Armada y Holy Cream, pura flor de calidad |
| Porque nadie fuma como estos locos (Nah) |
| Tu porro no toco porque tiene coco |
| El mío trae choco, así me coloco |
| Tu mente la exploto y me rolo otro |
| Lo fumo en corto, lleno de humo el cuarto (Jaja) |
| En las nubes siempre me tardo (Siempre) |
| Al dealer siempre le marco |
| Por que ahora sólo fumo, ya no la reparto |
| (¡Yoga!) Desde Nueva York, me mandan las Pink and Runtz |
| Enrolo un blunt, pásalo, mami, que es hit and run |
| Machín, de tos, tú tranqui', resiste dos |
| Si no sale el humo le pongo un refill al bong, yo |
| Tú no tienes que hacer nada, ya está pagada |
| En la charola separada, ya está grindeada |
| Ahí tengo canas de las doradas |
| Y dos-tres vainas pre-roladas de las más raras |
| Saqué la máscara de gas sólo pa' calarla |
| No me preguntes de cuál es, me olvidé del alias |
| Tranquila, mama, tú dale calma |
| Que acabaremos en mi cama fumando la Mary mala |
| OG, mami, no me gustan los brownie' |
| Traje uno como Bob Marley |
| Corriendo de la poli, me atrapan, lo arreglamos con money |
| Quemando en un carrito bien oldie, lo prendo en la office |
| Que se jodan los cochis, sigo quemando con los homies |
| Andamos bien zombie', como Snoop Doggy-Doggy |
| Me forjo, me prendo otro Johnny, ey |
| Fuma, Humo en la Trampa Volumen 2, chula |
| Relájate, deja que el humo suba |
| Y llámale otra vez, porque aquí no nos dura |
| Y siéntate a mi lado, ponte las de cultura, yeah |
| Échelo, loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco (Loco) |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| A ver, ¿qué están fumando? |
| Échelo, loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco (Loco) |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-loco |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| A ver, ¿qué están fumando? |
| (translation) |
| throw it out, crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy (Crazy) |
| lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| Let's see, what are you smoking? |
| throw it out, crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy (Crazy) |
| lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| Let's see, what are you smoking? |
| All day with the vaporizer (Oh, damn) |
| Climbed on a flying saucer (Oh, damn) |
| Sure there are other cocks, but none better (Ah-ah) |
| I've been ruling for decades, mija, I'm a dictator (Uh) |
| Suck my dick with love, bitch (Bitch), feel my taste, bitch (Bitch) |
| My name is not Ricardo (Ah-ah), but I'm getting rich |
| Pff, more comfortable may God keep (Yeh-eh) |
| Burning a couple of blunts with my compadres |
| On a trip, without luggage (What?) |
| The one who contemplates becomes the landscape (Aha) |
| I walk through the park, gettin' down |
| Talking to my dog like Charlie Brown |
| Turn on the tinder, let the party begin |
| Strike another rooster, nobody bothers here |
| Welcome to the chante, I know it stinks of weed |
| Fresh premium weed, my people are happy |
| Now, pure radioactive green of the kind that even makes you dizzy |
| If you are a beginner in this, I assure you, it will knock you out |
| Pure rooster, fine, expensive, and none is for fighting |
| You go, all three, don't salivate it and roll to the right |
| Inside that jar is the new harvest |
| My sink went out, I need the fuse |
| Guachame flying through the air like an arrow |
| I go up like smoke inside your head |
| throw it out, crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy (Crazy) |
| lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| Let's see, what are you smoking? |
| throw it out, crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy (Crazy) |
| lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| Let's see, what are you smoking? |
| Hey, this tranquility, how well it combines with rap |
| And a little coffee to accompany (A comfortable) |
| This speck is the best in town |
| In Armada and Holy Cream, pure quality flower |
| Because nobody smokes like these crazy people (Nah) |
| I don't touch your joint because he has coconut |
| Mine has choco, that's how I get high |
| Your mind exploited it and I rolled it another |
| I smoke it in short, full of smoke the room (Haha) |
| In the clouds I always take time (Always) |
| I always mark the dealer |
| Because now I only smoke, I no longer distribute it |
| (Yoga!) From New York, they send me the Pink and Runtz |
| I roll a blunt, pass it on, mommy, it's hit and run |
| Machín, cough, you calm down, resist two |
| If the smoke doesn't come out, I put a refill on the bong, I |
| You don't have to do anything, it's already paid |
| In the separate tray, it's already grinded |
| There I have golden hair |
| And two-three pre-rolled pods of the rarest |
| I took out the gas mask just to fit it in |
| Don't ask me what it is, I forgot the alias |
| Calm down, mom, you calm down |
| That we will end up in my bed smoking the bad Mary |
| OG, mommy, I don't like brownies' |
| I brought one like Bob Marley |
| Running from the cops, they catch me, we fix it with money |
| Burning in a good oldie car, I turn it on in the office |
| Fuck the cochis, I keep burning with the homies |
| We're doing well zombie', like Snoop Doggy-Doggy |
| I forge myself, I turn on another Johnny, hey |
| Smoke, Smoke in the Trap Volume 2, cool |
| Relax, let the smoke rise |
| And call him again, because here it doesn't last |
| And sit next to me, put on the cultural ones, yeah |
| throw it out, crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy (Crazy) |
| lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| Let's see, what are you smoking? |
| throw it out, crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy (Crazy) |
| lo-lo-lo-lo-crazy |
| Lo-lo-lo-lo— |
| Let's see, what are you smoking? |