Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rucón, artist - Aleman. Date of issue: 15.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Rucón(original) |
| Traigo a la clika bien prendida en la Toyota |
| Todos andamos pelones y siempre fumando mota |
| Ahora pues, ándale, no te me pases de idiota |
| Ahora pues, ándale, llámale a tu flota |
| Hay puros carnales que te tumban el cantón |
| Yo no fui, no sé quién ande, qué rapapón |
| Un chingo como tú que se tira' de felón |
| Esto es 100% México, nomas wacha el rucón |
| Con cadena diamantada que hace juego con su esclava |
| Siempre carga la alabada al millón el rucón |
| Su gente ahí estaba, todos lanzan la tejana |
| Fumando la marihuana, pura kush en su joint |
| No quedan ni bachas, de oro repleta la cacha |
| Con las más bellas muchachas, al ruco siempre lo wachan |
| Y saca las caguamas y jala a la banda |
| Con juegos no se anda, ya saben aquí quién manda, porque… |
| Traemos a la clika bien prendida en la Toyota |
| Todos andamos pelones y siempre fumando mota |
| Ahora pues, ándale, no te me pases de idiota |
| Ahora pues, ándale, llámale a tu flota |
| Hay puros carnales que te tumban el cantón |
| Yo no fui, no sé quién ande, qué rapapón |
| Un chingo como tú que se tira' de felón |
| Esto es 100% México, nomas wacha el rucón |
| La fiesta no se acaba, se escuchan armas cortadas |
| Y algunas son detonadas a la voz del rucón |
| La banda no para, bolsitas de las más caras |
| Bien entumida la cara, nunca llega el malillón |
| El ruco es de familia y mafia como en Sicilia |
| Versace siempre se mira, los haters llenos de envidia |
| No cree en eso de la biblia con botas y cocaína |
| Me gusta andar por la sierra, que si entre los matorrales |
| Ya aprendí a sacar las cuentas nomas con tantos costales |
| Me gusta burlar las redes que tienen los federales |
| No queda ni bachas, de oro repleta la cancha |
| Con las más bellas muchachas, al ruco siempre lo wachan |
| Y saca las caguamas y jala, a la banda con juegos |
| No se anda, ya saben aquí quién manda |
| No quedan ni bachas, de oro repleta la cacha |
| Con las más bellas muchachas, al ruco siempre lo wachan |
| Y saca las caguamas y jala a la banda |
| Con juegos no se anda, ya saben aquí quién manda, porque… |
| Traemos a la clika bien prendida en la Toyota |
| Todos andamos pelones y siempre fumando mota |
| Ahora pues, ándale, no te me pases de idiota |
| Ahora pues, ándale, llámale a tu flota |
| Hay puros carnales que te tumban el cantón |
| Yo no fui, no sé quién ande, qué rapapón |
| Un chingo como tú que se tira' de felón |
| Esto es 100% México, nomas wacha el rucón |
| (translation) |
| I bring the clika well lit in the Toyota |
| We are all bald and always smoking weed |
| Now then, come on, don't be an idiot |
| Now then, come on, call your fleet |
| There are carnal cigars that knock your canton down |
| I didn't go, I don't know who's around, what a kid |
| A shit like you who throws himself out of felon |
| This is 100% Mexico, just wacha el rucón |
| With diamond chain that matches her slave |
| The rucón always carries the praise to the million |
| His people were there, they all throw the jeans |
| Smoking the marijuana, pure kush in her joint |
| There are not even potholes left, the cache is full of gold |
| With the most beautiful girls, they always watch the ruco |
| And he takes out the loggerheads and pulls the band |
| You don't walk with games, you already know who's in charge here, because... |
| We bring the clika well lit in the Toyota |
| We are all bald and always smoking weed |
| Now then, come on, don't be an idiot |
| Now then, come on, call your fleet |
| There are carnal cigars that knock your canton down |
| I didn't go, I don't know who's around, what a kid |
| A shit like you who throws himself out of felon |
| This is 100% Mexico, just wacha el rucón |
| The party is not over, cut weapons are heard |
| And some are detonated at the voice of the rucon |
| The band does not stop, bags of the most expensive |
| The face is well numb, the malillon never arrives |
| The ruco is from family and mafia as in Sicily |
| Versace always looks at himself, the haters full of envy |
| Don't believe in that bible with boots and cocaine |
| I like to walk through the mountains, what if among the bushes |
| I already learned to get the accounts just with so many sacks |
| I like to circumvent the networks that the feds have |
| There are not even potholes left, the court is filled with gold |
| With the most beautiful girls, they always watch the ruco |
| And take out the loggerheads and pull, to the band with games |
| Don't go, they already know who's in charge here |
| There are not even potholes left, the cache is full of gold |
| With the most beautiful girls, they always watch the ruco |
| And take out the loggerheads and pull the band |
| You don't walk with games, you already know who's in charge here, because... |
| We bring the clika well lit in the Toyota |
| We are all bald and always smoking weed |
| Now then, come on, don't be an idiot |
| Now then, come on, call your fleet |
| There are carnal cigars that knock your canton down |
| I didn't go, I don't know who's around, what a kid |
| A shit like you who throws himself out of felon |
| This is 100% Mexico, just wacha el rucón |