No Pueden Pararme - Ivy Queen

Ela

Let me show who is the realest wela

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A mí no me vengas con cuento, cuanto lo siento

No hable de trono porque se me asiento

En mi barrio le oramos a los muertos

Con mi letra no tengan dilema

Yo sé que soy nena

Pero me buscan porque le doy crema

Y conmigo los machos se ñeman

Brinca deja conmigo se queman

Rah

Uh… rah

Uh… rah

Uh… rah

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Anoche prendimos velones le rezo a mi santo

Pa' que lo vaya guardando

Guáyame canse esperarlo

Y que la falda me estén dando

You crazy motha' fuckers no pueden pararme a mí

Who you suckers think is gonna fuck with me

Rah

Uh… rah

Uh… rah

Uh… rah

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A ti que te gusta la calle

Y que te gusta ser real

Cuida tu espalda que de cualquier Maya sale la semilla del mal

A ti que te gusta la calle

Y que te gusta ser real

Cuida tu espalda que de cualquier Maya sale la semilla del mal

Rah

Uh… rah

Uh… rah

Uh… rah

(The queen is here)

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Yo no creo en hombre porque muchos me han fallao'

Dicen ser mis panas y de espalda me han tirao'

Yo no creo en hombre, no

Si no tienen palabra

Si sola la hago yo

Solito así lo paga

Rah

Uh… rah

Uh… rah

Uh… rah

And the bass goes rum…

Rum… (The queen is here)

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You crazy motha' fuckers no pueden pararme a mí

Who you suckers think is gonna fuck with me

That’s right

Who is gonna fuck with me, tell me who

Rah

Uh…

Filtro, Filtro y yo

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The A

Let me show who is the realest wela

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Don't come to me with a story, how sorry I am

Don't talk about the throne because I sit down

In my neighborhood we pray to the dead

With my lyrics do not have a dilemma

I know I'm a girl

But they look for me because I give them cream

And with me the males ñeman

Jump let me burn

rah

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Last night we lit candles I pray to my saint

So that I keep it

Guayame I'm tired of waiting

And that the skirt is giving me

You crazy motha' fuckers can't stop me

Who you suckers think is gonna fuck with me

rah

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uh… rah

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You who like the street

And that you like to be real

Watch your back that the seed of evil comes from any Maya

You who like the street

And that you like to be real

Watch your back that the seed of evil comes from any Maya

rah

uh… rah

uh… rah

uh… rah

(The queen is here)

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I don't believe in man because many have failed me'

They say they are my panas and they have thrown me on my back

I don't believe in man, no

If they don't have a word

If only I do it

That's how he pays

rah

uh… rah

uh… rah

uh… rah

And the bass goes rum…

Rum… (The queen is here)

And the bass goes rum…

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You crazy motha' fuckers can't stop me

Who you suckers think is gonna fuck with me

That's right

Who is gonna fuck with me, tell me who

rah

uh…

Filter, Filter and me

And the bass goes rum…

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And the bass goes rum…

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