Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love , by - Yulian. Release date: 21.02.2019
Song language: Spanish
Love(original) |
| Me voy a morir en la calle no en mi cama |
| Desde que soy un niño el dinero a mi me llama (blessed) |
| Viendo la sangre derramada con ma' de mil preguntas y la respuesta no llegaba |
| Me enamore de to la salma' de hacer dinero sucio pero sin vender mi alma |
| Me enamore de ete' juego |
| Conoco' eto envidioso como si fueran mi pana |
| Inteligencia de Escobar |
| Tenemo el control movemo' por el canal |
| Ella mueve el culo pa’que yo comience a celebrar |
| Tu nacite' pa’roncar nosotro siempre pa' ganar |
| Afuera del club yo controlo el personal |
| Siempre real ahora ello tu no quieren cambiar |
| Aqui sobran bala pa’guerriar |
| Vamo’a morir superstar |
| Tu sabe que no la quiero soltar así fuerte |
| Cambiando el clima, mi ki es muy alto, nada me lastima |
| ¿Por que subetima'? |
| si ahora tamo' arriba |
| 400 giga, se rompió el tabaco |
| Gua’buca el papel, pasale saliva |
| En el banco yo’toy chilindrina, eto' rapero quieren que le’criba |
| Pero mi letra salen en cabina |
| Yo cambie de flow y ello no combinan |
| Sigo vivo me querían ve’muerto |
| Pasamo’el trabajo por el aeropuerto |
| (translation) |
| I'm going to die in the street not in my bed |
| Since I was a child, money calls me (blessed) |
| Seeing the spilled blood with more than a thousand questions and the answer did not come |
| I fell in love with all the soul' of making dirty money but without selling my soul |
| I fell in love with this game |
| I know these envious people as if they were my corduroy |
| Escobar Intelligence |
| We have control, we move through the channel |
| She moves her ass so that I start to celebrate |
| You were born to snore, we always to win |
| Outside the club I control the staff |
| Always real now it you don't want to change |
| Here there are plenty of bullets to fight |
| Let's die superstar |
| You know that I don't want to let go so hard |
| Changing the weather, my ki is very high, nothing hurts me |
| Why underestimate'? |
| yes now we're up |
| 400 gig, tobacco broke |
| Gua'buca the paper, pass it saliva |
| In the bank I'm a chilindrina, this rapper wants me to screen him |
| But my lyrics come out in the booth |
| I changed the flow and it does not combine |
| I'm still alive they wanted me dead |
| We pass the work through the airport |