Cómo es que hace El Bocón
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Que hace que tu cuerpo se mueva
Se mueva de’s
Se mueva-Se mueva-d’esta
Why?
Say…
¿Cómo es que hace El Bocón?
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Soy actor de fantasias
Compongo mi propia musica
Soy el cantor de cantantes
Te canto dia a dia
Adorador de lo adorable
Pensador de lo impensable
Soy
Y no soy lo que dicen mucha gente por ahi
Que sе guillan de que saben
Y poseen larga lеngua
No me importa lo que hablen
Del corillo ni de mi
Me mantengo en mi equilibrio
Nunca he perdido el balance
Les demuestro mi potencia
A la misma vez que canto
Doy a conocer mi talento
En el arte de cantarte
Comienzo a intercederte
Impresionarte, demostrarte
Lo que tengo
Y es mi mente
Que hace que mi lengua y mis palabras
Hagan la musica diferente
Para la estrategia del comienzo de
Ninguno me copio
Poseo mi propio estilo
Y a la vez soy atrevido
Doy a entender lo que pienso
De lo, mio soy el dueño
En esto llevo empeño
Lo que aprendo te lo enseño
Y no acostumbro a vender sueños
Quiero hablarte
De un suceso
Muchos hechos ocurridos
Asi contarte
Problemas que tuvieron muchos panas mios
Por querer guillarse de gangster
No llegaron a nada
Y empezaron con el vicio de la reina marihuana
Hablarte de la gatillera, mi amiga Susana
Donde quiera dar tiro y fumar mucha marihuana
Tambien hablarte del gran Don Federico
Lo de el era matar y cobrar
Y como le daba al perico
“Gatillo es lo que hay pa’ todo aquel que aqui se luzca”
Así decía
Cuando a la calle el salia
Sin compasion
Sin temor
Los problemas con la gente resolvia
Y eso no es cosa de to’ los dias
De momento
Hizo cambiar la CIA, falta amor y alegria
Porque eso ya no lo tenia
Decayo en
Una grande depresion
Que se empezo a leer la Biblia
Y de sus pecados se arrepentia
Coger por el buen camino decidio
Pero de nada le servia
La gente en el ya no creia
Como quiera trato de salvar
Lo que la vida como el vivia
En la cara se le reian
A pesar de los rechazos
Continuo buscando lo que no encontraba, el
Perdon de Dios
Que era lo que el queria
Hablarte
Sucesos
Muchos hechos ocurridos
Asi contarte
Problemas que tuvieron muchos panas mios
Por querer guillarse de gangster
No llegaron a nada
Y empezaron con el vicio de la
Marihuana
“Yo siempre estoy fumando
Y eso es cosa de todo los dias”
Así decía
Cuando ella se arrebataba
Y con matar es que le daba
Cada vez que ella capiaba el Krippy de vuelta
Así a cualquiera lo fundia
Nunca usaba ninguna pistola
Solamente usaba metralleta
Con eso es que le sometia
No le importaba cuanto le iban a pagar
Como quiera lo hacia
A la muerte no le temia
Tanto gatillo que ha dao
Y no se ha cansao de ver la gente sangrando
Y sus familias llorando
Hasta que se de dio de cuenta
Que la marihuana nada le hacia
Ahi fue que probo la droga, empezo
Le gusto, le estuvo dando
Una semana corrida
Por esa calle no hay salida
Si empezaste, te metiste
Pa’ salir yo pienso que ya es muy tarde
Espero que tu nunca lo hagas
Porque eso nada bueno deja
Solo la hace la gente que es bien pendeja…
Hablarte
Sucesos
Muchos hechos ocurridos
Asi contarte
Problemas que tuvieron muchos panas
Por querer guillarse de gangster
No llegaron a nada
Y empezaron con el vicio de la reina Marihuana
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
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Don Federico Lyrics English
How is it that does the bocon
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That makes your body move
Move from’s
Move-die-d’Esta
WHY?
Say …
How is it that does the bocon?
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I am actor of fantasies
I compose my own music
I am the singing singers
I’ll sing day by day
Adorable worship
Thinner
Am
And I’m not what many people say out there
That sе guillan that they know
And have long lane
I do not care what they speak
Of the corillo or my
I stay in my balance
I have never lost the balance
I show you my power
At the same time I sing
I get to know my talent
In the art of singing
I begin to intercede
Impress yourself, show you
What I have
And it’s my mind
That makes my tongue and my words
Do the music different
For the start strategy of
None copied to me
I have my own style
And at the same time I am daring
I understand what I think
Of what, I am the owner
In this I have pawns
What I learn, I teach you
And I do not usually sell dreams
I want to talk to you
Of an event
Many events that occurred
So tell you
Problems that Many Babans had
For wanting to f#ck Gangster
They did not get anything
And they started with the vice of the queen marijuana
Talk to you about the gator, my friend Susana
Wherever I want to give shot and smoking a lot of marijuana
Also Talk to you about Great Federico
What was to kill and charge
And as he gave the perian
“Trillo is what there is for the one who looks here”
So he said
When on the street the salia
Without compassion
Without fear
Problems with people resolved
And that’s not a thing about ‘the days
At the moment
He changed the CIA, lack love and joy
Because that did not have it anymore
Decayo en
A large depression
That began to read the Bible
And from the sins of him regret
f#ck by the good road, he decided
But it’s nothing
The people in the no longer believe
As I want to save
What life as the living
In the face they laugh
Despite the rejections
Continuous looking for what he did not find, the
God’s forgiveness
What was he who wanted
Talk to you
Events
Many events that occurred
So tell you
Problems that Many Babans had
For wanting to f#ck Gangster
They did not get anything
And they started with the vice of the
Marijuana
“I’m always smoking
And that’s something of all days ”
So he said
When she snatched
And with killing is that he gave him
Every time she caught the Krippy back
So Anyo Fundia
He never used any pistol
He only used submissible
With that is that she subtracts
He did not care how much they were going to pay
As he wants him
To death it did not fear
So much trigger that he has dao
And he has not tired of seeing people bleeding
And the families of it crying
Until he gave account
That marijuana nothing towards
There was that I probed the drug, started
He liked him, he was giving him
A week c#mshot.
For that street there is no output
If you started, you got
Pa ‘go out I think it’s too late
I hope you never do it
Because that nothing good leaves
He only makes people who are well pendeja …
Talk to you
Events
Many events that occurred
So tell you
Problems that many panas had
For wanting to f#ck Gangster
They did not get anything
And they started with the vice of the queen marijuana
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Don Chezina Lyrics – Don Federico
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