No Me Corre Police Letra – Daddy Yankee

No Me Corre Police Letra by Daddy Yankee

Call man
Con quién
Con el Blunt Rey Pirin
Blu-hunt

No me corren Police
I hold up
Naki, Naki, Naki
Primero-ma

Primero-ma
Primero-ma
Primero escucha (Well)
Cuando al ignorante que está cancion orienta (Well)

Primero-ma
Primero-ma
Primero-ma
Primero escucha (Well)

Cuando al ignorante que está cancion orienta (Well)
Incredible
Incredible
Incredible

Incredible style
Mi estilo de calle pero si la Beretta (Well)
Incredible
Incredible

Incredible
Incredible style
Mi estilo de calle pero si la Beretta (Well)
Call man

Con quién
Con el Blunt Rey Pirin
Blu-hunt
No me corren Police

I hold up
Naki, Naki, Naki
Vaquero, lucío Pirin Blunt
Con lirica de A a la Z

Check pon di gyal, como mato al criticón
Dice
Es de Jehova para Satan
I’m not a ghetto man

I’m not a killa man
Pero dime si tu quieres probar mi gunshot
I’m not a ghetto man
I’m not a killa man

Ahora te canto junto a Daddy El Winchesta
Mi nombre es Pirin Blunt, Boricua Guerrero
Y Canales mi aldea
I got the boom-boom fire para el batallón

Conmigo no se intrometa
Call man
Con quién
Con el Blunt Rey Pirin

Blu-hunt
No me corren Police
I hold up
Naki, Naki, Naki

Mamase, mamasa, mamakoosa
Mamá dime por que con papá tu me acusa
Mamá dice “Chico usted cantando se abusa”
Papá dice “Déjalo alli en par de cunas”

Bwoy!
Mamase, mamasa, mamakoosa
Mamá dime por que con papá tu me acusa
Mama dijo “Usted cantando, abusa”

Papá dice “Déjalo rocheao en par de cunas”
Mad bwoy!
Ten cuidao tu estilo al caminar
Me espera en la calle, tengo en fe “El Funeral”

Como dije antes “No Problema”
Bendición al enemigo siempre reprochar
Platico en la calle y me voy a caminar
Enemigo digo, tengo mente de revolución

Paparapa-Paparapa anuncia es Guatauba
Call man
Con quién
Con el Blunt Rey Pirin

Blu-hunt
No me corren Police
I hold up
Naki, Naki, Naki

Mil maneras faciles
De orientar los habiles
Fuerte como Hercules
Saca AK Full-Killer

Not…
Me tell them sure
Rey Pirin no adora santos de cemento
Tampoco a la Virgen

Solo le agradezco porque mi album salió
Brujeria ni Santeria es mi argumento
Solo mezclo lirica y las hago Cemento
El que te canta es el de la lirica especial

Pues por na’ mi nombre es Blunt
Call man
Con quién
Con el Blunt Rey Pirin

Blu-hunt
No me corren Police
I hold up
Naki, Naki, Naki

Ten cuidao tu estilo al hablar
Gente va a la tumba por no cuidar la lengua
Porque no son sabios siempre al expresar
La hija de Dios se llama La Verdad

Yankee Man expresa solamente realidad
Con su socio Rey Pirin a atacar (The Blunt)
Ten cuidado en la discoteca
Que no te vaya papito a madrugar

Porque tu bebiste, alcohol de más
Y fumaste de más… Que, ganja
Me said!
Ten cuidao te van a madrugar

Cuando saques te van a responder con AK
Y después tu mamá sufrirá de más
Me bawl, well!
Call man

Con quién
Con el Blunt Rey Pirin
Blu-hunt
Y corre por tu ser…
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No Me Corre Police Lyrics English

Call Man.
With whom
With the Blunt Rey Pirin
Blu-Hunt.

Do not run a police
I Hold Up.
Naki, Naki, Naki
First-MA

First-MA
First-MA
First listen (Well)
When the ignorant that this is a song orientation (well)

First-MA
First-MA
First-MA
First listen (Well)

When the ignorant that this is a song orientation (well)
Incredible
Incredible
Incredible

Incredible Style
My street style but if the Beretta (Well)
Incredible
Incredible

Incredible
Incredible Style
My street style but if the Beretta (Well)
Call Man.

With whom
With the Blunt Rey Pirin
Blu-Hunt.
Do not run a police

I Hold Up.
Naki, Naki, Naki
Cowboy, Lucio Pirin Blunt
With Lirica from A to Z

Check pon di gyal, as killed at the critic
It says
It’s from Jehovah for Satan
I’m not ghetto man

I’m not Killa Man
But tell me if you want to try my gunshot
I’m not ghetto man
I’m not Killa Man

Now I’ll sing next to Daddy the Winchesta
My name is Pirin Blunt, Boricua Guerrero
And channels my village
I Got The Boom-Boom Fire for the Battalion

With me it is not introduced
Call Man.
With whom
With the Blunt Rey Pirin

Blu-Hunt.
Do not run a police
I Hold Up.
Naki, Naki, Naki

Mamase, Mamasta, Mamakoosa
Mom tell me because with dad you accuse me
Mom says “boy you singing is abused”
Dad says “Leave it there pair with cribs”

Bwoy!
Mamase, Mamasta, Mamakoosa
Mom tell me because with dad you accuse me
Mama said “you singing, abuse”

Dad says “Dejélo Rocheao in Par of Cots”
MAD BWOY!
Have take care of your style when walking
I wait for me on the street, I have in faith “El Funeral”

As I said before “no problem”
Blessing to the enemy always reproach
Talk on the street and I’m going to walk
Enemy I say, I have a mind of revolution

Paparapa-paparapapa announces is guatauca
Call Man.
With whom
With the Blunt Rey Pirin

Blu-Hunt.
Do not run a police
I Hold Up.
Naki, Naki, Naki

Thousand ways easy
To guide the skills
Strong as hercules.
SACA AK FULL-KILLER

Not …
Me Tell Them Sure
King Pirin does not love cement saints
Either the Virgin

I just appreciate it because my album came out
Witchcraft nor santeria is my argument
Only lyricly mix and I make cement
The one that sings is that of special lyric

Because by na ‘my name is blunt
Call Man.
With whom
With the Blunt Rey Pirin

Blu-Hunt.
Do not run a police
I Hold Up.
Naki, Naki, Naki

Have take care of your style when speaking
People go to the grave for not taking care of the tongue
Because they are not wise always when expressing
The daughter of God is called the truth

Yankee Man only says reality
With the partner of him Rey Pirin to attack (The Blunt)
Be careful in the disco
Do not go daddy to get up early

Because you drinked, more alcohol
And smoked more … than, Ganja
I SAID!
Have take care of you are going to get up

When you go to answer you with AK
And then your mom will suffer from more
Me Bawl, Well!
Call Man.

With whom
With the Blunt Rey Pirin
Blu-Hunt.
And run for your being …
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Daddy Yankee Lyrics – No Me Corre Police

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No Me Corre Police