Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amor de Calle, artist - Anuel Aa.
Date of issue: 05.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Amor de Calle(original) |
Tú eres la baby |
Que nunca pude olvidarme de esas nalgas rebotando |
Y tú viniéndote y gritando |
Tú tienes el cuerpo como un Mercedes, oah (Anuel) |
Yo sólo quiero guiarte otra vez (Let's do this) |
Mi reina déjame entrar en tu castillo |
Tu hombre dice es millo pero tiene empty el bolsillo |
De Cali es mi marihuana |
Pero mi cadena es cubana |
No Romeo, ni Julieta, Elvira y Tony Montana, baby |
Y si él te falta el respeto dile que mi Glock tiene chipete |
Que esto es hasta la muerte, baby |
Tus nalgas retumban como un fulete |
Vo’a ponerte este peine, tu gritas como mi .40, baby |
Enrolamo' y fumamo', amamo', no sufrimo' |
Sin miedo a morir, nosotros pa' morir nacimo', baby |
Tiene ojos azules como el navy |
A veces pongo mi corta en su cartera Givenchy |
Ella es una diablita, corre motora y banshee |
Fornicamos y se viene, está gritando «papi» |
Doble A en mi cadena, Maybach millonari' |
Su pai está muerto pero ella me llama «daddy» |
El que toque a la nena, el chipote va a tumbarle la melena |
No se asusta cuando los tiros suenan |
No le gustan los bichotes pero ella ama a un soldado |
Ella ve el dolor en to' mi brazo tatuado |
Ella está cansada, de que tú la dejes durmiendo sola |
Y me tira pa' que le guaye la cola |
Las Perco y las pistolas, cabrón, no hay chaleco pa' la chola |
Las balas me dicen que tú no tienes pecho e' tola |
Baby, yo vivo guerra como en Roma |
Pero tú te mojas cuando te tengo en cuatro gomas |
Los agentes brincaron en la Sequoia |
Yo vivo guerreando y chingando como Aquiles en Troya |
Mi reina déjame entrar en tu castillo |
Tu hombre dice es millo pero tiene empty el bolsillo |
De Cali es mi marihuana |
Pero mi cadena es cubana |
No Romeo, ni Julieta, Elvira y Tony Montana, baby |
Y si él te falta el respeto dile que mi Glock tiene chipete |
Que esto es hasta la muerte, baby |
Tus nalgas retumban como un fulete |
Vo’a ponerte este peine, tu gritas como mi .40, baby |
Lo nuestro fue amor de calle, yo Pablo y tu Griselda |
Yo sé que todavía tú recuerdas |
To' lo que te enseñe no dejes que muera que no se pierda |
Tú estás loca con que el Pitbull te muerda |
Él no te satisface en lo precario |
Ronca de que tiene combo, de que es millonario |
No le creas el cuento que es sicario |
Nosotros somos los que comandamos en el barrio |
Y si algún día se pone bruto contigo tírame que yo le meto |
Si te falta el respeto, rápido lo aquieto |
Tú siempre vas a ser pa' mi como ese amor secreto |
Un reto que se quedó incompleto |
Mi reina déjame entrar en tu castillo |
Tu hombre dice es millo pero tiene empty el bolsillo |
De Cali es mi marihuana |
Pero mi cadena es cubana |
No Romeo, ni Julieta, Elvira y Tony Montana, baby |
Y si él te falta el respeto dile que mi Glock tiene chipete |
Que esto es hasta la muerte, baby |
Tus nalgas retumban como un fulete |
Vo’a ponerte este peine, tu gritas como mi .40, baby |
(translation) |
you are the baby |
That I could never forget about those bouncing buttocks |
And you coming and screaming |
You have a body like a Mercedes, oah (Anuel) |
I just want to guide you again (Let's do this) |
My queen let me enter your castle |
Your man says he's a million but he has an empty pocket |
From Cali is my marijuana |
But my chain is Cuban |
Not Romeo, or Juliet, Elvira and Tony Montana, baby |
And if he disrespects you, tell him that my Glock has a chip |
That this is to the death, baby |
Your buttocks rumble like a fulete |
I'm going to put this comb on you, you scream like my .40, baby |
We enroll' and we smoke', we love', we don't suffer' |
Without fear of dying, we were born to die, baby |
He has blue eyes like navy |
Sometimes I put my short in his Givenchy bag |
She is a little devil, she runs motorbike and banshee |
We fornicate and she cums, she's yelling "daddy" |
Double A in my chain, Maybach millionaire' |
Her pai is dead but she calls me "daddy" |
Whoever touches the girl, the chipote is going to knock her hair down |
She doesn't get scared when the shots ring out |
She doesn't like bichotes but she loves a soldier |
She sees the pain in all my tattooed arm |
She is tired of you leaving her sleeping alone |
And she throws me to 'keep her tail cool |
The Perco and the pistols, bastard, there is no vest for the chola |
The bullets tell me that you don't have chest and 'tola |
Baby, I live war like in Rome |
But you get wet when I have you in four rubber bands |
Agents jumped on the Sequoia |
I live fighting and fucking like Achilles in Troy |
My queen let me enter your castle |
Your man says he's a million but he has an empty pocket |
From Cali is my marijuana |
But my chain is Cuban |
Not Romeo, or Juliet, Elvira and Tony Montana, baby |
And if he disrespects you, tell him that my Glock has a chip |
That this is to the death, baby |
Your buttocks rumble like a fulete |
I'm going to put this comb on you, you scream like my .40, baby |
Ours was street love, I Pablo and your Griselda |
I know that you still remember |
Everything that I teach you, don't let it die, don't lose it |
You are crazy that the Pitbull bites you |
He does not satisfy you in the precarious |
Snore that he has a combo, that he is a millionaire |
Do not believe the story that he is a hit man |
We are the ones who command in the neighborhood |
And if one day he gets rough with you, shoot me and I'll put him |
If you disrespect, I'll quickly put it down |
You will always be for me like that secret love |
A challenge that was left incomplete |
My queen let me enter your castle |
Your man says he's a million but he has an empty pocket |
From Cali is my marijuana |
But my chain is Cuban |
Not Romeo, or Juliet, Elvira and Tony Montana, baby |
And if he disrespects you, tell him that my Glock has a chip |
That this is to the death, baby |
Your buttocks rumble like a fulete |
I'm going to put this comb on you, you scream like my .40, baby |