Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Calle Huele a Rifle, artist - De La Ghetto. Album song Geezy Boyz The Album, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 23.08.2013
Song language: Spanish
La Calle Huele a Rifle(original) |
Uuuh |
Fire in, in the Flight |
Sangre va a correr, balas quieren llover |
La gata la active |
Y saliste tu |
No juegues a esconder |
Ni dios te va a salvar |
Sangre llueve, ahogandonos sin piedad |
Muchos mueren, no llegan hasta al final |
Otros simplemente le rezan a dios |
Pero la muerte los traga vivos |
La sociedad me critica |
Por que soy un bad boy (yeah) |
Criado en la calle (yeah) |
Eh mala fucking que paso? |
(ok) |
Siempre ando ready |
Con el juguete encima (okey) |
Se que mucha gente en la calle me tienen envidia (let's go) |
Floja que tienen culo y lo que tienen farin |
No es para los que yo co (nozco), entran por la bahia |
Conexion que yo tengo chulo es directo |
Dicen que son duros, duros hasta el cemento |
A nadie dejan hablar, si no lo arreglo |
Muchos quieren frontear, toditos estan muertos |
Ahora la verdad, se queman en el infierno |
Esta es la isla de la muerte |
Te lo estoy diciendo! |
La calle huele a rifle, la calle huele a rifle! |
Aquí nadie es invisible |
Si tu quieres me da igual y dime |
Aquí nadie se salva |
Aquí nadie vive |
La calle huele a rifle, la calle huele a rifle! |
Aquí nadie es invisible |
Si tu quieres me da igual y dime |
Aquí nadie se salva |
Aquí nadie vive |
Fire in, in the Flight |
Sangre va a correr, balas quieren llover |
La gata la active |
Y saliste tu |
No juegues a esconder |
Ni dios te va a salvar |
Sangre mueve, ahogandonos sin piedad |
Muchos mueren, no llegan hasta al final |
Otros simplemente le rezan a dios |
Pero la muerte los traga vivos |
Es de la geezy men, found the focking black |
En el joseo, 24/7 mascan |
Y donde estan que no los veo |
Por que se esconden |
Dicen que son mas… escuchan tiros y corren |
Hablando claro papi aqui no existe orden |
Solo mucho desorden, chulo no ten cojones |
El gobierno no oprime, se tiran los civiles |
Despues se forma tiroteos y los motines |
Novela corrupta, por su lado sus trucos |
Andan a los fulletazos por mi madre lo juro |
De frente son tus panas, y de espalda diras |
Esa es la calle lo que te espera |
La calle huele a rifle, la calle huele a rifle! |
Aqui nadie es invisible |
Si tu quieres me da igual y dime |
Aqui nadie se salva |
Aquí nadie vive |
La calle huele a rifle, la calle huele a rifle! |
Aquí nadie es invisible |
Si tu quieres me da igual y dime |
Aquí nadie se salva |
Aquí nadie vive |
Sangre mueve, ahogandonos sin piedad |
Muchos mueren, no llegan hasta al final |
Otros simplemente le rezan a dios |
Pero la muerte los traga vivos |
(Gallego) |
Se sinceran cuando escuches las primeras detonaciones |
Y te percates de que ya es muy tarde |
El ataque va a ir dirigido a ti papi |
En el AK con peine de estambul |
Esta a cuatro kits de ti |
Logran ver en sus ojos sedientos de sangre |
Brillando debajo de la mascara de kial |
Un ultimo flashback de los que amas |
Atraviesan los hemisferios de tu cerebro |
Y la pistola en tu cintura |
Comienza a no tener sentido |
Y lo ultimo que recuerdas |
Es haber besado a tu hija en la frente |
Mientras tu espiritu se eleva |
Y atraviesa un tunel oscuro |
Y al final, hay una luz |
(translation) |
wow |
Fire in, in the Flight |
Blood is going to flow, bullets want to rain |
The cat activated it |
and you came out |
Don't play hide and seek |
not even god is going to save you |
Blood rains, drowning us without mercy |
Many die, they don't make it to the end |
Others just pray to god |
But death swallows them alive |
society criticizes me |
Because I'm a bad boy (yeah) |
Raised on the street (yeah) |
Eh bad fucking what happened? |
(okay) |
I'm always ready |
With the toy on top (okay) |
I know that many people on the street envy me (let's go) |
Loose they have ass and what they have farin |
It is not for those that I co (know), they enter through the bay |
Connection that I have cool is direct |
They say they're tough, tough to the bone |
They don't let anyone talk, if I don't fix it |
Many want to border, all are dead |
Now the truth, they burn in hell |
This is the island of death |
I'm telling you! |
The street smells like a rifle, the street smells like a rifle! |
Here no one is invisible |
If you want I don't care and tell me |
Here no one is saved |
no one lives here |
The street smells like a rifle, the street smells like a rifle! |
Here no one is invisible |
If you want I don't care and tell me |
Here no one is saved |
no one lives here |
Fire in, in the Flight |
Blood is going to flow, bullets want to rain |
The cat activated it |
and you came out |
Don't play hide and seek |
not even god is going to save you |
Blood moves, drowning us without mercy |
Many die, they don't make it to the end |
Others just pray to god |
But death swallows them alive |
It's from the geezy men, found the focking black |
In the joseo, they chew 24/7 |
And where are they that I don't see them |
why do they hide |
They say they are more… they hear shots and run |
Speaking clearly daddy there is no order here |
Just a lot of mess, cool don't have balls |
The government does not oppress, civilians are thrown |
Then shootouts and riots are formed |
Corrupt novel, by his side his tricks |
They go fulletazos for my mother I swear |
From the front are your panas, and from the back you will say |
That is the street that awaits you |
The street smells like a rifle, the street smells like a rifle! |
Here no one is invisible |
If you want I don't care and tell me |
Here no one is saved |
no one lives here |
The street smells like a rifle, the street smells like a rifle! |
Here no one is invisible |
If you want I don't care and tell me |
Here no one is saved |
no one lives here |
Blood moves, drowning us without mercy |
Many die, they don't make it to the end |
Others just pray to god |
But death swallows them alive |
(Galician) |
They open up when you hear the first shots |
And you realize that it's too late |
The attack is going to be aimed at you daddy |
In the AK with Istanbul comb |
It's four kits away from you |
They manage to see in his bloodthirsty eyes |
Shining under the mask by kial |
One last flashback of the ones you love |
They cross the hemispheres of your brain |
And the gun on your waist |
It starts to make no sense |
And the last thing you remember |
It is having kissed your daughter on the forehead |
As your spirit soars |
And go through a dark tunnel |
And in the end, there's a light |