Flores - Chucky73

Chucky

El de la voz que pone tu cuero mojá

Freire on the beat

Ey, yo no quiero flore' en el día de mi muerte

Yo 'toy en la calle, to' se corre con suerte

Ello' dicen que te aman pero en la mala quieren verte

Siempre ando con lo' mío', Dio' que reparta suerte

Si yo quiero buscarme, buscarme

A la mala quiero echarme

A lo' haters que no llamen

'Tan harto 'e difamarme, -famarme

Pero no les sale tienen que sportarme

Ey, há

Y yo me la busco tranquilo (uh)

Tienen to' que darme hilo

Ello' hablan mierda a mi espalda pero de frento son mi' pupilo'

Yo no confío en amigo'

Y meno' en esto' fulano'

En la' buena' ello' 'tan contigo pero en la mala se vuelven gusano

Pero yo sigo aquí, puesto pa' lo mío nunca para ti

Fue mucha' la' noche' que me deprimí

Ahora el se puso pa' mi

Ello' no creyeron y no están aquí

Sintieron la para encima de un beat

Hago lo que quiera desde que nací

Ahora estamo' ballin' flow Miami Heat

Si yo quiero buscarme, buscarme

A la mala quiero echarme

A lo' haters que no llamen

'Tan harto 'e difamarme, -famarme

Pero no les sale tienen que sportarme

Y yo quiero buscarme, buscarme

A la mala quiero echarme

A lo' haters que no llamen

'Tan harto 'e difamarme, -famarme

Pero no les sale tienen que sportarme

Ey, há

Ahora no salgo del banco

Tengo un contable que pregunta cuánto

Son pal' de mile' cuando canto

Si no e' feria entonce' no te me planto

No me pregunte' si me busco porque sin mentirte me’echado uno' cuanto'

Un flow caro

Vi tu' bolsillo' y tu cuenta está en llanto, há

Mírame bien, yo tengo la' paca', billete' de cien

Me sobran de má' y mujere' también

La' tengo loca' me tiran al DM

Pero no le hago caso, no

Buscan beneficio y lo mío yo lo hago hacia el paso, wow

Vengo de la calle y a cuero' yo no le hago caso, no

Jeje, Chucky

Yo no le hago caso, no (el de la voz que pone tu cuero)

Ey, yo no quiero flore' en el día de mi muerte

Yo 'toy en la calle, to' se corre con suerte

Ello' dicen que te aman pero en la mala quieren verte

Siempre ando con lo' mío', Dio' que reparta suerte

chucky

The one with the voice that puts your wet leather

Freire on the beat

Hey, I don't want to flower on the day of my death

I 'play in the street, everyone' runs with luck

They' say they love you but in the bad they want to see you

I always go with what' mine ', God' that distributes luck

If I want to look for myself, look for me

I want to throw myself out

To the haters who don't call

'So fed up 'and defame me, -fame me

But it doesn't work out for them, they have to support me

Hey ha

And I look for it calmly (uh)

They have to' give me thread

They' talk shit behind my back but up front they are my' pupil'

I don't trust a friend

And less 'in this' so-and-so'

In the 'good' it' 'so with you but in the bad they become worm

But I'm still here, put for what's mine, never for you

It was a lot of' the' night' that I got depressed

Now he got pa 'me

They did not believe and they are not here

They felt the stop on top of a beat

I do what I want since I was born

Now we're ballin' flow Miami Heat

If I want to look for myself, look for me

I want to throw myself out

To the haters who don't call

'So fed up 'and defame me, -fame me

But it doesn't work out for them, they have to support me

And I want to look for myself, look for myself

I want to throw myself out

To the haters who don't call

'So fed up 'and defame me, -fame me

But it doesn't work out for them, they have to support me

Hey ha

Now I don't leave the bank

I have an accountant who asks how much

They are pal' de mile' when I sing

If it's not fair then I won't plant you

Don't ask me 'if I'm looking for myself because without lying to you, you gave me one' how much'

An expensive flow

I saw your 'pocket' and your account is in tears, ha

Take a good look at me, I have the 'paca', one-hundred-dollar bill

I have plenty of more 'and women' too

The' I have crazy' they throw me to the DM

But I don't listen to him, no

They seek profit and I do mine towards the pass, wow

I come from the street and I don't pay attention to him, no

Hehe Chucky

I don't pay attention to him, no (the one with the voice that puts your leather)

Hey, I don't want to flower on the day of my death

I 'play in the street, everyone' runs with luck

They' say they love you but in the bad they want to see you

I always go with what' mine ', God' that distributes luck