Lyrics of Bum Bam Ven - Lapiz Conciente, Musicologo the Libro, Secreto El Famoso Biberon

Bum Bam Ven (original)

¿Y ese carro, negro?
Wup, wup
Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum
Llegó el cazador a cazar, déjame tu drama
Cada ve' que monto voce', te tumbo el programa
Desde mi ventana abuso de la fama
Demasiada magia, tú no entiende' el crucigrama
La vaina 'tá super hot, el ambiente se presta
Compro la syntactic y ni pregunto cuanto cuesta
Mírame aquí dónde 'toy, ¿tú dónde está'?
El mejor rapero por ley, revisa la encuesta
Me dicen el pie de Messi, porque nunca falló
Lo tuyo nunca me sube porque tiene fallo'
El pueblo no se equivoca, ya tiene su gallo
Un problema pa' la industria, bi, cada ve' estallo
Este flow ya 'tá expandí'o, cielo, tierra y río
'Tán dolió porque no se han comió lo que he comí'o
Aunque lleve ropa negra no es Anthony Ríos
'Toy lucí'o, y ustede' to’itos son mis críos
Desde la biblioteca me tocó Loteka
Lo aprendí tecla por tecla
Una cibaeña lo escuchó y dijo: «La creta
Este disco va a sona' de por vida en la discoteca», prr
¿Y ese carro, negro?
Wup, wup
Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum
Aquí 'tamos bajo cero, to' el mundo está frío-frío
Salgo pa' la calle y me vocean…
Me viste en la discoteca y ando con lo mío-mío
Vieron la botella y me vocearon…
Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum, bum
Bum bam ven, bum, bum
Cada ve' que salgo pa' la calle, yo te piso
Porque yo 'toy en el roof y ustede' en el cobertizo
Siempre con la nota alta, yo nunca aterrizo
Esa letra suena bien, pero tu flow 'tá postizo
Yo si tengo rima, yo no dramatizo
Y a mí me da 3 pito', bro, si no te simpatizo
Siempre con la larga encima, predicción de aviso
Piso los cardero', lo meneé y se me dio el guiso
Anótame otro palo, soy un Junior Lake
Los cuadro' de Louis Vuitton me llegan con el key

(translation)

And that car, black?
whoop whoop
Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom
The hunter came to hunt, leave me your drama
Every time I ride voce, the program knocked you down
From my window abuse of fame
Too much magic, you don't understand the crossword
The pod 'tá super hot, the atmosphere lends itself
I buy the syntactic and I don't even ask how much it costs
Look at me here where I am, where are you?
The best rapper by law, check the poll
They tell me Messi's foot, because he never failed
Your thing never goes up because it has a fault'
The people are not wrong, they already have their rooster
A problem for the industry, bi, every time I explode
This flow is already expanding, heaven, earth and river
'It hurt so much because they haven't eaten what I've eaten'
Although he wears black clothes, he is not Anthony Ríos
"Toy Lucí'o, and you" all are my children
From the library I got Loteka
I learned it key by key
A cibaeña heard him and said: «The chalk
This album will sound for life at the disco", prr
And that car, black?
whoop whoop
Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom
Here we are below zero, the world is cold-cold
I go out to the street and they call me…
You saw me at the disco and I'm with mine-mine
They saw the bottle and called me...
Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom, boom
Boom bam come, boom, boom
Every time I go out to the street, I step on you
Because I'm on the roof and you're in the shed
Always on the high note, I never land
That letter sounds good, but your flow is false
I do have rhyme, I do not dramatize
And it gives me 3 dicks, bro, if you don't like me
Always with the long on top, warning prediction
I step on the lambs', I shook it and I was given the stew
Score me another stick, I'm a Junior Lake
The Louis Vuitton paintings arrive with the key