Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Esto Es Real, artist - Baby Rasta Y Gringo. Album song Sentenciados: Platinum Edition, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 13.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: New
Song language: Spanish
Esto Es Real(original) |
Sonic! |
(Sonic!) |
Tazmania! |
(Buddha's Family!) |
(Vivetelo!) |
(Wooooh!) |
Vivete esto! |
Illegal Life Records! |
(Yeah! |
(Vivete esto, pai!) |
Esto es real! |
(Buddha's Family!) |
(Yeah, yeah!) |
(Gastam!) |
Saca tu pistola, y utilizala contra mi, infeliz |
Tu y tu corillo me van a sentir |
Yo soy asi, y esta es mi manera de vivir |
En el baul de un auto vas a morir |
Con la boca llena de moscas en las noticias vas a salir |
Ven por mi, tu no sabes lo que es sufrir |
Y ver caer a tus amigos guerriando por ti |
Morir, ver a sus familias llorar sin fin |
Prometiendole a sus madres que esto no se queda asi |
Y salir a la calle como loco con dos Perco', y 3 Pali’s |
Estoy aca, activao' pa' ti |
Esperando que te lambas pa' meterte a ti |
Y ven por mi, el de la forty |
Pal carajo to’s |
To’s ustedes conmigo se pueden morir |
Tengo guerra doble con la guardia, y con mis enemigos |
El error es que han tirao' y me han dejao' vivo |
No me han dao' ni un tiro y ya estan pompiao' |
To' estos caripelao’s, si los mios los pillan los dejan pegao' |
No quiero lloraera, ahora soporten mi guillaera |
Cuando saque pa' fuera un AK Full negra |
Y les meta, pa' que sepan que al Gastam se respeta |
Dile a tu gente que no se metan, o |
Mis sicarios van a darte la combi completa |
Van a matarte con AK, con rifles, o con escopetas |
Ustedes a mi no me meten las fecas |
Yo soy el Gastam del area sur de Ponce, pueta! |
Yo soy asi |
No cambiare mi forma de ser |
Pudranse, yo vivir y morir |
(Cuando Dios diga…) |
Yo soy asi |
No cambiare mi forma de ser |
Pudranse, yo vivir y morir |
(Cuando Dios diga…) |
La calle esta mala, y lo que me controla es la marijuana |
Ando con 2 pistolas, con los bolcillos llenos de balas |
Hay guerra en to’s lao’s, por eso es que ando escamao' |
En la Vitara negra, y los cristales tintiao’s |
Aunque ya tengo a mis enemigos setiao’s |
Los sicarios activao’s, esta todo controlao' |
Pero hay que tener cuidao' |
Porque yo estoy en la mia parao' |
Con los de Catao y Bayamon repartiendo el bacalao' |
Oyeme, Baby Rasta, tu estas activao'? |
(Claro que si, Gastam, y hasta Gringo esta activao'!) |
Como suenan las pistolas |
Y ven caer sus cuerpos en camara lenta |
De esta nadie inventa, la muerte es fea |
Hablenme claro, y sean sinceros |
Esta cabron ver a tus matones disturbao’s por el miedo |
Que feas se ponen las cosas cuando los mios los esten siguiendo |
En su propio caserio, huyendole a los mios, sintiendo escalofrios |
Que te vacien un peine en la cara frente a tus panas |
Y tus vecinos te cierren la ventana |
Y ahora nadie sale en tu defensa |
Tratastes de esconderte, y te cerraron la puerta |
Y de esta nadie te salva |
Tus propias amistades te dieron la espalda |
Cintas amarillas rodiados de guardias |
A este lambebicho lo velan con la caja cellada |
Yo me quede con las ganas |
De darte unos pocos mas con la .40mm de Baby Rasta |
Con este nadie relaja |
Y al que se ponga bruto se muere en la raya |
Yo soy asi |
No cambiare mi forma de ser |
Pudranse, yo vivir y morir |
(Cuando Dios diga…) |
Yo soy asi |
No cambiare mi forma de ser |
Pudranse, yo vivir y morir |
(Cuando Dios diga…) |
(translation) |
Sonic! |
(sonic!) |
Tazmanian! |
(Buddha's Family!) |
(live it up!) |
(Wooooh!) |
Live this! |
Illegal Life Records! |
(Yeah! |
(Live this, pai!) |
This is real! |
(Buddha's Family!) |
(Yeah, yeah!) |
(Spend!) |
Take out your gun, and use it against me, unhappy |
You and your corillo are going to feel me |
I am like that, and this is my way of living |
In the trunk of a car you are going to die |
With a mouth full of flies on the news you're going out |
Come for me, you do not know what it is to suffer |
And see your friends fall fighting for you |
To die, to see their families cry endlessly |
Promising their mothers that it won't stay like this |
And go out like crazy with two Perco's, and 3 Pali's |
I'm here, activated for you |
Waiting for you to lamb to get into you |
And come for me, the one with the forty |
Pal hell to's |
All of you with me can die |
I have double war with the guard, and with my enemies |
The mistake is that they have shot and left me alive |
They haven't hit me even one shot and they're already pompiao' |
To' these caripelao's, if mine get caught they leave them stuck' |
I don't want to cry, now bear my guillaera |
When I take out an AK Full black |
And I goal them, so that they know that Gastam is respected |
Tell your people to stay out, or |
My assassins are going to give you the complete combi |
They will kill you with AK, with rifles, or with shotguns |
You don't give me fecas |
I'm the Gastam from the southern area of Ponce, bitch! |
I am so |
I will not change my way of being |
Rot, I live and die |
(When God says…) |
I am so |
I will not change my way of being |
Rot, I live and die |
(When God says…) |
The street is bad, and what controls me is marijuana |
I walk with 2 pistols, with my pockets full of bullets |
There is war in all Lao's, that's why I'm scared |
In the black Vitara, and the tinted windows |
Although I already have my enemies setiao's |
The hit men activated, everything is controlled |
But you have to be careful |
Because I'm in mine stop' |
With those from Catao and Bayamon distributing the cod' |
Hey me, Baby Rasta, are you active? |
(Of course, Gastam, and even Gringo is active!) |
How do guns sound? |
And watch their bodies fall in slow motion |
No one invents this, death is ugly |
Speak to me clearly, and be honest |
This bastard to see your thugs disturbed by fear |
How ugly things get when mine are following them |
In his own village, fleeing from mine, feeling chills |
Having a comb emptied in your face in front of your panas |
And your neighbors close the window |
And now no one comes to your defense |
You tried to hide, and they closed the door on you |
And nobody saves you from this |
Your own friends turned their backs on you |
Rhodium-plated yellow ribbons of guards |
They watch over this lambebicho with the cellada box |
I stay with the desire |
To give you a few more with Baby Rasta's .40mm |
With this nobody relaxes |
And whoever gets rough dies on the line |
I am so |
I will not change my way of being |
Rot, I live and die |
(When God says…) |
I am so |
I will not change my way of being |
Rot, I live and die |
(When God says…) |