El Delito Lyrics – Ivan Cano & Bombony Montana
Singer: Ivan Cano & Bombony Montana
Title: El Delito
Saltaba la ley con pértiga
Dibujaba lineas en vertical
De negro y cara tapada era su estética
La droga era original, las bambas réplica
Dentro de esa pastilla mierda sintética
Una pistola de descargas eléctricas
Cuchillos y demás armas bélicas
Los ojos como los faros de un Celica
Comiendo Lyrica sin receta médica
Acabó en una manta térmica
Desde ese maldito día sufre la perdida
Y su pobre madre histérica
Acabo en una clínica, esquizofrénica
Problemas con la benemérita
Piensa que su rutina es patética
Aun en pié como la ruina de Mérida
Como un gato gastándose la séptima
Puntos, sеllos, sounds, son balas
Sin saber en que dirеcción dispara
Si caen en las manos equivocadas
A sabe que será mañana…
Se acaba el bote de Xanax
Pan pa’ hoy, hambre pa’ mañana
En una furgoneta con las lunas tintadas
El maletero lleno, la matricula tapada
Invaden la otra calzada
Creen que los evade pero la suerte esta echada
Reza lo que sabe y se acuerda de su mama
Porque si lo cogen no hay coartada
Sirenas y grilletes
En la espalda las botas de un agente
Que tiene derecho a lo de siempre
Esta noche va a dormir caliente
Tienes que saber donde te metes
Le piden algún año y varios meses
El abogao’, la fiscal, los jueces
Ya no sirve de nada que reces
Lo mandan a un acuario sin peces
Aquí se afilan palos, no dientes
No vera de cerca a su gente
Pasan tantas cosas por su mente
Esta noche no puede dormir
Mañana no verá el sol salir
Piensa: ¿Qué será de mí?
Maldito el delito que le hizo estar allí
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El Delito – English Translation
Jumping the law with pole
Drawing lines in vertical
Of black and covered face was his aesthetic
The drug was original, the bambas replica
Inside that pill Synthetic sh#t
A pistol of electric shock
Knives and other war weapons
The eyes like the headlights of a celica
Eating Lyrica without a prescription
He finished in a thermal blanket
From that damn day he suffers the loss
And his poor hysterical mother
I finish in a clinic, schizophrenic
Problems with the Benemérita
Think that the routine of it is pathetic
Even in piye as the ruin of Mérida
Like a cat spending the seventh
Points, sеllos, sounds, are bullets
Without knowing what dirrection shoots
If they fall into the wrong hands
He knows it will be tomorrow …
The Xanax can ends
Bread pa ‘today, hungry pa’ tomorrow
In a van with tinted moons
The full trunk, the enrollled enrollment
Invade the other road
Believe that you evade but luck is thrown
Reza what he knows and remembers his mom
Because if I catch it, there is no alibi
Sirens and shackles
In the back the boots of an agent
That has the right to always
Tonight goes to sleep hot
You have to know where you get
They ask him one year and several months
El Abogao ‘, the prosecutor, the judges
It is no longer useful that you recircle
They send it to an aquarium without fish
Here sticks sticks, not teeth
Do not look closely at your people
So many things happen because of your mind
Tonight can not sleep
Tomorrow you will not see the sun going out
Think: What will be me?
Damn the crime that made him be there
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Lyrics Ivan Cano & Bombony Montana – El Delito
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