Cosquillita Lyrics In English Translation – Residente
Cosquillita Lyrics In English Translation – Residente: Presenting the lyrics of the song “Cosquillita” sung by Residente.
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Song: Cosquillita
Singer: Residente
Cosquillita Lyrics In English Translation – Residente
I am ashamed
Have to use my skills against a asshole that tattooed hair on the head
A bobolón that is created cool
That an implant was made in the head, but with the hair 'of the ass
This Dracula boy is so asshole
Which is reflected in all mirror '
It is believed to be a bat, but it is a reborn
That's why a pit without onion and without garlic
Nah, you don't ere 'Plaka-Planta
You ere 'the only vampire who wants them to bury the stake
You are a case of beautiful psychology
A asshole from the San Antonio Abad school that thinks he is mafia
A Delirium guy from marginalized thugs
Golf 'field raised, with the' pink 'slapping
A lifeless life of mosquito
Who fuck in the hamlet played tennis from Chamaquito?
A asshole without scar '
From Doctore ', Architect' and Raíce 'Family
To the asshole 'like you I fago them, yes
You are from H, but smell
This bobolón does not know what a blackout is
He doesn't know what is bathing with cold gallon water
He doesn't know what it is not even to have pa 'gasoline
You don't know what it is to work at $ 4.25 without tip
What did not live, imagines it
He doesn't know what a steady is and runs from Trujillo to Carolina
Your Credibilida 'on the street slips without shampoo
You ere 'of the combo of those who never left the light
Your true combo dresses in silk
The Cosculluela, the Pierluisi, the Fortuño, the Fonalleda
Today I give this cricket so hard
That after this your family is going to change the last name
I have won it, I'm a caste.
Mine was Suda'o, yours inherited
You got into this strip
Because I am the electric plant that turns on your career
You hid the privilege 'that you always had
To sell that ere 'from a neighborhood where you never lived
You disguised yourself from another, you settled on the ship
You should pay royalties to the narco '
For stealing an image for trying to be a star
The street did not make you, you took advantage of it
A prince will never be from the people, his highness
Those who work eight to five do not go with royalty
They do not run the sled 'red patent leather
In Puerto Rico, snow falls, we greet us' under the sun
In the sauce, Mount inside, from Trujillo in front of the lake
To the asshole 'e Santa Cos today comes his magician king
With resident nobody survives
Even if I am only against the twenty pelabicho 'that they write to you
I'm not René Pérez
Writing I am God, I decide who lives or who dies
[Chorus: Gabriel Cabra]
Decide-to-say how many are going to die
Decide-to-tell who are going to live
Decide-to-say how many are going to die
Decide-to-tell who are going to live
Decide-to-say how many are going to die
Decide-to-tell who are going to live
Decide-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir -Dir-Dir How many are going to die
[Verse 2: resident]
Prrum, if I catch it on the street says
Prrum, I caught it and began to cry
I put you 'to the car and I only talked to you the clear
Even in Miami I threw you with a shoe on the face
And I went down for quintana, to 'the neighborhood was with me
I was read for that day I go to my fist 'with you
But you were 'shit with the pants' meao'
If it weren't for Elijah would have already crossed
And with Christian I got to your recording studio
And you recorded a video or asking for forgiveness
I could finish your career, the end of the finale '
But I didn't want to climb Na 'in the' Social 'Rede
Being lion being the two would be a pathetic movement
Now you come 'And it throws me', you don't talk to me 'ethics
You ere 'a porcuta chota addicted to the Perco, racist
A worm with fear, a kneeling statesman
Your code 'smell fuck' and bathroom
You Ere 'Friend of the Periquero Mayor who censored me four year'
Nor that Xander Zaya ', Juanma López e' What you ere '
A BOFEÁ 'Cage' that hits the women '
And I came to teach your children, my brother
That blackness in Puerto Rican comes from the African continent
I came to teach your son '
That more neighborhood than you, children, were Maelo and Cortijo
That in the hamlets 'there are young people' who get up early
To give a hall of art, class 'class' class and piano
For a rich pendejo from Palmas del Mar
To say that with its plaka-plaka it comes to kill us
At no cost, daddy, without trick '
To your son 'Every time I throw me', I educate you
Even if you ask the star 'and the Astro'
If you throw twenty sees ', twenty vece' I'm going to be your stepfather
[Verse 3: resident]
I have a problem, I think
And it is never going back
When I can aggregate with my liriqueo
Like an owl in a trees, I no longer blink
Because I seek fear, but I don't see it
And is that fear with me urinates on top
With my rhyme that summer is depressed
I'm Jay-Z with Victor Jara, I'm the sky 'of Hiroshima
I am the sun in your face in the Sahara desert
I am too much to 'you', my bar 'are made of steel
What Shot is so heavy that I now write in the Parede '
Because to be honest
There is no paper that endures the word 'that releases my pen
Every time I throw along the track strongly
Millionaire 'The Dentist' are made
Gracia 'To this lyricist who hits as coup
To'a these people when I spit for the mic, you spit their tooth '
[Chorus: Gabriel Cabra & Resident]
Decide-to-say how many are going to die
Decide-to-tell who are going to live
Decide-to-say how many are going to die
Decide-to-tell who are going to live
Decide-to-say how many are going to die
Decide-to-tell who are going to live
Decide-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir -Dir-Tell how many are going to die (I, I, Me)
[Verse 4: resident]
I start writing, I am a gifted
How do you go, I fight with your eyes bandaged '
He says he is undefeated, the Mayweather of the Rapeo
But I am UFC, there is no boxing rule '
This went by knockout, I went out the wide door
Only someone who lost needs a rematch
José or José, I don't know, but I know
That the word "tour" you don't know it '
I later 'from this or answer
Only a millionaire, boring and unemployed has time for this
For me continues to pray
I am not an atheist because I believe in the game of ass that I am giving you
In Trujillo Alto people are well felt
Because you get to war, but from Florida
Instead I am here with my people, above 'the bridge
My brother, come, so they don't tell you
With your own 'bar' your argument 'collapses
Even your country must be stirring in the grave
What are you saying hummingbird?
That the Cuban of outside in Miami cannot fight for their country?
Undoubtedly
Puerto Rico is so fucking ', you bastard, that you fight although alive' on the moon
And you have dedicated any prize to Elijah? None
Why? Because you have never earned one
[Verse 5: resident]
I don't talk about comb ', I don't talk about rifle'
The one who is going to do something does not tell me
The holy 'and the water of Lake Carraizo in Trujillo bless me protect me
I found the Iron bullet to these calves'
When I find myself to write
In burial mode, the head wick's head short
And I kill the dog
Rapper 'of lie
That as a thugs' dress, they do not resist
Because all their writer 'are ghost', BU!
And the ghost 'do not exist
Rhyming in Spanish, undefeated as Rocky Marciano
This pig got into the Roman Empire
A Hispanic rapper, Republican
The Urban Paris Hilton
The relief of myself 'I smoke a room
The Trujillano sinner without a Bible in his hand
I win and put it on a knee 'as in the Vatican
And I rob his soul
To 'this' pagano', until the last grain
Because this Antillean is also a villain
To the false 'Christian' the Capestrano command
And they do not rebuild the race or a surgeon
And I still give you, worm, like the Spartan '
Pa 'that they do not recognize any of your brother'
A butcher shop, the serrano hams fly
Heaven falls with me, summer is over
The Red Sea opens with the pece 'jumping in the flat
And I destroy you because rapid I'm not human
[Chorus: Gabriel Cabra]
Decide-to-say how many are going to die
Decide-to-tell who are going to live
Decide-to-say how many are going to die
Decide-to-tell who are going to live
Decide-to-say how many are going to die
Decide-to-tell who are going to live
Decide-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir-Dir -Dir-Dir How many are going to die
[Outro: Gabriel Cabra]
Decide-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir-dir- say how many are going to die