Baby Rasta — Vela Por Tu Vida song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Vela Por Tu Vida" by Baby Rasta.
Lyrics
«Algunas veces te sientes apretado…
Te sientes debil…
Y cuando te sientes debil…
Sientes que vas a rendirte…
Pero tienes que buscar de lo mas profundo de tu interior…
Una fuerza, que no lo permite…
Que te ayuda a luchar, y luchar…
Y te empuja…
Para llegar a la cima…
Wooo…»
Vela por tu vida
No te vallas en viaje
En vivir mi vida
Soy un cantante que ha tenido exitos y caidas
En lo personal, jum
Ni que se diga
Balas me han rozado
Y por poco una me costaba la vida
Alzen las manos
Todos los que a mi me envidian
No se imaginan lo que ago dia a dia
Vivo la vida todos los dias
Como es despedida
Con el corillo de las Monjas
Fumando marimba
Tu no tienes flow
Tampoco tienes gun
Te guillas en las canciones
De que eres un matón
En la pelicula que vives de gangsters
No metes cabras
No hagas que este flaco te de un bofetón
Soy Rasta
El hombre del momento
Te doy uno arriba
Y los demas para que brinques en el cemento
Soy como soy
Y no como el lambon de ******
Tu quieres ser como yo
O como el rapero Tempo
Bichotes de cartón
Me tira en tus canciones
Pa' sentirte hombre
Pero no estoy conforme
Quisiera mandarte un viaje
Con mi maldita cadena
Dejarte el sello de Illegal Life Records en tu cabeza
Asi es mi vida
Asi soy yo
Asi vive «Illegal Life» y «New Records»
My song, my flow, my show
My gun, you know
Y envuelvete con mi canción
Me quieren ver morir
Vengan por mi
Si quieren matarme
No moriré
My song, my flow, my show
My gun, you know
Y envuelvete con mi canción
Desde los noventas canto en residenciales
Fumo todos los dias, mato con metales
Con nadie hago las pases
Y no te pases
Que si te prospasas
Moriras en la puerta de tu casa
Con el corillo Glock, .40 full, peines de treinta
Conmigo nadie inventa
Pues llego quien llega
Baby Rasta, el de la cuarenta
Y no provoques que te mate con mi letra
Tu eres feca
No estas apto para esta guerra
Moriras sangrado en una puta cuneta
Yo soy calle, tu no eres calle
Y tu lo sabes
Y es mejor que conmigo no te resbales
Naci solo, jodo solo, guerreo solo
Y contra ti, contra cualquiera yo me jodo
No me la tengo que pasar con gangsters, pai'
No aparento con cadenas que no es mia, pai'
Para sacar la paz aqui en la discoteca, pai'
Para tener que frontear con una botella de champagne
Estos cabrones se creen Superman
A todas estas nos matamos y no me jodas mas
Asi es mi vida
Asi soy yo
Asi vive «Illegal Life» y «New Records»
My song, my flow, my show
My gun, you know
Y envuelvete con mi canción
Me quieren ver morir
Vengan por mi
Si quieren matarme
No moriré
My song, my flow, my show
My gun, you know
Y envuelvete con mi canción
(Que se mueran!)
(Todos mueran!)
(De un tiro en la cabeza!)
(Por envidia todos mueran!)
(De un tiro en la cabeza!)
«Ay, ay, ay papito…
Esto es un poquito…
De lo que puede venir en «Sentenciados»…
Ustedes, no me amenazen con cuchillos sin filos…
No me paso con nadie en la discoteca ni con corillo pa' meter cabras…
Tu lo sabes…
Sonic…
Distes otro palo mas pa' la colección de Baby Rasta y Gringo…
Y esta vez te pauto, porque yo no vendo sueños a la hora de pautar…
Sooo…
Soportenme!
The Score!
Tu sabes quien soy!
The Score, what!
The Score, what!
The Score!
Ah, Nando?
Como que no le tenemos miedo a nadie!
(Por envidia todos mueran!)
(De un tiro en la cabeza!)
Wooh!
Ay…
Jaja!
Lyrics translation
"Sometimes you feel tight…
You feel weak…
And when you feel weak…
You feel like you're gonna give up…
But you have to look deep inside…
A force, which does not allow it…
That helps you fight, and fight…
And it pushes you…
To get to the top…
Wooo…»
Watch over your life
Don't go on a trip.
In living my life
I am a singer who has had successes and falls
Personally, jum
I don't even know.
Bullets have grazed me
And one nearly cost me my life
Raise your hands
All who envy me
You can't imagine what I do day by day
I live life every day
How she's fired
With the nuns ' corillo
Smoking marimba
You don't have flow
You don't have a gun either.
You squeal in the songs
That you're a bully
In the movie you live as gangsters
You don't put goats in.
Don't make this skinny guy slap you.
I'm Rasta
The man of the moment
I'll give you one upstairs.
And the others for you to jump in the cement
I am as I am
And not like the lambon of ******
You want to be like me
Or like the rapper Tempo
Cardboard critters
He throws me in your songs
Pa ' feel you man
But I'm not happy
I'd like to send you a trip.
With my damn chain
Leave the Illegal Life Records label in your head
This is my life
That's how I am.
Asi vive "Illegal Life" y " New Records»
My song, My flow, my show
My gun, you know
And wrap yourself in my song
They want to see me die
Come and get me
If you want to kill me
I won't die
My song, My flow, my show
My gun, you know
And wrap yourself in my song
Since the nineties singing in residential
I smoke every day, I kill with metals
With no one I do the passes
And don't go too far
That if you prosper
You will die at the door of your house
With the Glock corillo, .40 full, thirty sentences
With me no one invents
Well, here comes the one who comes.
Baby Rasta, the one in his forties
And don't cause me to kill you with my handwriting
You're feca.
You're not fit for this war.
You'll bleed to death in a fucking gutter.
I am street, you are not street
And you know it
And it's better that you don't slip with me
Born alone, I fuck alone, I fight alone
And against you, against anyone I fuck
I don't have to hang out with gangsters, pai'
I don't look like it's not mine, pai.
To make peace here at the disco, pai'
To have to face a bottle of champagne
These bastards think they're Superman.
All these we killed and fuck me no more
This is my life
That's how I am.
Asi vive "Illegal Life" y " New Records»
My song, My flow, my show
My gun, you know
And wrap yourself in my song
They want to see me die
Come and get me
If you want to kill me
I won't die
My song, My flow, my show
My gun, you know
And wrap yourself in my song
(Let them die!)
(All die!)
(Shot in the head!)
(For envy all die!)
(Shot in the head!)
"Ay, Ay, Ay Daddy…
This is a little bit…
Of what may come in " sentenced»…
You guys, don't threaten me with sharp knives.…
I don't spend time with anyone in the club or with corillo to put goats…
You know it.…
Sonic…
You gave another stick pa ' the collection of Baby Rasta and Gringo…
And this time I pay you, because I do not sell dreams when it comes to pay…
Sooo…
Bear with me!
The Score!
You know who I am!
The Score, what!
The Score, what!
The Score!
Ah, Nando?
Like we're not afraid of anyone!
(For envy all die!)
(Shot in the head!)
Wooh!
Ay…
Haha!