Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La Calle Sigue , by - yung beef. Release date: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
La Calle Sigue(original) |
| Steve Lean |
| Dímelo Esteban, Pablito |
| Yung Beef, baby (Uh) |
| Dímelo Sou, Flotador |
| Dímelo Gold |
| La Vendición, la Vendición (Shishi Gang) |
| Mala fama, buena vida |
| Sabes que somos los mismos |
| Nadie es más que nadie |
| Yo tenía un panita que le di mi amor, pero se viró |
| Aquí se trabaja y él no madrugó, no se adineró |
| Da dolor de cabeza traer pan a la mesa, no sea' ridículo |
| Que el maleanteo no para, se para tu corazón |
| La calle sigue, el que se va eres tú |
| Y es que en la calle nadie salió bien |
| Y es que ca' día es un regalo |
| Me caí, me he levanta’o |
| Me he levanta’o y me he vuelto a caer |
| Puta, yo no vendo el alma |
| Y aunque aún no la has vendi’o |
| To’s sabemos que la va' a vender |
| Tú no ere' el plug, tú eres costumer, tú está' postural |
| Kefta Boyz en la esquina como póstere' |
| Como loco Street Fighter tengo póstere' |
| Tengo un backstage privado y cóctele' |
| Y a los Mossos tirándole cóctele' |
| Son rico estoy con lo' apóstole', gang |
| Y aunque coma al Foster |
| Tengo a tu puta en mi roster |
| La tengo comiendo oyster |
| Soy underground como oyster |
| Tú, tienes que pagar los coste' |
| La quiero pura, loco, no la corte' |
| Vender la droga aquí e' un deporte |
| Sé que lo mete que no te deporte' |
| Si estás mal po' hazte un polte |
| Up and downs, baby, hazte un polte |
| Yo tenía un panita que le di mi amor, pero se viró |
| Aquí se trabaja y él no madrugó, no se adineró |
| Da dolor de cabeza traer pan a la mesa, no sea' ridículo |
| Que el maleanteo no para, se para tu corazón |
| La calle sigue, el que se va eres tú |
| Y es que en la calle nadie sale bien |
| Y es que ca' día es un regalo |
| Me caí, me he levanta’o |
| Me he levantado y me he vuelto a caer |
| Más fama, más enemigo' |
| Más puta', más guerra, más sangre |
| Más fama, más enemigo' |
| Le damos calambre a to' el que se alambre |
| Dale mamá, buena vida y tú muriéndote de hambre |
| Le damos calambre a to' el que se alambre |
| No juegues conmigo |
| Si jodes conmigo te vamo' a matar |
| Me ha surgi’o un testigo |
| Le mando y abrigo que te dejen sin un respiro |
| Los puertos son míos |
| El lean nunca falta y pa' la calle el trío |
| En la cabina los rifle', diamante' en el cuello flow Migos |
| Mando a uno, ahora lo mando to' al reguero |
| En la calle soy una leyenda |
| En la vida dicen que yo brego |
| Mala fama buena vida |
| Con mis ojos colora’os yo me muero |
| Fumando negro en la calle como Don y Tego |
| Yo tenía un panita que le di mi amor, pero se viró (Ohh) |
| Aquí se trabaja y él no madrugó, no se adineró |
| Da dolor de cabeza traer pan a la mesa, no sea' ridículo (Fuck) |
| Que el maleanteo no para, se para tu corazón (Trra) |
| La calle sigue, el que se va eres tú (Dímelo, Sou) |
| Y es que en la calle nadie sale bien |
| Yo me caí, me he levanta’o |
| Me caí, me he levanta’o |
| Me levanto y no volví a caer |
| Sou |
| Dímelo, Sou |
| Mr Fly |
| De Madrid a PR |
| Yung Beef (Qué) |
| Ja! |
| (Haha) |
| Shorty, come play |
| El hijo 'e puta no es boss (Qué) |
| Mala fama, buena vida (Dímelo, Eli) |
| Siempre en el aire |
| Nunca en el piso |
| Nunca en el fuckin' floor |
| Ja! |
| Gold Goons |
| Steve Lean, Steve Lean, Steve Lean… |
| (translation) |
| Steve Lee |
| Tell me Esteban, Pablito |
| Yung Beef, baby (Uh) |
| Tell me Sou, Float |
| tell me gold |
| The Selling, The Selling (Shishi Gang) |
| Bad fame, good life |
| you know we are the same |
| No one is more than anyone |
| I had a panita that I gave her my love, but she turned around |
| Here you work and he didn't get up early, he didn't get rich |
| It gives you a headache to bring bread to the table, don't be ridiculous |
| That the thug does not stop, your heart stops |
| The street goes on, the one who leaves is you |
| And it is that in the street nobody went well |
| And it is that every day is a gift |
| I fell, I got up |
| I have got up and I have fallen again |
| Bitch, I don't sell my soul |
| And although you haven't sold it yet |
| We all know that he is going to sell it |
| You are not the plug, you are a costumer, you are' postural |
| Kefta Boyz in the corner as a poster |
| Like crazy Street Fighter I have a poster |
| I have a private backstage and cocktails' |
| And the Mossos throwing cocktails at him |
| They are rich I'm with the 'apostle', gang |
| And even if he eats Foster |
| I have your bitch on my roster |
| I have her eating oyster |
| I'm underground like oyster |
| You, you have to pay the cost' |
| I want her pure, crazy, don't cut her |
| Selling the drug here is a sport |
| I know that he puts it that he doesn't deport you' |
| If you're sick po' make yourself a polte |
| Up and downs, baby, make yourself a pole |
| I had a panita that I gave him my love, but he turned around |
| Here you work and he didn't get up early, he didn't get rich |
| It gives you a headache to bring bread to the table, don't be ridiculous |
| That the thug does not stop, your heart stops |
| The street goes on, the one who leaves is you |
| And it is that in the street nobody comes out well |
| And it is that every day is a gift |
| I fell, I got up |
| I have risen and I have fallen again |
| More fame, more enemy' |
| More bitch, more war, more blood |
| More fame, more enemy' |
| We give cramp to whoever is wired |
| Dale mom, good life and you starving |
| We give cramp to whoever is wired |
| Do not mess with me |
| If you fuck with me we're going to kill you |
| A witness has emerged for me |
| I command and shelter you to be left without a break |
| the ports are mine |
| The lean is never lacking and the trio is for the street |
| In the cabin the rifles', diamond' in the neck flow Migos |
| I send one, now I send it all to the mess |
| On the street I'm a legend |
| In life they say that I struggle |
| Bad fame, good life |
| With my red eyes I die |
| Smoking black in the street like Don and Tego |
| I had a panita that I gave him my love, but he turned around (Ohh) |
| Here you work and he didn't get up early, he didn't get rich |
| It gives a headache to bring bread to the table, don't be ridiculous (Fuck) |
| That the thug does not stop, your heart stops (Trra) |
| The street goes on, the one who is leaving is you (Tell me, Sou) |
| And it is that in the street nobody comes out well |
| I fell, I got up |
| I fell, I got up |
| I get up and I did not fall again |
| Sou |
| tell me sou |
| Mr Fly |
| From Madrid to PR |
| Yung Beef (What) |
| Ha! |
| (Haha) |
| Shorty, come play |
| The son of a bitch is not the boss (what) |
| Bad fame, good life (Tell me, Eli) |
| always in the air |
| never on the floor |
| Never on the fuckin' floor |
| Ha! |
| Gold Goons |
| Steve Lean, Steve Lean, Steve Lean… |