Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Amigo de la Muerte , by - T3R Elemento. Release date: 29.10.2020
Song language: Spanish
Amigo de la Muerte(original) |
| Endiablados y enfierrados |
| Bélicos y enchamuscados |
| Con la pechera portando y un cuerno pa' reventarlos |
| Pixelado encapuchado |
| Así viste mi comando |
| Super readys pa' la guerra |
| Pa' el que le entra no hay reversa |
| Se miran pasar las caravanas de mis trocas |
| En Tahoe blindadas, Silverado y en Tacomas |
| El olor de plomo me ha gustado desde niño |
| Taka-taka, pau-pau, ya descansa el enemigo |
| Si la vida me ha costado y al peligro yo me encarrilé |
| Varios años en prisión, en un penal los que yo me aventé |
| Pero mi San Judas me ha ayudado y ahora libre yo ya estoy |
| Si sintieron el azufre no es el diablo, ese he sido yo |
| Bien alertas y al pendientes |
| Defendiendo yo a mi gente |
| Andamos en la movida |
| Jaque mate voy pa' arriba |
| Mis terrenos yo he marcado |
| La súper para tumbarlos |
| A varios dejé en silencio |
| Yo ya los mandé al infierno |
| No tolero yo la envidia ni a los lenguas sueltas |
| Sapos ya he torcido y a esos los dejé sin lenguas |
| Muchos habladores que están en mi laberinto |
| Y esa Colt Rameada, trae hambre y los deja fríos |
| Si la vida me ha costado y en mis ojos ven mi soledad |
| Ese sabor a venganza de aquellos que no tienen piedad |
| Me arrancaron a mi hermano, sangre por sangre precio a pagar |
| Soy amigo de la muerte, no me busquen que me encontrarán |
| (translation) |
| Devilish and enfererrados |
| warlike and singed |
| With the chest wearing and a horn to burst them |
| hooded pixelated |
| This is how you saw my command |
| Super ready for the war |
| For the one who enters there is no reverse |
| They watch the caravans of my trucks go by |
| In armored Tahoe, Silverado and in Tacomas |
| I have liked the smell of lead since I was a child |
| Taka-taka, pau-pau, the enemy rests |
| If life has cost me and I got back on track to danger |
| Several years in prison, in a prison the ones that I threw myself |
| But my Saint Jude has helped me and now I am free |
| If you felt the sulfur, it's not the devil, that was me |
| Well alert and on the lookout |
| defending my people |
| We are on the move |
| Checkmate I'm going up |
| My lands I have marked |
| The super to knock them down |
| I left several in silence |
| I already sent them to hell |
| I do not tolerate envy or loose tongues |
| Toads I have already twisted and I left those without tongues |
| Many talkers that are in my labyrinth |
| And that Colt Rameada, brings hunger and leaves them cold |
| If life has cost me and in my eyes they see my loneliness |
| That taste of revenge from those who show no mercy |
| They ripped my brother from me, blood for blood price to pay |
| I am a friend of death, do not look for me, you will find me |