Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Malusuario , by - comida para llevarRelease date: 26.07.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Malusuario , by - comida para llevarMalusuario(original) |
| Ésta también huele a comida para llevar |
| Sazón, sansón. |
| Degusta la calidad |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| Ésta también huele a comida para llevar |
| Sazón, sansón. |
| Degusta la calidad |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| Fluyo como el viento y no me van a embotella' |
| Si se pudrió, bótalo 'llá (Ah) |
| No te aferres a eso (Yaoh) |
| Libera el peso y a volar |
| Y yo que tengo que celebrar como forma de estar en luto |
| Siempre estoy buscando una salida |
| Quisiera pasar por el cielo 15 minutos |
| Antes que el Diablo se entere que perdí la vida |
| Y tú cuida a los tuyos, pai', que un día te dicen «Bye» |
| Y se van a otra conexión donde no llega el Wi-Fi (Ah) |
| Nací en el '96, escribo lo que no tengo y lo busco donde no hay (Ah) |
| No era tan bueno pero al menos nos teníamos |
| Me baño al mar, en el Oriente, como el Líbano |
| Brindaremos cuando estemos en la cima |
| O reiremos hablando del rap y lo bien que ibamos |
| Ésta también huele a comida para llevar |
| Sazón, sansón. |
| Degusta la calidad |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| Ésta también huele a comida para llevar |
| Sazón, sansón. |
| Degusta la calidad |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| Escúchame, grítame, no me importa |
| Yo no sé rapear, mi cuchillo corta |
| Quiero estar tranquilo |
| Todo es a kilo |
| Y no quería preocuparme por cosas así (Yeah) |
| Anxious, dímelo a mí (Yeah) |
| Y aún así, 'toy aquí, yeah |
| 'toy aquí, yeah |
| 'toy aquí, yeah |
| 'toy aquí, yeah |
| (Ah) Aún no atiendo en lista, soy un mal usuario |
| Pero me paran una que otras veces por el barrio |
| Me dicen que siga firme, que aquí nacen los warriors |
| Y que nunca me sienta solo porque aquí somos varios |
| Que mi canción no sé que qué, que suena por la radio |
| Y me di cuenta de que nada sirve un escenario |
| Que ese suelo se muere si no lo pisa un sabio |
| Y que mi canción es pa' que mi gente la lleve en los labios |
| Ey, ya en serio, escucha esta mierda, es mi premio |
| Y si es que todo cuesta, ¿cómo compras el criterio? |
| Piso sin miedo, y debo hacerlo porque debo |
| Ser la voz de los sin-voz, no puedo hacerme el ciego |
| Y si la causa es justa, entonces me cuesta un «me atrevo» |
| Y si la duda es grande, entonces pago lo que debo |
| Que pa' mi gente linda vaya este canto que elevo |
| Eternamente dedicado pa' los antinos, puedo (Yeah) |
| Ésta también huele a comida para llevar |
| Sazón, sansón. |
| Degusta la calidad |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| Ésta también huele a comida para llevar |
| Sazón, sansón. |
| Degusta la calidad |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| No tenía comida en mi casa |
| Vine pa' Caracas, ahora tengo llena la panza |
| Los pacos no miran, quemamos en la plaza |
| Ey, ey, ¿qué's lo que les pasa? |
| Me estás mirando, me estás juzgando |
| No hago nada mal hermano, solo estoy rapeando |
| Vengo de Mariara, los juguetes son Glock |
| Y mataron a un hermano, oh fuck |
| Saludos pa' los otros |
| Hay algunos que me odian, a veces yo me equivoco (Hey) |
| A veces siento que estoy loco |
| Locos son ustedes que no entienden a estos locos |
| Unos me dijeron «Hola» |
| Otros me dijeron «Hola, «Yo soy de los que los incomoda |
| Otros me dijeron «Ven», otros: «Véndete a la moda» |
| Bébete mi leche con soda |
| Confienzuda, suda, vente a la confitería, gozona |
| Ya que acabamos con la capa de Ozuna |
| ¡Hurra, hurra, borra! |
| Cuántos los que se nos quejan |
| A ti te queda la gorrita roja |
| Y ya saben lo que le pasa a un enchufado cuando se moja |
| Abeja, polinizando el mundo, soja |
| Si no les gusta amar, cojan |
| Mientras tanto yo me como el mundo comiéndome una milhoja |
| Ja, ja, Lacosta |
| (translation) |
| This one smells like takeout too |
| Season, Samson. |
| Taste the quality |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| This one smells like takeout too |
| Season, Samson. |
| Taste the quality |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| I flow like the wind and they are not going to bottle me' |
| If it rotted, throw it away (Ah) |
| Don't hold on to that (Yaoh) |
| Release the weight and fly |
| And I have to celebrate as a way to mourn |
| I'm always looking for a way out |
| I would like to go through the sky for 15 minutes |
| Before the Devil finds out I lost my life |
| And you take care of yours, pai', that one day they tell you "Bye" |
| And they go to another connection where the Wi-Fi doesn't reach (Ah) |
| I was born in '96, I write what I don't have and I look for it where there isn't (Ah) |
| It wasn't that good but at least we had each other |
| I bathe in the sea, in the East, like Lebanon |
| We'll toast when we're on top |
| Or we'll laugh talking about rap and how well we were doing |
| This one smells like takeout too |
| Season, Samson. |
| Taste the quality |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| This one smells like takeout too |
| Season, Samson. |
| Taste the quality |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| Listen to me, yell at me, I don't care |
| I don't know how to rap, my knife cuts |
| I want to be calm |
| Everything is a kilo |
| And I didn't want to worry about things like that (Yeah) |
| Anxious, tell me (Yeah) |
| And still, 'I'm here, yeah |
| 'I'm here, yeah |
| 'I'm here, yeah |
| 'I'm here, yeah |
| (Ah) I still don't answer the list, I'm a bad user |
| But they stop me once in a while around the neighborhood |
| They tell me to stand firm, that warriors are born here |
| And that I never feel alone because here we are several |
| That my song, I don't know what, that sounds on the radio |
| And I realized that a stage is useless |
| That ground dies if a wise man does not step on it |
| And that my song is for my people to carry on their lips |
| Hey, seriously, listen to this shit, it's my prize |
| And if everything costs, how do you buy the criteria? |
| Floor without fear, and I must do it because I must |
| To be the voice of the voiceless, I can't play blind |
| And if the cause is just, then it costs me an "I dare" |
| And if the doubt is great, then I pay what I owe |
| That pa' my beautiful people go this song that I raise |
| Eternally dedicated to the Antinos, I can (Yeah) |
| This one smells like takeout too |
| Season, Samson. |
| Taste the quality |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| This one smells like takeout too |
| Season, Samson. |
| Taste the quality |
| Wouh-wouh-wouh-wouh, eaah |
| I had no food in my house |
| I came to Caracas, now my belly is full |
| The pacos don't look, we burn in the square |
| Hey, hey, what's the matter with them? |
| You're looking at me, you're judging me |
| I'm not doing anything wrong bro, I'm just rapping |
| I come from Mariara, the toys are Glock |
| And they killed a brother, oh fuck |
| Greetings to the others |
| There are some who hate me, sometimes I'm wrong (Hey) |
| Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy |
| Crazy are you who do not understand these crazy people |
| Some said "Hello" to me |
| Others told me «Hello, «I am one of those who makes you uncomfortable |
| Others told me "Come", others: "Sell yourself in fashion" |
| Drink my milk and soda |
| Confienzuda, sweat, come to the confectionery, gozona |
| Since we finished with Ozuna's cape |
| Hooray, hooray, erase! |
| How many who complain to us |
| You have the red cap |
| And you already know what happens to a plugged in when it gets wet |
| Bee, pollinating the world, soy |
| If you don't like to love, fuck |
| Meanwhile, I eat the world eating a millefeuille |
| ha ha lacosta |