Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song En Carne Viva, artist - Sharif.
Date of issue: 03.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
En Carne Viva(original) |
Nací en Zaragoza, donde el huracán me alimenta |
Y siempre calienta |
El fuego sagrado que alumbra los pasos |
De este corazón que jamás se escarmienta |
Tengo una mente que siempre está hambrienta y dice |
«Camina o revienta» |
Y ya no le temo ni a Dios ni al destino |
Pues sé desde niño domar la tormenta |
Y sabes que yo nunca finjo la pose, hermano |
A mí nadie me tose |
Yo sé como hacer pa' que el vaso rebose |
Mi verso te hiere y te cose |
Ya con Fuck Tha Posse |
Andaba rulando en la calle desde bien pequeño |
Sin patria ni dueño |
Quemando los sueños con Johan, el Rapsus y el Horse |
Y digo que uno pa' to' los reales |
Amigos leales que siempre han esta’o a mi vera |
Dos por todos mis presos |
Sintiendo la angustia en sus huesos |
Tres por la gente bonita que nunca claudica y persigue quimeras |
Cuatro por to' mis excesos bebiendo el agua de sus besos |
Yo solo fumo, floto |
En el humo hay una flor de loto |
Mira que yo en la calle no traiciono |
Y si empuño el micro jamás decepciono |
Pues sigo puro, loco, rimando pa' to’s mis devotos |
Y es que yo siempre he salido más guapo dentro de mis versos que dentro 'e la |
foto |
Soy Prometeo (¡Soy Prometeo!) |
Fumo y tarareo (¡Fumo y tarareo!) |
Siempre que rapeo es como si bateo |
Lanzo la pelota fuera 'el coliseo |
Yo ya no me creo (Yo ya no me creo) |
Tanto cacareo (Tanto cacareo) |
Oigo su rapeo y to' lo que yo veo |
Es rap de fogueo y puro postureo |
Yo sé de rimar, no de la envidia |
Sé de mimar a cada línea |
Yo aquí no vine buscando la plata |
Yo dentro del rap encontré una familia |
Y a veces escribo porque eso me alivia |
Mi rap es alquimia |
Y hay quien se acerca me tiende la mano y me dicen |
«Hermano, tu verso es mi biblia» |
Yo soy la flor en el fango (Fango) |
Puro y elegante como el tango (Tango) |
Desde niño defiendo mi rango |
Podría venderme, pero no, no, no |
Yo soy la flor en el fango (Fango) |
Puro y elegante como el tango (Tango) |
Desde niño defiendo mi rango |
Podría venderme, pero no, no, no |
(translation) |
I was born in Zaragoza, where the hurricane feeds me |
And always hot |
The sacred fire that lights the steps |
Of this heart that is never punished |
I have a mind that is always hungry and says |
"Walk or bust" |
And I no longer fear God or fate |
Well, since I was a child I know how to tame the storm |
And you know I never fake the pose, bro |
Nobody coughs at me |
I know how to make the glass overflow |
My verse hurts you and sews you |
Already with Fuck Tha Posse |
He was walking on the street from a very young age |
Without country or owner |
Burning dreams with Johan, the Rapsus and the Horse |
And I say that one for all the real ones |
Loyal friends who have always been by my side |
Two for all my prisoners |
Feeling the anguish in her bones |
Three for the beautiful people who never give up and chase chimeras |
Four for all my excesses drinking the water of her kisses |
I only smoke, I float |
In the smoke there is a lotus flower |
Look, I don't betray on the street |
And if I hold the mic I never disappoint |
Well, I'm still pure, crazy, rhyming for all my devotees |
And it is that I have always come out more handsome within my verses than within 'and the |
Photo |
I am Prometheus (I am Prometheus!) |
I smoke and hum (I smoke and hum!) |
Whenever I rap it's like I hit |
I throw the ball out 'the coliseum |
I no longer believe myself (I no longer believe myself) |
So much clucking (So much clucking) |
I hear his rapping about him and to 'what I see |
It's blank rap and pure posture |
I know about rhyming, not about envy |
I know to pamper every line |
I did not come here looking for money |
I found a family within rap |
And sometimes I write because that relieves me |
My rap is alchemy |
And there are those who approach me and hold out their hand and tell me |
"Brother, your verse is my bible" |
I am the flower in the mud (Fango) |
Pure and elegant like tango (Tango) |
Since I was a child I defend my rank |
I could sell myself out, but no, no, no |
I am the flower in the mud (Fango) |
Pure and elegant like tango (Tango) |
Since I was a child I defend my rank |
I could sell myself out, but no, no, no |