Lyrics The soul lyric – La trampa del juego

La trampa del juego Lyrics – The soul lyric

Singer: The soul lyric
Title: La trampa del juego

Toma cógela la vida te aclama
Ellos pensando Beff y yo fumando rama
Viviendo como un pijo mientras grabo crema
Estoy haciendo lana pero a mi manera

Nadie me entiende porque no estoy en su esfera
Estoy quemando billetes porque juego en otra liga
Lo que te han dicho que es bueno seguramente es mentira
Voy a ser pobre pero libre vosotros soy las victimas

Nací lobo no borrego
Desdе que era niño vi la trampa del juеgo
Estoy en la montaña escribiendo algo nuevo
Odio el postureo no alimento mi ego ni quiero

Parte de mi vida no! mi vida es esto
No te rayes piba si no te contesto
Si no quieres hablar mas no te molesto
Directo sin antifaz no como el resto

No necesito dinero voy con lo puesto
Soy fiel al amor pero solo al de mis perros
He visto a las personas como cambian con el tiempo
Por eso escribo odio rodeado de este humo denso

Harto del sistema y de la gente falsa
Que te dice que te quiere y te pega la puñalada
No quiero promesas regalar amor me cansa
Os están robando mientras veis el Barça

Yo ya he visto tu futuro sin tirar cartas
Pa tener tecnología venderás tu alma
Almohadillas de colores para que hagáis Hastak
Ellos no van a parar si no decimos basta

No tengo derechos pero tengo casta
Algunos van hablando que yo hago Trap
Pero no me conocen yo soy chico rasta
Tengo que volar alto por mi y por mi papa

Paso de las personas que me dan la lata
Antes de criticarme te dejo mis zapas
Ten cuidado con lo que amas que el amor te mata
En la cama soy tigre en la calle rata

Vente con migo niña que quiero hacer Pley
Hay miradas en el aire que contienen Hate
Veo esos culos en la pista como me hacen Tuerking
Si no fuera por la pasta seria Cristian Grey

Pa ser un vago todos los días son Free Day
En el amor y en la guerra no hay ley
Si grabo un tema todos gritan Mey Day
Por mucho que critiques yo se que soy el rey

Vente con migo niña que quiero hacer Pley
Hay miradas en el aire que contienen Hate
Veo esos culos en la pista como me hacen Tuerking
Si no fuera por la pasta seria Cristian Grey
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La trampa del juego – English Translation

Toma will take life aclama
They thinking beff and I smoking branch
Living like a pipe while recording cream
I’m doing wool but my way

Nobody understands me because I’m not in your sphere
I’m burning tickets because I play on another league
What they have been told that is good surely it is a lie
I will be poor but free you am the victims

I was born Wolf I do not stragger
I was a child I saw the trap of juale
I’m on the mountain writing something new
I hate the postureus not food my ego nor I want

Part of my life no! my life is this
Do not scratch piba if I do not answer
If you do not want to talk more, I do not bother you
Direct without antifaz not like the rest

I do not need money I go with the position
I am faithful to love but only that of my dogs
I have seen people as they change over time
That’s why I write hate surrounded by this dense smoke

Fed up of system and false people
That tells you that he loves you and the stab sticks
I do not want promises give me love tired me
They are stealing while you see the barça

I have already seen your future without pulling letters
Pa have technology to sell your soul
Colorful pillows so you can do to
They are not going to stop if we do not say enough

I do not have rights but I have caste
Some are talking that I do trap
But do not know me I am a rosta boy
I have to fly high for me and for my dad

Step from the people who give me the can
Before criticizing me I leave you my stays
Be careful what you love that love kills you
In bed I’m tiger on Rat street

Come with me Girl I want to do PLEY
There are looks in the air that contain hate
I see those asses on the track as they make me twist
If it were not for the pasta, it would be cristian gray

To be a vague every day are free day
In love and in war there is no law
If I record a topic all scream mey day
No matter how much I criticize I know that I am the king

Come with me Girl I want to do PLEY
There are looks in the air that contain hate
I see those asses on the track as they make me twist
If it were not for the pasta, it would be cristian gray
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Lyrics The soul lyric – La trampa del juego

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