Lyrics of Flores - Chucky73

Flores (original)

Chucky
El de la voz que pone tu cuero mojá
Freire on the beat
Ey, yo no quiero flore' en el día de mi muerte
Yo 'toy en la calle, to' se corre con suerte
Ello' dicen que te aman pero en la mala quieren verte
Siempre ando con lo' mío', Dio' que reparta suerte
Si yo quiero buscarme, buscarme
A la mala quiero echarme
A lo' haters que no llamen
'Tan harto 'e difamarme, -famarme
Pero no les sale tienen que sportarme
Ey, há
Y yo me la busco tranquilo (uh)
Tienen to' que darme hilo
Ello' hablan mierda a mi espalda pero de frento son mi' pupilo'
Yo no confío en amigo'
Y meno' en esto' fulano'
En la' buena' ello' 'tan contigo pero en la mala se vuelven gusano
Pero yo sigo aquí, puesto pa' lo mío nunca para ti
Fue mucha' la' noche' que me deprimí
Ahora el se puso pa' mi
Ello' no creyeron y no están aquí
Sintieron la para encima de un beat
Hago lo que quiera desde que nací
Ahora estamo' ballin' flow Miami Heat
Si yo quiero buscarme, buscarme
A la mala quiero echarme
A lo' haters que no llamen
'Tan harto 'e difamarme, -famarme
Pero no les sale tienen que sportarme
Y yo quiero buscarme, buscarme
A la mala quiero echarme
A lo' haters que no llamen
'Tan harto 'e difamarme, -famarme
Pero no les sale tienen que sportarme
Ey, há
Ahora no salgo del banco
Tengo un contable que pregunta cuánto
Son pal' de mile' cuando canto
Si no e' feria entonce' no te me planto
No me pregunte' si me busco porque sin mentirte me’echado uno' cuanto'
Un flow caro
Vi tu' bolsillo' y tu cuenta está en llanto, há
Mírame bien, yo tengo la' paca', billete' de cien
Me sobran de má' y mujere' también
La' tengo loca' me tiran al DM
Pero no le hago caso, no
Buscan beneficio y lo mío yo lo hago hacia el paso, wow
Vengo de la calle y a cuero' yo no le hago caso, no
Jeje, Chucky
Yo no le hago caso, no (el de la voz que pone tu cuero)
Ey, yo no quiero flore' en el día de mi muerte
Yo 'toy en la calle, to' se corre con suerte
Ello' dicen que te aman pero en la mala quieren verte
Siempre ando con lo' mío', Dio' que reparta suerte

(translation)

chucky
The one with the voice that puts your wet leather
Freire on the beat
Hey, I don't want to flower on the day of my death
I 'play in the street, everyone' runs with luck
They' say they love you but in the bad they want to see you
I always go with what' mine ', God' that distributes luck
If I want to look for myself, look for me
I want to throw myself out
To the haters who don't call
'So fed up 'and defame me, -fame me
But it doesn't work out for them, they have to support me
Hey ha
And I look for it calmly (uh)
They have to' give me thread
They' talk shit behind my back but up front they are my' pupil'
I don't trust a friend
And less 'in this' so-and-so'
In the 'good' it' 'so with you but in the bad they become worm
But I'm still here, put for what's mine, never for you
It was a lot of' the' night' that I got depressed
Now he got pa 'me
They did not believe and they are not here
They felt the stop on top of a beat
I do what I want since I was born
Now we're ballin' flow Miami Heat
If I want to look for myself, look for me
I want to throw myself out
To the haters who don't call
'So fed up 'and defame me, -fame me
But it doesn't work out for them, they have to support me
And I want to look for myself, look for myself
I want to throw myself out
To the haters who don't call
'So fed up 'and defame me, -fame me
But it doesn't work out for them, they have to support me
Hey ha
Now I don't leave the bank
I have an accountant who asks how much
They are pal' de mile' when I sing
If it's not fair then I won't plant you
Don't ask me 'if I'm looking for myself because without lying to you, you gave me one' how much'
An expensive flow
I saw your 'pocket' and your account is in tears, ha
Take a good look at me, I have the 'paca', one-hundred-dollar bill
I have plenty of more 'and women' too
The' I have crazy' they throw me to the DM
But I don't listen to him, no
They seek profit and I do mine towards the pass, wow
I come from the street and I don't pay attention to him, no
Hehe Chucky
I don't pay attention to him, no (the one with the voice that puts your leather)
Hey, I don't want to flower on the day of my death
I 'play in the street, everyone' runs with luck
They' say they love you but in the bad they want to see you
I always go with what' mine ', God' that distributes luck