Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Envidia en los Corazones, artist - Juanka
Date of issue: 12.02.2018
Song language: Spanish
Envidia en los Corazones(original) |
Envidia en los corazones, con ella he tenido que lidiar |
Hermanos que por traiciones, los he tenido que matar |
¿Y qué será de mí?, si me matan en la calle |
Y si no logran darme, sus madres van a llorar |
¿Y qué será de mí?, si me matan en la calle |
Y si no logran darme, sus madres van a llorar |
(Juanka!) |
Si quieres paz, prepárate pa' morirte (pa' morirte) |
Que hoy la muerte, como la droga lentamente la vida va a consumirte |
Todo pasa en un segundo, cuando sientes que el metal dispara |
De donde yo vengo te dan un yompazo y te velan con mitad de cara |
Vengo del bajo mundo, la calle ha sido parte de mi rutina (ajá) |
Te ven en progreso, y el ambiente de envidia se contamina (hehehe) |
Tú no sabes lo que es bajar sin dejar a tres acosta’os en una esquina |
Yo soy el portavoz de mi barrio y como yo nadie lo hace en una cabina |
Rapero completo, un liricista sobrenatural |
Y el pasto que fumo, me lo recetaron, es medicinal |
Uno de los míos, le cojieron la corta por culpa de un registro ilegal |
Y en la declaración balbulió y lo matamos saliendo del centro judicial |
Llegó el día de tu juicio, dile a Dios que tus pecados perdone |
Porque yo no perdono cuando tengo por fuera de la camisa las extensiones |
Organizaciones, con fines de lucro, buscando uniones |
O me matan, o yo vo’a hacer que se caigan sus patrones (prr!) |
Envidia en los corazones, con ella he tenido que lidiar |
Hermanos que por traiciones, los he tenido que matar |
¿Y qué será de mí?, si me matan en la calle |
Y si no logran darme, sus madres van a llorar |
¿Y qué será de mí?, si me matan en la calle |
Y si no logran darme, sus madres van a llorar |
(Follow me now) |
La guerra es mi esposa, la Glopeta mi amante |
Y el rifle yo que cargo es mi fiel acompañante |
Cadenas con diamantes, putas con implantes, máscara y guantes |
Y una pepa de esas peligrosas que hacen que me cambie el semblante |
Las vías se mueven solas, en lo que yo quemo, una puta enrola |
Tenemos una línea directa que los trabajos te llegan hasta en yola |
Entre Las Vegas, Barrio Palmas, La Barriada y Juana Matos |
Aprendí que no es guerrero aquel que mata por contrato (ahh!, yeah!) |
Sordo, ciego y mudo es la vista, si hago que mi R se desvista |
Pa' reconstruir tu rostro van a tener que llamar a un especialista (prra!) |
Que me falte el aire pero no el motivo pa' guerriar por el respeto que cultivo |
Duermo fuera del case porque en estos tiempos andan los 100 en operativos |
Lo que baja sube, a mí no me contaron, cabrón, yo estuve |
Y ustedes gastando balas saliendo de la disco, matando nubes |
Amigos que por la ambición sus restos descansan en el campo santo |
Pobre de las madres, que tienen que despedir a sus hijos en llanto |
Envidia en los corazones, con ella he tenido que lidiar |
Hermanos que por traiciones, los he tenido que matar |
¿Y qué será de mí?, si me matan en la calle |
Y si no logran darme, sus madres van a llorar |
¿Y qué será de mí?, si me matan en la calle |
Y si no logran darme, sus madres van a llorar |
Jajajaja |
Juanka El Problematik (ajá) |
El eslabón más gruesa de la joyería |
Otro capítulo más (yeh) |
Recuerda que no es lo mismo vivirlo que interpretarlo |
(Tú 'tás claro de eso) |
Y ustedes cantan lo que les cuentan (oye, ustedes son de embuste) |
Hebreo (Hebreo!), El 3 En 1 matando en los controles |
Si me siento en aprietos vo’a hacer llorar a sus mais |
Y te voy a hacer pagar la traición hasta la última gota de sangre |
(Feniko!) |
Yo no quería quitarles la vida de esta manera |
¿Pero si te me viras qué quieres?, ¿que te recompense? |
Lo que hay es fulete, fulete |
De rodillas ante Cristo y ante el hombre guerreando |
Montalo en el baúl a este cabrón que se va con nosotros |
Juanka! |
(translation) |
Envy in the hearts, with it I have had to deal |
Brothers that because of betrayals, I have had to kill them |
And what will become of me?, if they kill me in the street |
And if they can't give me, their mothers will cry |
And what will become of me?, if they kill me in the street |
And if they can't give me, their mothers will cry |
(Juanka!) |
If you want peace, prepare to die (to die) |
That today death, like the drug, slowly life is going to consume you |
Everything happens in a second, when you feel the metal shoot |
Where I come from they give you a punch and they watch you with half a face |
I come from the underworld, the street has been part of my routine (uh-huh) |
They see you in progress, and the environment of envy is contaminated (hehehe) |
You don't know what it's like to go down without leaving three lying in a corner |
I am the spokesperson for my neighborhood and nobody does it like me in a booth |
Complete rapper, a supernatural lyricist |
And the grass that I smoke, they prescribed it to me, it's medicinal |
One of mine was caught short because of an illegal search |
And in the statement he stammered and we killed him leaving the judicial center |
The day of your judgment has arrived, tell God to forgive your sins |
Because I don't forgive when I have extensions outside my shirt |
Organizations, for profit, seeking unions |
Either they kill me, or I'm going to make their bosses fall (prr!) |
Envy in her hearts, with her I have had to deal |
Brothers that because of betrayals, I have had to kill them |
And what will become of me?, if they kill me in the street |
And if they can't give me, their mothers will cry |
And what will become of me?, if they kill me in the street |
And if they can't give me, their mothers will cry |
(Follow me now) |
War is my wife, the Glopeta my lover |
And the rifle that I carry is my faithful companion |
Chains with diamonds, whores with implants, mask and gloves |
And one of those dangerous seeds that make my face change |
The tracks move alone, in what I burn, a whore enrolls |
We have a direct line that jobs reach you even in Yola |
Between Las Vegas, Barrio Palmas, La Barriada and Juana Matos |
I learned that he is not a warrior who kills by contract (ahh!, yeah!) |
Deaf, blind and dumb is sight, if I make my R undress |
To rebuild your face they are going to have to call a specialist (prra!) |
That I lack air but not the reason to fight for the respect that I cultivate |
I sleep outside the case because in these times there are 100 in operations |
What goes down goes up, they didn't tell me, bastard, I was |
And you spending bullets coming out of the disco, killing clouds |
Friends who, due to ambition, their remains rest in the holy field |
Poor mothers, who have to send their crying children off |
Envy in her hearts, with her I have had to deal |
Brothers that because of betrayals, I have had to kill them |
And what will become of me?, if they kill me in the street |
And if they can't give me, their mothers will cry |
And what will become of me?, if they kill me in the street |
And if they can't give me, their mothers will cry |
LOL |
Juanka The Problematik (uh-huh) |
The thickest link in jewelry |
Another chapter more (yeh) |
Remember that living it is not the same as interpreting it |
(You're clear about that) |
And you sing what they tell you (hey, you are a lie) |
Hebrew (Hebrew!), The 3 In 1 killing at the controls |
If I feel in trouble, I'm going to make your friends cry |
And I will make you pay for the betrayal to the last drop of blood |
(Feniko!) |
I did not want to take their lives in this way |
But if you turn to me, what do you want? Do I reward you? |
What there is is fulete, fulete |
Kneeling before Christ and before the man at war |
Put this bastard in the trunk who is leaving with us |
Juanka! |