Lyrics of Drama - Yulian

Drama (original)

Nosotros hacemos esto de corazón
A nosotros nos corra esto por la sangre
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Hoy
Cocky, slow mo'
Ando por la city, making money que vengan y lo cuero
Que prendan los nigga, se murio tu envidia por mi flow pruina
La limosina con libra esterlina tu sueño imposible tener mi marquesina
To la maldiciones tienen su razones, yo seguí joseando llegan bendiciones
Con los leones pitchando cupones, la moña morada dentro de los bluntnes
La combi Givenchy para cerrar los trueques, pa’bajar los cheques
Pa que no pequen yo llamo a Manola para que baje con lo rifle del 97
Tu no te imagina to' lo pana falso que ya yo he perdido'
Que me han dado la mano, me miran a la cara, dicen que son mio
Tu no sabe lo que perdí, tu no me viste cuando me caí
Los federales adentro del bloque, yo con los ladrillos adentro del Jeep
Slow mo'
Ando por la city, making money que vengan y lo cuero
Que prendan los nigga, se murio tu envidia por mi flow pruina
La limosina con libra esterlina tu sueño imposible tener mi marquesina
To la maldiciones tienen su razones, yo seguí joseando llegan bendiciones
En el mundo entero oyen mis canciones, porque me levanto con las bendiciones
Mucho peones que quieren el trono, de este rey lo cojo como hobbie
Hago que detone, de segundo sobre las fracciones en par de ocaciones
Me siento salvaje, Alexander McQueen, vivo como quiera esto es un cortometraje
Te ponemos el laser cuando abro el garaje
Slow mo' ando por la city
La manada con la cocolada, yo rompiendo un phillie
De putas de miles yo quiero un desfile en un hotel en chile
Voy hacer esta shit hasta que no respire
No me pregunte como yo lo hice, porque no fue fácil pa mi fue difícil
Mi propio yo, conoci mi amigo en lo tiempo de crisis
El tiempo me enseno que lo malo deja cicatrices
Porque gente buena y gente mala nada mas esperando que tu des la espalda para
poner tu nombre arriba de una bala, te quitamo el
Miedo
Yo ando sin chaleco, el peine de tambor yo tumbo el carbono, no pesa nada
Estoy orando a Cristo para ver si me aparta de la cosa mala
Tenemos el trabajo abajo de la cama, soltamo lo kilo porque ahora movemos mucha
tolenada
Formando mi imperio soy mi propio jefe, no me importa na (no me importa nada)
Hold up, hold up, yeah
Slow mo'
Ando por la city, making money que bailen lo cuero
Que prendan los nigga, se murio tu envidia por mi flow pruina
La limosina con libra esterlina tu sueño imposible tener mi marquesina
To la maldiciones tienen su razones, yo seguí joseando llegan bendiciones
Con los leones pitchando cupones, la moña morada dentro de los bluntnes
La combi Givenchy para cerrar los trueques, pa’bajar los cheques
Pa que no pequen yo llamo a Manola para que baje con lo rifle del 97
Mafia The Creator Men!

(translation)

We do this from the heart
This runs through our blood
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
woah woah
Today
Cocky, slow mo'
I walk around the city, making money that they come and I leather it
Let the nigga turn on, your envy died for my flow pruina
The limousine with pound sterling your impossible dream to have my marquee
All the curses have their reasons, I kept joseando blessings arrive
With the lions pitching coupons, the purple ribbon inside the bluntnes
The Givenchy combi to close the barters, to lower the checks
So they don't sin I call Manola to come down with the 97 rifle
You can't imagine all the false corduroy that I have already lost'
They have shaken my hand, they look me in the face, they say they are mine
You don't know what I lost, you didn't see me when I fell
The feds inside the block, me with the bricks inside the Jeep
slow mo'
I walk around the city, making money that they come and I leather it
Let the nigga turn on, your envy died for my flow pruina
The limousine with pound sterling your impossible dream to have my marquee
All the curses have their reasons, I kept joseando blessings arrive
In the whole world they hear my songs, because I wake up with the blessings
A lot of pawns who want the throne, I take this king as a hobby
I make it detonate, seconds over the fractions a couple of times
i feel wild alexander mcqueen i live how i want this is a short film
We put the laser on you when I open the garage
Slow mo' I walk around the city
The herd with the cocolada, me breaking a phillie
Of thousands of whores I want a parade in a hotel in Chile
I'm going to do this shit until I can't breathe
Do not ask me how I did it, because it was not easy for me, it was difficult
My own self, I met my friend in the time of crisis
Time taught me that the bad leaves scars
Because good people and bad people just waiting for you to turn your back to
Put your name on top of a bullet, I'll take your name
Fear
I walk without a vest, the drum comb I lay down the carbon, it weighs nothing
I am praying to Christ to see if he will turn me away from the bad thing
We have work under the bed, let's drop the kilo because now we move a lot
tonne
Forming my empire I am my own boss, I don't care about anything (I don't care about anything)
Hold up, hold up, yeah
slow mo'
I walk around the city, making money that they dance the leather
Let the nigga turn on, your envy died for my flow pruina
The limousine with pound sterling your impossible dream to have my marquee
All the curses have their reasons, I kept joseando blessings arrive
With the lions pitching coupons, the purple ribbon inside the bluntnes
The Givenchy combi to close the barters, to lower the checks
So they don't sin I call Manola to come down with the 97 rifle
Mafia The Creator Men!