More songs by JOHNNYFUU
Description
Composer: Ismael García
Producer: Juan Sanchez
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hermano, a la gente ya no le gusta la música, nada más le gusta el sonío.
To por hacerse famosos, na por la cultura.
Vaya ruina.
-Shout out pa to vuestros muertos. -Sintonizando Canal Plug.
Verdadero Fu.
-Disobey Society, The Empire.
-La industria arrodilla, mientras estoy sentado me la está chupando. Me la está chupando.
Pos sonido chungo, vainas comerciales estoy pisoteando.
Pisoteando. Corren por la pasta, corren por la fama y sin prisa yo ando.
Sin prisa yo ando. Quieren ser virales sin ser naturales, disobey mi bando.
Disobey. La industria arrodilla, mientras estoy sentado me la está chupando. Pussy.
Pos sonido chungo, vainas comerciales estoy pisoteando. Pisoteando.
Corren por la pasta, corren por la fama y sin prisa yo ando. Sin prisa yo ando.
Quieren ser virales sin ser naturales, disobey mi bando. Disobey Society.
Sé por qué no me quieren, porque me tiran y porque me odian.
Porque hago lo que quiero mientras ellos frustrados y siempre detrás de su novia.
Tatiana. Raperos de este país que ahora me tienen fobia. Oh, oh.
Camino a coronar como faraón mientras ellos son momias. Pos muerto.
Ya nadie ama la música, la están matando. Bang, bang. Mierda de panorama me lo estoy follando.
A cuatro lo tengo en mi cama rebotando.
Uh.
La industria arrodilla, mientras estoy sentado me la está chupando. Bitch.
Pos sonido chungo, vainas comerciales estoy pisoteando. Pisoteando.
Corren por la pasta, corren por la fama y sin prisa yo ando. Sin prisa yo ando.
Quieren ser virales sin ser naturales, disobey mi bando. Disobey. Ellos quieren fama. Fama.
Yo quiero ser rico. Rico. Esos sapos nunca. Nunca. Van a estar en mi equipo.
Nah. Y sigo cerrando picos con lo que estaba soñando de chico.
Estoy pegao y pico, si algún día se acaba esto yo no suplico.
Oh, oh. Soy la esperanza.
No hay muchas más balas en la recámara, mi equipo y yo somos la esperanza.
No quedan balas.
Soy la esperanza.
-No quedan balas. Soy la esperanza. -Canal Plug.
La industria arrodilla, mientras estoy sentado me la está chupando.
Me la está chupando. Pos sonido chungo, vainas comerciales estoy pisoteando. Pisoteando.
Corren por la pasta, corren por la fama y sin prisa yo ando. Sin prisa yo ando.
Quieren ser virales sin ser naturales, disobey mi bando. Disobey.
La industria arrodilla, mientras estoy sentado me la está chupando. Pussy.
Pos sonido chungo, vainas comerciales estoy pisoteando, estoy pisoteando.
Corren por la pasta, corren por la fama y sin prisa yo ando, sin prisa yo ando.
Quieren ser virales sin ser naturales, disobey mi bando. Pero. . .
¿Dónde encontraste esto? Disobey contra el sonido chungo. Esto ha sido el sonido del
Fu.
English translation
Brother, people don't like music anymore, they just like the sound.
Not for becoming famous, not for culture.
What a ruin.
-Shout out for your dead. -Tuning Channel Plug.
True Fu.
-Disobey Society, The Empire.
-The industry is on its knees, while I am sitting it is sucking me off. He's sucking me.
Pos bad sound, commercial pods I'm trampling.
Trampling. They run for money, they run for fame and without rushing I walk.
I walk without hurrying. They want to be viral without being natural, disobey my side.
Disobey. The industry is on its knees, while I'm sitting it's sucking me off. Pussy.
Pos bad sound, commercial pods I'm trampling. Trampling.
They run for money, they run for fame and without rushing I walk. I walk without hurrying.
They want to be viral without being natural, disobey my side. Disobey Society.
I know why they don't love me, why they throw me away and why they hate me.
Because I do what I want while they are frustrated and always after their girlfriend.
Tatyana. Rappers from this country who now have a phobia of me. Uh-oh.
On my way to being crowned as pharaoh while they are mummies. Pos dead.
Nobody loves music anymore, they are killing it. Bang, bang. Shit outlook, I'm fucking him.
I have four of them in my bed bouncing.
Uhh.
The industry is on its knees, while I'm sitting it's sucking me off. Bitch.
Pos bad sound, commercial pods I'm trampling. Trampling.
They run for money, they run for fame and without rushing I walk. I walk without hurrying.
They want to be viral without being natural, disobey my side. Disobey. They want fame. Fame.
I want to be rich. Rich. Those toads never. Never. They're going to be on my team.
Nah. And I continue to close peaks with what I was dreaming of as a child.
I'm really stuck, if one day this ends I won't beg.
Uh-oh. I am the hope.
There are not many more bullets in the chamber, my team and I are the hope.
There are no bullets left.
I am the hope.
-There are no bullets left. I am the hope. -Plug Channel.
The industry is on its knees, while I'm sitting it's sucking me off.
He's sucking me. Pos bad sound, commercial pods I'm trampling. Trampling.
They run for money, they run for fame and without rushing I walk. I walk without hurrying.
They want to be viral without being natural, disobey my side. Disobey.
The industry is on its knees, while I'm sitting it's sucking me off. Pussy.
Pos bad sound, commercial pods I'm trampling, I'm trampling.
They run for money, they run for fame and without hurry I walk, without hurry I walk.
They want to be viral without being natural, disobey my side. But. . .
Where did you find this? Disobey against the bad sound. This has been the sound of
Fu.