Yo! Yo!
Tito el Bambino!
Hey!
Tirando un poco de violencia a los niños
DJ Goldy matando sonidos!
Hey!
Well!
Well!
Hablan de arma y ya no me impresionan
Gente que matan en miles promocionan
En realidad todos son fantasmas
Que a la hora de matar no tienen las agallas
Hablan de arma y ya no me impresionan
Gente que matan en miles promocionan
En realidad todos son fantasmas
Que a la hora de matar no tienen las agallas
Un inocente va cruzando la calle
Por favor, líbralo de los males
En su carro un gatillero enfiebrado
Con un par de pepas el se ha tomado
En su mente lo que trae es su arma
Ya esta loco por sacarla y usarla
Piensa que el inocente le esta nebuleando
Y al segundo lo esta matando
Y no…
No podemos seguir
Incitando a aquel que está en la calle
A que tenga un arma, no
Y no…
No podemos seguir
Incitando a aquel que la tiene
A sacarla y usarla, no
Y a la madre del inocente
Quien podrá consolarla
Hablan de arma y ya no me impresionan
Gente que matan en miles promocionan
En realidad todos son fantasmas
Que a la hora de matar no tienen las agallas
Hablan de arma y ya no me impresionan
Gente que matan en miles promocionan
En realidad todos son fantasmas
Que a la hora de matar no tienen las agallas
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
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Fantasmas Lyrics English
Me! Me!
Tito El Bambino!
Hey!
Pulling some violence to children
DJ Goldy killing sounds!
Hey!
Well!
Well!
They talk about a weapon and they don’t impress me
People who kill in thousands promote
Actually all are ghosts
That when killing they do not have the guts
They talk about a weapon and they don’t impress me
People who kill in thousands promote
Actually all are ghosts
That when killing they do not have the guts
An innocent crossing the street
Please release the evils
In his car a cool cattleman
With a couple of pepas he has taken
In his mind what he brings is his weapon
He is already crazy to take it out and use it
Think that the innocent is nebuleando
And the second he is killing him
And no…
We can not go on
Inciting the one who is on the street
To him have a weapon, no
And no…
We can not go on
Inciting the one who has it
To take it out and use it, no
And to the innocent’s mother
Who can comfort it
They talk about a weapon and they don’t impress me
People who kill in thousands promote
Actually all are ghosts
That when killing they do not have the guts
They talk about a weapon and they don’t impress me
People who kill in thousands promote
Actually all are ghosts
That when killing they do not have the guts
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Tito “El Bambino” Lyrics – Fantasmas