Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Terbasmin, artist - CráneoAlbum song Dalsy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guayaba
Song language: Spanish
Terbasmin(original) |
| Venga, chavales, voy a- |
| ¡Fua! |
| Oh sí, sigo así |
| El mismo peinao' desde que era un kid |
| Symbicort, Terbasmin |
| Coger aire y subir, fly chill |
| Oh sí, sigo así (¡Se!) |
| El pelo lia’o desde que era un kid |
| Symbicort, Terbasmin |
| Respirando a kilómetros de mí |
| Ver en los charcos el cielo |
| Es lo único bueno de ir mirando el suelo |
| Pulmones feos, pero el corazón de oro |
| Si te has perdido no problemo, sube que te llevo |
| Sucio, esto os da en la frente |
| Ey, Meyer, ya ni nos renta que lo pillen |
| Bajo mis pies castillos hinchables |
| Me flipa no ser nadie y montármelo de puta madre (Se) |
| Están to quemaos por currar de sol a sol |
| Yo por ahora soy mi boss, you know (Wow) |
| Los llevo como en drift, cabrón |
| Salirse fuera es una forma de contro, damn son |
| Sueño que me invento un color |
| Pero van con prisa y no se paran a entenderlo |
| Estoy haciendo que hago eso, girándolo a cartón |
| Por el barrio con los ojos como señales de stop |
| (translation) |
| Come on, guys, I'm gonna- |
| Whoa! |
| oh yeah i keep it up |
| The same hairstyle 'since he was a kid |
| Symbicort, Terbasmin |
| Take a breath and go up, fly chill |
| Oh yeah, I keep it up (Yeah!) |
| The hair lia'o since he was a kid |
| Symbicort, Terbasmin |
| Breathing miles away from me |
| See the sky in the puddles |
| It's the only good thing about looking at the ground |
| Ugly lungs, but the heart of gold |
| If you got lost, no problem, come up and I'll take you |
| Dirty, this hits you in the forehead |
| Hey, Meyer, we don't even rent to get caught |
| Bouncy castles under my feet |
| It freaks me out not being anyone and making a fucking mess of it (Se) |
| They are all burned to work from sun to sun |
| For now I am my boss, you know (Wow) |
| I wear them like a drift, bastard |
| Getting out is a form of control, damn son |
| I dream that I invent a color |
| But they're in a hurry and they don't stop to understand |
| I'm doing that I do that, turning it to cardboard |
| Through the neighborhood with eyes like stop signs |