Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jumanji, artist - Las Ninyas del Corro.
Date of issue: 14.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Jumanji(original) |
Soy demasiao' rapera pa' ti |
Y tú demasiado guapo para este desastre |
Con los ojos chinos, no me mires así |
Enamora' de la muerte aunque nunca llegue a tenerte |
Por ti, me habría quitao' todas las vergüenzas, eh |
Me sabe amargo como submotion Orchestra |
Existe una clara diferencia entre las cosas bien hechas |
Y las que se dejan a medias |
Te juro no caer en esa breva, no |
Mis perros listos en la acera |
La miel no está hecha para el asco asi qué replantea |
Si soy yo la que no doy la talla, ¿o eres tú el que no se entera? |
A mis crushes, les dedico openings |
Quiere ser mi más uno en la lista gratis, (gratis) |
Sé que la lío y luego nasty |
But are you still gonna runaway from my problems? |
Enpsicopao’s por las nubes |
Soy la mujer de tu vida y no lo sabes |
Te quiero pero yo que sé |
Soy la piba que se enamoró del prota y no al revés |
Diggin' it my way, y a lo (?) |
Pidiendo tregua y ya no tengo ganas ni pa' mi |
Me supo a nihilismo y tú (?) |
Está presión me sirve de algo al menos, toma my free |
Me quedo en K. O si lo propongo |
Esta forma de matarme todavía sigue en mis manos |
Lo que más me llena y lo que menos escucho |
Que este dolor es más bonito si no es tuyo, ¿no? |
(¿Qué me decís vosotros?) |
Haciendo que escuchéis esta basura, loco estoy podrida de lejos |
No me captáis pero tampoco sabéis verlo |
No os esforzáis en entender el concepto que traigo |
Y yo what’s up! |
Las niñas cantan, ya no lloran |
Me baso en estos dos principios, consecuencia y causa |
De apunto en la misma liga y paso de tus vainas |
Pero pa' que llore mi mama, llorará la tuya! |
Me espera esa cara fina tumbá en la cama |
Paso de tu culo pero negro, que bien bailas |
Ya no saben na', de que na', que na', ¿qué historias? |
Y nene, I love it when you call me big mama |
I love it when you call me big loca! |
Y esta vida me sabe a menos si (?) a pachas |
Pienso que estoy fuera y ya estoy, desmonto la trama |
Con gestos de geisha saco brillo a la katana |
(translation) |
I'm too much of a rapper for you |
And you too handsome for this mess |
With Chinese eyes, don't look at me like that |
Fall in love with death even if I never get to have you |
For you, I would have taken off all the shame, huh |
It tastes bitter to me as Submotion Orchestra |
There is a clear difference between things well done |
And those that are left halfway |
I swear not to fall into that breva, no |
My dogs ready on the sidewalk |
Honey is not made for disgust so rethink |
If I'm the one who doesn't measure up, or are you the one who doesn't know? |
To my crushes, I dedicate openings |
Want to be my plus one on the free list, (free) |
I know the mess and then nasty |
But are you still gonna runaway from my problems? |
Enpsicopao's through the roof |
I am the woman of your life and you don't know it |
I love you but what do I know |
I'm the girl who fell in love with the main character and not the other way around |
Diggin' it my way, and to it (?) |
Asking for a truce and I no longer feel like it for me |
It tasted like nihilism and you (?) |
This pressure is of some use to me at least, take my free |
I stay in K. O if I propose it |
This way of killing me is still in my hands |
What fills me the most and what I listen to the least |
That this pain is more beautiful if it is not yours, right? |
(What do you say to me?) |
Making y'all listen to this shit, crazy I'm rotten from afar |
You don't get me but you don't know how to see it either |
You do not make an effort to understand the concept that I bring |
And I what's up! |
The girls sing, they don't cry anymore |
I base myself on these two principles, consequence and cause |
Aim in the same league and pass your pods |
But for my mom to cry, yours will cry! |
That fine face is waiting for me to lie down in bed |
Pass your ass but black, you dance well |
They no longer know na', what na', what na', what stories? |
And baby, I love it when you call me big mama |
I love it when you call me big crazy! |
And this life tastes like less if (?) to pachas |
I think I'm out and I'm here, I disassemble the plot |
With geisha gestures I polish the katana |