
Date of issue: 25.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
How We Do(original) |
Letra de «How We Do» |
Yes, Yes! |
So fresh, God bless |
Se las da la trilla como grillas de la 3−3 |
Boom, Boom! |
mi estilo lo miran con zoom |
Descarados como el rostro de MF Doom |
Soy el haragán que gana de mala gana |
En la cama el que le hala las canas a las catanas |
Le apago el switche a las bitches. |
En tu cocina |
Mi rap se come crudo, ceviche de corvina |
No soy calle, soy perro de taller |
En instrumentales no fallo y tallo mis rayes |
En el Valle donde vive más el que menos sabe |
Y se calle pa que no lo tallen |
En efectivo como le gusta a las prepas |
Pa evitarnos la migraña, sacándole el moño a las pepas |
Rap’s que no engañan, son pura cepa |
Iluminados y cogidos por la luz como Carepa, nigu! |
Yo'! |
su flow imaginario |
No sabés de los orígenes ni de donde soy originario |
Estoy vaciando mi tracto urinario |
Yo soy el uno en este código binario |
Conciertos para delinquir como Noguera |
No pueden hidratarse si se pisan la manguera |
Interpretan lo que quieren, hablan mierda en su madriguera |
Pero cuando salen se disculpan, dicen que así no era |
Ya no soy niño, no soy el futuro |
Soy el presente y no creo en Jah, creo en el ya, y en ese jazz |
La vida es adyacente a la muerte |
El rap es esa historia que no quieres que te cuenten, si no te la pierdes |
Cada quien que compre su papel para limpiar su propia mierda |
Rimas juntas pero no revueltas |
Flow`s que no se encuentran a la vuelta de la esquina |
No me contés si no te dan las cuentas |
Vivo en la cara B, el que me quiere ver la cara ve |
Y no le gusta lo que mira |
Mi jarabe sabe a ira, quiero una gira mundial |
Normal es que salgan con raras |
Soy callado, pero no ponga a prueba mis güevas |
Devastado, si el último que se va es Sebastián |
La sonora matancera o la severa matacera |
Soy la banda sonora del man por quien cambia de acera |
Uh, Aw! |
No pierdo la racha |
No es la primera vez que escucho «nunca lo había hecho» |
Me parió la tierra de los sicarios, de cuchos ebrios diario |
Al son de los relicarios, ¿irónico? |
Si la paso mal es por querer hacer bien |
Si la paso bien es por mis malos hábitos |
Te explico: no aprendí de danzas, aprendí de tranzar |
Y de finanzas cuando se acabó el licor |
Good bye |
Ya ni tiempo pa las ladies |
Me voy a partir el lomo para ver crecer mi baby |
Soy un extraterrestre como Quasi |
Del planeta donde los bandidos andan en taxis y |
Temas con sabor a blunt, de Envigado al Bronx |
Peligrosos como el stunt |
Lobos de Wall Street en Dubai de tour |
Marcamos por donde vamos como Kome en el tattoo |
Sin tarros son mis cartas |
No hay horóscopo que diga cuantas letras salen |
Esta semana no hay brujería que valga |
Somos la religión a la que le rezan las diablas |
Letras que salen en bóxer |
Mi bebé viaja en barriga, lo apadrinan mis niggas |
Hijo de tigre sale pintado |
No se extrañen que a los 8 ya tenga un álbum grabado, y diga |
This is how we do, This is how we do |
This is how we do, This is how we do |
This is how we do, This is how we do |
This is how we do, This is how we do |
Vic Deal in the house baby |
MBZ in the house baby |
Crudo Means Raw in the house baby |
¡Todo el mundo in the house baby! |
(translation) |
"How We Do" lyrics |
Yes Yes! |
So fresh, God bless |
They are given by the threshing as grids of the 3−3 |
Boom, Boom! |
my style they look at it with zoom |
Sassy like the face of MF Doom |
I'm the lazy who earns reluctantly |
In the bed the one who pulls the gray hair to the katanas |
I turn off the switch to the bitches. |
in your kitchen |
My rap is eaten raw, sea bass ceviche |
I'm not street, I'm a shop dog |
In instrumentals I do not fail and I carve my rays |
In the Valley where the one who knows the least lives the most |
And shut up so they don't carve it |
Cash the way high schools like it |
To avoid a migraine, taking the bow out of the seeds |
Rap's that do not cheat, they are pure strain |
Illuminated and caught by the light like Carepa, nigu! |
I'! |
your imaginary flow |
You don't know about the origins or where I come from |
I am emptying my urinary tract |
I am the one in this binary code |
Concerts to commit crimes as Noguera |
They cannot hydrate themselves if they step on the hose |
They interpret what they want, they talk shit in their den |
But when they leave they apologize, they say it wasn't like that |
I am no longer a child, I am not the future |
I am the present and I don't believe in Jah, I believe in ya, and in that jazz |
Life is adjacent to death |
Rap is that story that you don't want to be told, if you don't miss it |
Everyone who buys their paper from him to clean their own shit |
Rhymes together but not scrambled |
Flow`s that are not found around the corner |
Don't tell me if they don't give you the accounts |
I live on the B side, whoever wants to see my face sees |
And he doesn't like what he looks at |
My syrup tastes like anger, I want a world tour |
Normal is that they go out with rare |
I'm quiet, but don't put my balls to the test |
Devastated, if the last one to leave is Sebastián |
The sonora matanzara or the severe matanzara |
I am the soundtrack of the man for whom he changes the sidewalk |
oh oh! |
I don't lose the streak |
It's not the first time I've heard "he had never done it" |
The land of hitmen gave birth to me, of drunken cuchos daily |
To the sound of lockets, ironic? |
If I have a bad time it is because I want to do well |
If I have a good time it's because of my bad habits |
I'll explain: I didn't learn about dance, I learned about tranzar |
And finances when the liquor ran out |
good bye |
Not even time for the ladies |
I'm going to break my back to see my baby grow |
I'm an alien like Quasi |
From the planet where bandits ride taxis and |
Themes with a blunt flavor, from Envigado to the Bronx |
Dangerous as stunt |
Wolves of Wall Street in Dubai on tour |
We mark where we go like Kome in the tattoo |
Without jars are my letters |
There is no horoscope that says how many letters come out |
This week there is no witchcraft worth |
We are the religion to which the devils pray |
Letters that come out in boxers |
My baby travels in a belly, my niggas sponsor it |
Son of a tiger comes out painted |
Don't be surprised that at 8 you already have an album recorded, and say |
This is how we do, This is how we do |
This is how we do, This is how we do |
This is how we do, This is how we do |
This is how we do, This is how we do |
Vic Deal in the house baby |
MBZ in the house baby |
Crudo Means Raw in the house baby |
Everyone in the house baby! |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Aurora ft. Crudo Means Raw | 2019 |
Fumar y Ron ft. Rap Bang Club | 2019 |