Blue Magic - Yulian

Yeah

Aqui sobran toda la herramienta y paramo' lowkey

Esto cabrone hablan de Jesus (hablan de Jesus yeah)

Esto cabrone hablan de Jesus como tu piensa que to’eto Judas no abriran su boca

para hablar de mi (ha)

Hacemo cultura, rich gang como Young Thug

Demasiada piedra tiene mi reloj (tiene mi reloj)

Yo queria ser milo antes de los 22 (yeah)

Me enamore del trap y mis novias se llama la Glock (prrr yeah)

Yo he ganao’dinero (yeah)

Mucho amigo nuevo (no)

He botao lo chavo adentro del putero

He perdio amigo sin decir adios se van en un viaje directo pa’cielo (damn, yeah)

Pero eso no es nuevo

Porque si e’la calle corremo el ghetto como lo prieto

Si cantan 30 no damo' detalle

Si un dia me caigo pero que mi shooter tiren y no fallen

O que te buquen en la mini-van junto a los Rottweiler

Somo pure, blue magic, no tenemos corte (tenemo'corte)

Por ta abusando me' ta citando la Suprema Corte (yeah)

High class un nuevo porte

Tengo lo gringo tirando del norte pa que mi flow puro dominicano yo se lo

deporte

To lo’gramo al lado dinero sin money machine

Los Louis Vuittin lo ropa roja y no es San Valentin (damn)

Me bautizaron yo soy un G

Gangsta, prendo en el carro todo el humo parece neblina te puede dar asco

Yeah, lean en el galon

Hago una oracion, por lo unico que se quedaron en el callejon

No tenia na en la cartera, ahora subo un post con un fajo de 100 en la Louis

Vuitton, todo activo por si tu ronca en una ocacion

Yo he ganao’dinero (yeah)

Mucho amigo nuevo (no)

He botao lo chavo adentro del putero

He perdio amigo sin decir adios se van en un viaje directo pa’cielo (damn, yeah)

yeah

Here all the tools are left over and we stopped lowkey

This bastard talk about Jesus (they talk about Jesus yeah)

This bastard talks about Jesus like you think that all of Judas will not open their mouths

to talk about me (ha)

We do culture, rich gang like Young Thug

Too much stone has my watch (has my watch)

I wanted to be milo before 22 (yeah)

I fell in love with trap and my girlfriends are called the Glock (prrr yeah)

I have earned money (yeah)

A lot of new friend (no)

I have thrown the chavo inside the whorehouse

I have lost a friend without saying goodbye, they go on a direct trip to heaven (damn, yeah)

But that's not new

Because if the street runs the ghetto like the dark

If they sing 30 we don't give details

If one day I fall but let my shooter shoot and don't miss

Or get picked up in the mini-van with the Rottweilers

We are pure, blue magic, we do not have a cut (we have a cut)

For ta abusing me, citing the Supreme Court (yeah)

High class a new bearing

I have the gringo pulling from the north so that my pure Dominican flow I know it

sport

To the gram next to money without money machine

Louis Vuittin wears it red and it's not Valentine's Day (damn)

They baptized me I am a G

Gangsta, I light up in the car all the smoke looks like fog it can make you sick

Yeah, lean on the gallon

I say a prayer, for the only thing that stayed in the alley

I had nothing in my wallet, now I upload a post with a wad of 100 in the Louis

Vuitton, all active in case you snore on occasion

I have earned money (yeah)

A lot of new friend (no)

I have thrown the chavo inside the whorehouse

I have lost a friend without saying goodbye, they go on a direct trip to heaven (damn, yeah)