Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hacia Arriba, artist - Aleman. Date of issue: 30.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Hacia Arriba(original) |
| Ya volé, mira hacia arriba y me la pelé |
| Mejor escucha bien para que sepas como vergas fue |
| Perfeccioné todo mi juego y lo jugué |
| Ya me caí, me levanté |
| Claro fumé y después lo grabé |
| Porque aquí la cosa es tendida y sin rajarse |
| Y ustedes están tan rasgados que ni pueden verse |
| Hommie tuerce |
| En el rap puede formarse |
| Su mundo es mi pipa |
| Y como hachís van a acumularse |
| Solamente pa' fumarse |
| Nos subimos en este viaje |
| Y aseguro que van a quedarse |
| ¿Quiere forjarse? |
| Arre hommie, orale |
| Medicaste paro ¡jalate! |
| Ven y ponchate |
| Acuérdate primo cuatro tanques luego rolale |
| Que luego no toca nada cuando gritan ¡corránle! |
| Así es la vida por mi barrio mas o menos man |
| Entonces caile si quieres fumar… |
| I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun |
| I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun |
| I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| Ella es así, me despierta con un beso |
| Que va a sacarme de este maldito infierno |
| Así que forjate porque me muero |
| Ó acuéstate conmigo que estoy que toco el cielo |
| Aquí compramos con un 100 la gloria |
| Nada en la cartera, mucho pa' la memoria |
| Le digo a el que el tiempo no importa |
| Porque quitando el tiempo la vida es muy corta |
| Prendete, fúmale, vive, líberate |
| Traigo la esencia en mi palabra a flor de piel |
| Besos de cannabis, veneno con miel |
| Cabalgamos con el viento sin nada que perder; |
| En este mundo |
| En este mundo nauseabundo |
| Necesitamos mas compa rebasate el guarumo y |
| Desaparezco con el humo |
| Caminante de este cielo rojo voy sin miedo alguno |
| Ay María, María hazme volar |
| Tómame con tus alas que me quiero escapar |
| Y huír de aquí |
| Pintame de verde el mundo gris |
| Que yo sufro mi locura si mi locura es por ti, baby. |
| Yeah! |
| I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun |
| I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun |
| I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| We never run when the next game comes true |
| I just trying to get this message through to you |
| We came here and have a good time |
| We smoking and joking, and rapping versus the counter man |
| We big time dreamers in this life |
| Open up studio make sings all night |
| In Mexico the never ending strive |
| Strings of violin stops to all’em high |
| What the fuck you think we all came here to fuck |
| I like all these having niggas running for the dough |
| Stand tall, and wouldn’t fall, cause that’s the reputation |
| We pumping beats, we did it better across the nation |
| I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun |
| I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| I won’t run, I’m not afraid of your gun |
| I’m not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| We roll this shit |
| (translation) |
| I already flew, look up and I peeled it |
| Better listen well so you know how dick it was |
| I perfected my whole game and I played it |
| I already fell, I got up |
| Of course I smoked and then I recorded it |
| Because here the thing is stretched out and without cracking |
| And you guys are so torn you can't even see each other |
| homie twist |
| In rap can form |
| Your world is my pipe |
| And as hash they will accumulate |
| just to smoke |
| We got on this ride |
| And I assure you that they will stay |
| Do you want to forge? |
| Arre hommie, orale |
| You medicated stop, pull it! |
| come and strike out |
| Remember cousin four tanks then rolale |
| That then he doesn't touch anything when they yell run! |
| This is life in my neighborhood more or less man |
| Then hang out if you want to smoke... |
| I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun |
| I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun |
| I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| She is like that, she wakes me up with a kiss |
| That she's going to get me out of this fucking hell |
| So forjate because I'm dying |
| Or lie down with me that I am that I touch the sky |
| Here we buy with a 100 the glory |
| Nothing in the portfolio, a lot for memory |
| I tell him that time doesn't matter |
| Because taking away the time life is very short |
| Turn on, smoke it, live, free yourself |
| I bring the essence in my word to the surface |
| Cannabis kisses, poison with honey |
| We ride with the wind with nothing to lose; |
| In this world |
| In this nauseating world |
| We need more compa surpass the guarumo and |
| I disappear with the smoke |
| Walker of this red sky I go without any fear |
| Oh Maria, Maria make me fly |
| Take me with your wings that I want to escape |
| and run away from here |
| Paint me the gray world green |
| That I suffer my madness if my madness is for you, baby. |
| yeah! |
| I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun |
| I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun |
| I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| We never run when the next game comes true |
| I just trying to get this message through to you |
| We came here and have a good time |
| We smoking and joking, and rapping versus the counter man |
| We big time dreamers in this life |
| Open up studio make sings all night |
| In Mexico the never ending strive |
| Strings of violin stops to all'em high |
| What the fuck you think we all came here to fuck |
| I like all these having niggas running for the dough |
| Stand tall, and wouldn't fall, cause that's the reputation |
| We pumping beats, we did it better across the nation |
| I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun |
| I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| I won't run, I'm not afraid of your gun |
| I'm not the type of girl to walk around with the loaded gun |
| We roll this shit |