Lo Malo - Morad

Y e' que lo malo tú no sale

Y e' que lo malo tú no sale

Nuviala, Nuviala, Nuviala

El de la calle (El de la calle)

Y dímelo Beny (Y dime Beny)

Y dímelo Beny (Mira)

Y viene', luego coge' y te va'

Y viene' y no quiere' luego tú ya volver

Por amore' no sufro nunca la ansieda'

El dinero todo en la calle puede resolver

Te quiero, pero no te quiero para pelear

Y tú me quiere', pero me quiere' pa' discusione'

En amore' te me pone' incluso a marea'

Marearme en toda' la' situacione'

Que si celo, no te celo, yo me dormía en tu pelo

Y cantarte algo malo ahora yo no puedo

Al final y al cabo peleamo' y mira dónde quedó

Y a tu padre incluso yo lo sedo

Aunque no sepa lo' comentario' y to' lo bueno

Para ti, dime, ¿qué ha sido lo mejor?

El único que a ti no te crea el dolor

Y el rencor no lo tengo y tampoco temor

Lo malo tú no sale

Mira

Y es que lo malo tú no sale

Me dice' que lo deja', e' que poquito te vale

Por la noche a vece' sale

Y pasa y los hombre' rápido ya la huelen

Me tiene haciendo con uno' malabare'

He conocido incluso hasta su mare

Y por má' que el tiempo nos separe

No va a haber ningún hombre que se me compare

Hombre' yo sé que tú tienes uno' pare'

Hombre' yo sé que tú tienes uno' pare'

Pero dime la verdad, si como yo hay má' de dos iguale'

Me tienes haciendo una locura, locura, locura, locura, locura rara

Porqué ni si quiera yo soy el malo, el malo, el malo, el malo, y ahora yo de

malo

Tú quiere' ser la mala, y por mala te salió todo caro

Tú quiere' ser la mala, y de mala-ah

Y no entiendo por qué cae' en egoísmo

El criterio no lo tiene' de verda'

Me pelea por lo' celo', y e' lo mismo

Lo mismo que parece incluso una enfermeda'

Y te conozco, más que de mayor de eda'

Y tu padre qué pensará

¿Cuánto tiempo?, y dime, ¿cuánto tiempo?

Y es que lo malo tú no sale

Me dice' que lo deja', e' que poquito te vale

Por la noche a vece' sale

Y pasa y los hombre' rápido ya la huelen

Me tiene haciendo con uno malabare'

He conocido incluso hasta su mare

Y por má' que el tiempo nos separe

No va a haber ningún hombre que se me compare

Hombre' yo sé que tú tienes uno' pare'

Hombre' yo sé que tú tienes uno' pare'

Pero dime la verdad, si como yo hay má' de dos iguale'

Si e' que pa' qué pelea' tanto

And it's bad that you don't come out

And it's bad that you don't come out

Nuviala, Nuviala, Nuviala

The one on the street (The one on the street)

And tell me Beny (And tell me Beny)

And tell me Beny (Look)

And it comes ', then take 'and you go'

And he comes 'and he doesn't want' then you come back

For love' I never suffer the anxiety'

The money all in the street can solve

I love you, but I don't want you to fight

And you love me, but you love me for discussions

In amore' you put me' even to tide'

Get dizzy in all' the' situation'

That if I'm jealous, I'm not jealous, I slept in your hair

And sing you something bad now I can't

In the end we fought and look where it ended

And your father even I sedate him

Even if you don't know the 'comment' and all the good

For you, tell me, what has been the best?

The only one who does not create pain for you

And I don't have rancor and I don't fear either

The bad thing you don't come out

Look

And the bad thing is that you don't come out

He tells me 'let him leave', and 'how little is worth to you

At night sometimes 'he goes out

And it happens and the men' quickly already smell it

He got me juggling one

I have even met his mare

And no matter how much time separates us

There will be no man who compares to me

Man' I know that you have one' stop'

Man' I know that you have one' stop'

But tell me the truth, if like me there are more than two equals

You got me doing crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy weird

Because I'm not even the bad one, the bad one, the bad one, the bad one, and now I

evil

You want to be the bad one, and for being bad, everything was expensive

You want to be the bad one, and bad-ah

And I don't understand why he falls into selfishness

The criterion does not have it 'for real'

I fight for the 'zeal', and it's the same

The same thing that even seems like a disease'

And I know you, more than when I was older'

And what will your father think?

How long?, and tell me, how long?

And the bad thing is that you don't come out

He tells me 'let him leave', and 'how little is worth to you

At night sometimes 'he goes out

And it happens and the men' quickly already smell it

He has me juggling with one

I have even met his mare

And no matter how much time separates us

There will be no man who compares to me

Man' I know that you have one' stop'

Man' I know that you have one' stop'

But tell me the truth, if like me there are more than two equals

If e' that pa' why fight' so much