Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boricua Ny 1, artist - Wisin Y Yandel. Album song Mi Vida…My Life, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 29.06.2017
Record label: Fresh
Song language: Spanish
Boricua Ny 1(original) |
Ha comenzado una guerra |
Se dieron cuenta que ando con un AK-47, que suena fuerte |
Con este hombre nadie se mete, nadie se mete, ¿okay? |
Y espero que no lo intentes, alright |
¡Yo! |
Estoy preparado para el atentado, dúo precipitado |
Tener que oír al enviado, la luz es mi futuro, el suyo es oscuro |
Pero yo les juro que si mencionan mi nombre sufrirán apuros |
Tendrán que hacer gárgaras de cloruro, para que la lengua se les tranquilicen |
Y luego los pise, anuncia la renuncia flaco, noto que tienes un taco |
Están en bancarrota, acepta la derrota |
Wisin y Yandel, te dará la cuota, Wi-Wisin y Yandel, te dará la cuota |
Wi-Wisin y Yandel, te dará la cuota, para que te vayas a jugar pelota |
Tú estás muerto, yo ando guerreando entre los vivos |
Todos me respetan, y es que fuerte yo castigo |
Ando nebuleando buscando a mi presa |
Balas no cesan y mis rimas sí que pesan |
Es que voy en busca de riquezas, no te dejo mi destreza |
Y es que todos morirán, tratarán de buscar la salida |
No llegan al que le dimos, solo voces quedarán |
En este género hago lo que me plazca |
Corre, huye o avanza, o a tu vida le doy pausa |
Tengo artefactos y no amago de rimas de pie |
Todo sabrás lo que hago, meterles un fuego en el acto |
Te tiras impacto, segundo intacto, mientras yo redacto datos |
Tengo el don, que de mi fourty cambiar respecto, este prospecto, matar insectos |
Tu usas dialecto, y en el trayecto |
Wisin saldrá electo, tra-tra-tra |
Tú estás muerto, yo ando guerreando entre los vivos |
Todos me respetan, y es que fuerte yo castigo |
Ando nebuleando buscando a mi presa |
Balas no cesan y mis rimas sí que pesan |
Es que voy en busca de riquezas, no te dejo mi destreza |
Y es que todos morirán, tratarán de buscar la salida |
No llegan al que le dimos, solo voces quedarán |
(translation) |
a war has started |
They realized that I walk with an AK-47, which sounds loud |
Nobody messes with this man, nobody messes, okay? |
And I hope you don't try, alright |
I! |
I'm ready for the bombing, hasty duo |
Have to listen to the envoy, the light is my future, his is dark |
But I swear to you that if you mention my name you will be in trouble |
They will have to gargle with chloride, so that their tongue calms down |
And then I stepped on them, announce the resignation skinny, I notice that you have a taco |
They're broke, accept defeat |
Wisin and Yandel, will give you the fee, Wi-Wisin and Yandel, will give you the fee |
Wi-Wisin and Yandel, will give you the fee, so you can go play ball |
You are dead, I am fighting among the living |
Everyone respects me, and it's that strong I punish |
I'm nebuleando looking for my prey |
Bullets do not stop and my rhymes do weigh |
It is that I go in search of riches, I do not leave you my skill |
And it is that everyone will die, they will try to find the way out |
They do not reach the one we gave, only voices will remain |
In this genre I do what I please |
Run, flee or advance, or I give your life pause |
I have artifacts and no hint of standing rhymes |
You'll all know what I do, put a fire on them on the spot |
You roll hit, second intact, while I redact data |
I have the gift, that of my fourty to change respect, this leaflet, to kill insects |
You use dialect, and along the way |
Wisin will be elected, tra-tra-tra |
You are dead, I am fighting among the living |
Everyone respects me, and it's that strong I punish |
I'm nebuleando looking for my prey |
Bullets do not stop and my rhymes do weigh |
It is that I go in search of riches, I do not leave you my skill |
And it is that everyone will die, they will try to find the way out |
They do not reach the one we gave, only voices will remain |