Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 20 años , by - Gordo Master. Release date: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
20 años(original) |
| Muchos ya no están, otros se quedaron atrás |
| La vida sigue su curso |
| 20 años levantando esto a pulso |
| Yo pa’trás primo, ni pa' coger impulso, bro |
| Muchos ya no están, otros se quedaron atrás |
| La vida sigue su curso |
| 20 años levantando esto a pulso |
| Yo pa’trás primo, ni pa' coger impulso, bro |
| Empuja conmigo y derribemos ese muro de lamentos |
| Como esa hierba que se abre paso en el cemento |
| Buenos y malos momentos |
| La rabia crece y levanta cimientos |
| El coraje de 300, más tatua’o que Memento |
| Sueños violentos, sangre y talento, tormento |
| Vampiros sedientos |
| Mugrientos títeres que van de tigueres |
| Tú ríete, ten claro que son cuenta-cuentos |
| Arrodíllate, lee y lee el octavo mandamiento |
| Puto hater, que en esta vida to' se paga compadre |
| Por mucho que ladres, los arboles arden |
| El llanto de una madre |
| Hay cosas que ya no se pue’n cambiar, primo, ya es tarde |
| Bastardos y cobardes aguarden fuck them. |
| Son orígenes |
| To’a la vida inventando y cavilando como Arquimedes |
| Tú sígueme, ilumíname el puto Edén, no tengo límites |
| Limitate a postrarte ante tu fe |
| Muchos ya no están, otros se quedaron atrás |
| La vida sigue su curso |
| 20 años levantando esto a pulso |
| Yo pa’trás primo, ni pa' coger impulso, bro |
| Muchos ya no están, otros se quedaron atrás |
| La vida sigue su curso |
| 20 años levantando esto a pulso |
| Yo pa’trás primo, ni pa' coger impulso, bro |
| Hay gente que va a la deriva como un trozo de plástico |
| Contaminando, les mando a Hokantaro |
| Que manchan el pantalón |
| Si alzo la voz su foco pongo en off |
| Voy sin máscaras de anonymous, face to face, hom' |
| Que le follen al imperio |
| Prefiero un trozo de polen, una bola 'e hierba |
| Que tus gramos y tus medios |
| Que pa' to no hay remedio, genocidio armenio |
| Muertes de diseño |
| Envenéname en tu fuente cruel de hielo |
| A ver si te alcanza el premio |
| Yo vivo de pie y no de rodillas |
| Yo sé lo que hacer cuando el diablo te tientas con cosas que brillan |
| Lo bueno no existe, existe el trabajo duro y las zancadillas |
| Los días grises son mayoría tapando alcantarillas |
| Yo siento el Hip Hop de otra forma, cabrón |
| Retumbándome en el pecho desde el día en que me eligió |
| Llegó, me tocó, lo cambió to', to' lo que soy |
| No se lo debo a Dios, afronto mis actos |
| No lloro en un rincón |
| Muchos ya no están, otros se quedaron atrás |
| La vida sigue su curso |
| 20 años levantando esto a pulso |
| Yo pa’trás primo, ni pa' coger impulso, bro |
| Muchos ya no están, otros se quedaron atrás |
| La vida sigue su curso |
| 20 años levantando esto a pulso |
| Yo pa’trás primo, ni pa' coger impulso, bro |
| (translation) |
| Many are no longer, others were left behind |
| Life goes on |
| 20 years lifting this freehand |
| I pa’trás cousin, not even to get momentum, bro |
| Many are no longer, others were left behind |
| Life goes on |
| 20 years lifting this freehand |
| I pa’trás cousin, not even to get momentum, bro |
| Push with me and let's tear down that wailing wall |
| Like that grass that makes its way into the cement |
| Good and bad moments |
| Rage grows and builds foundations |
| The courage of 300, more tattooed than Memento |
| Violent dreams, blood and talent, torment |
| thirsty vampires |
| Filthy puppets that go from tigers |
| You laugh, be clear that they are storytellers |
| Kneel down, read and read the eighth commandment |
| Fucking hater, that in this life you pay compadre |
| As much as you bark, the trees burn |
| The cry of a mother |
| There are things that can no longer be changed, cousin, it's too late |
| Bastards and cowards await fuck them. |
| are origins |
| To'a life inventing and pondering like Archimedes |
| You follow me, light up my fucking Eden, I have no limits |
| Just bow down to your faith |
| Many are no longer, others were left behind |
| Life goes on |
| 20 years lifting this freehand |
| I pa’trás cousin, not even to get momentum, bro |
| Many are no longer, others were left behind |
| Life goes on |
| 20 years lifting this freehand |
| I pa’trás cousin, not even to get momentum, bro |
| There are people who drift like a piece of plastic |
| Polluting, I send them to Hokantaro |
| that stain the pants |
| If I raise my voice, I turn off the focus |
| I go without anonymous masks, face to face, hom' |
| fuck the empire |
| I prefer a piece of pollen, a ball 'and grass |
| That your grams and your means |
| That for there is no remedy, Armenian genocide |
| Design kills |
| Poison me in your cruel ice fountain |
| Let's see if you get the prize |
| I live on my feet and not on my knees |
| I know what to do when the devil tempts you with things that shine |
| The good does not exist, there is hard work and tripping |
| Gray days are mostly plugging sewers |
| I feel hip hop in a different way, bastard |
| Rumbling in my chest from the day he chose me |
| It came, it touched me, it changed everything, everything what I am |
| I don't owe it to God, I face my actions |
| I don't cry in a corner |
| Many are no longer, others were left behind |
| Life goes on |
| 20 years lifting this freehand |
| I pa’trás cousin, not even to get momentum, bro |
| Many are no longer, others were left behind |
| Life goes on |
| 20 years lifting this freehand |
| I pa’trás cousin, not even to get momentum, bro |