Sangre Lyrics – Fiallo
Singer: Fiallo
Title: Sangre
Es el Flamed en el beat
Woah, ah
Yeah
Es el Flamed en el beat
Ah
Yeah
Ah
Yeah
Aún tengo deudas con mi lápiz por lo que escribí
Por las noches que estaba ebrío y reventé otro beat
Mamá quería una carrera y no me decidí
Me dijo: “Qué pa’ qué servía?”
Y le mostré un CD
Sigo escribiendo sin dormir para sentir que vivo el sueño
Haciendo mis primeros trazos desde que еstaba pequeño
Siendo un еrmitaño y no vengo a fruncirme el ceño
Aunque mis huellas son historia para el HipHop Cucuteño
Don’t worry about more time, yo sigo ready to die
Queríamos robar amor al propio estilo Bonnie and Clyde
Le dije que amaba el rap, no le gustó, me dijo bye
Desde entonces solo muestro sentimientos frente al mic
Ella soñaba con París, mil bolsillos y un Platiní
Y una me cortó la cara, al estilo Ribéry
Sé que olvidaré mis barras, como ella me olvidó a mi
Su ataque mas efectitvo que los de Thierry Henry
Verse
Era su cuerpo Pettit contra mi alma tan dañina
Sigo trasnochándome sampleando ruidos de cantina
En la misma esquina que saqué cana vecina
Sigo con mi hoja en blanco pero rojas las retinas
Al César lo que es del César
Lo que agolla no es sorpresa
Vivo encerrado en la pieza, el karma me tiene de presa
Aunque me acuesto tranquilo sin matarme la cabeza
Por decirle a mi abuelo lo que su apellido pesa
Estoy haciendo que su sangre sea la sangre del under
Haciendo la guerra un arte
Dejando perlas aparte
Sé que dios no me ayuda porque me despierto tarde
Y seré leyenda en mi barrio como Big L lo fue en Harlem
Ah, yeah, ah
Ah, yeah
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Sangre – English Translation
It’s the flamed in Beat
Woah, ah
Yeah
It’s the flamed in Beat
Ah
Yeah
Ah
Yeah
I still have debts with my pencil for what I wrote
At night I was drunk and I burst another beat
Mom wanted a career and I didn’t decide
He told me: “What pa ‘what did it work?”
And I showed him a CD
I keep writing without sleep to feel that I live the dream
Making my first strokes since I had little
Being a little one and I don’t come to frown
Although my footprints are history for the Cucuteño hiphop
Don’s Worry About More Time, I am still ready to die
We wanted to steal love of their own style bonnie and clyde
I told him that I loved rap, he didn’t like it, Bye told me
Since then I only show feelings in front of the mic
She dreamed with Paris, a thousand pockets and a platini
And one cut my face, Ribéry style
I know I will forget my bars, as she forgot me
His most effective attack than Thierry Henry
See yourself
It was his Petit body against my soul so harmful
I’m still transnocating sampling canteen noises
In the same corner that I took a neighbor
I continue with my blank sheet but red retinas
To Caesar what is Caesar’s
What Agolls is no surprise
I live locked in the piece, karma has me in prey
Although I go to bed calm without killing my head
To tell my grandfather what his last name weighs
I am making your blood the blood of the under
Making war an art
Leaving pearls apart
I know that God does not help me because I wake up late
And I will be a legend in my neighborhood as Big L was in Harlem
Ah, Yeah, Ah
Ah yeah
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Lyrics Fiallo – Sangre
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