Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guetto, artist - Yulian. Date of issue: 21.02.2019
Song language: Spanish
Guetto(original) |
| El guetto, lo' gunny, la moña de sour, la pila en el hoodie |
| La shorty, el booty, en mi cuello con hielo; |
| cancione' de Boogie |
| Sin compañia con prenda de rubí |
| Inteligencia no creo en su movie |
| Me mira a la cara yo le quito el tubi |
| Mafia me produce de lo 19 |
| En el bulto la 9 con bala 38 |
| La cara morada por la codeína, la puerta pa’rriba en |
| Lente Prada no me diga na', no te creo porque tu ere' rana |
| No tengo la culpa de nace en el bloque |
| Ta' rodeao' de mucha gente mala, ella mueve culo por lo Balenciaga |
| Pa' enrola la grama me pongo la baba (yeah yeah) |
| Toy' acotumbrao' a lo peine banana, tu te acotumbrate' a viví hablando baba |
| la grada subimo a lo octavo, con to' el dinero pero no se acaba |
| Me queme la mano por un par de amigo, que con el tiempo cambiaron la cara |
| No miro el precio de la ropa cara, to' eto' muelto' y bala ya no me acordaba |
| Triple cup, jarabe pa’la tos |
| Esta chip nadie me la enseño |
| Me persigno y reviso la glock, una leyenda como Hector Lavoe |
| Fuck, fuck, fuck… |
| Que se mueran to (fuck fuck) |
| (translation) |
| The guetto, the gunny, the moña de sour, the pile in the hoodie |
| The shorty, the booty, on my neck with ice; |
| boogie song |
| No company with ruby garment |
| Intelligence I don't believe in your movie |
| He looks me in the face and I take off his tubi |
| Mafia produces me from the 19 |
| In the package the 9 with a 38 bullet |
| The face purple by codeine, the door up in |
| Prada lens don't tell me anything, I don't believe you because you are a frog |
| It's not my fault I'm born on the block |
| She's surrounded by many bad people, she moves her ass for Balenciaga |
| To roll up the grass I put on the slime (yeah yeah) |
| I'm used to the banana comb, you got used to living talking slime |
| the tier went up to the eighth, with all the money but it does not end |
| I burned my hand for a couple of friends, who over time changed their faces |
| I don't look at the price of expensive clothes, I'm dead and bullet I no longer remembered |
| Triple cup, cough syrup |
| This chip no one taught me |
| I cross myself and check the glock, a legend like Hector Lavoe |
| Fuck, fuck, fuck… |
| That they die to (fuck fuck) |