Wisin Y Yandel — Voy por Ti song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Voy por Ti" by Wisin Y Yandel.
Lyrics
Yo he crecido entre pistolas
Si eres humilde te digo hola
Como siempre yo ando a solas
Hipócritas, ya llegó la hora
What, nigga what! Mi rap latino
Hip-Hop boricua en busca de un disco de platino
Vino Tempo, you know me
El mas querido, el favorito de mis enemigos
Hello, hello raperos, hablan los nuevos
Con más tormentosas rimas y liricales aguaceros
Bobos. Son rehenes en la guerra, Pina
Tirando con todo Se caerán solos
Quieren que los mencione en mis canciones
Pues tomen, traidores, y no se equivoquen, cabrones
Mi mente la controla una verde sustancia
Cargo las balas y te apunto de larga distancia
Con un rifle de alto alcance con mira telescópica
Sus rimas no son la gran cosa, hipócritas
Tirando líricas a lo loco, sin lógica
No me conocen, Tempo es a prueba de críticas
Yo he crecido entre pistolas
Si eres humilde te digo hola
Como siempre yo ando a solas
Hipócritas, ya llegó la hora
Yo, imagínate a este pistolero
Concentrándose y abriendo fuego
Son rimas que llenas de veneno
Sacándote fácilmente de tu terreno
Y a la hora de matar este no disimula
Que algo formula, amulas que manipulan
Y te vinculas con tontos adultos
De balas yo tengo un bulto
El rifle esta oculto, prueba, has un insulto
Para ver si en el yuqueno te sepulto
A reos le daré un paseo, Wisin sufre de un mareo
Porque empezó el tiroteo y lo que veo
Es que cantantes a la hora del saludo
Son buenos y mudos y de espalda son los más rudos
Pero si me encojono sudo
Y acudo al ser lo tratable destruyendo miserables
Así que no hables Que tu vida no esta estable
No esta estable… Yo!
Yo he crecido entre pistolas
Si eres humilde te digo hola
Como siempre yo ando a solas
Hipócritas, ya llegó la hora
Lyrics translation
I've grown up among guns
If you're humble I say hello
As always I walk alone
Hypocrites, the time has come
What, nigga what! My Latin rap
Hip-Hop boricua looking for a platinum record
Come Tempo, you know me
The dearest, the favorite of my enemies
Hello, hello rappers, speak the new
With more stormy rhymes and lyrical downpours
Booby. They're hostages in the war, Pina.
Throwing everything they will fall alone
They want me to mention them in my songs.
So take it, traitors, and make no mistake, bastards
My mind is controlled by a green substance
I charge the bullets and I aim at you from a long distance
With a high-range rifle with telescopic sight
Your rhymes aren't the big deal, you hypocrites
Throwing lyrics madly, without logic
You don't know me, Tempo is critical proof
I've grown up among guns
If you're humble I say hello
As always I walk alone
Hypocrites, the time has come
Yo, imagine this gunman.
Concentrating and opening fire
They're rhymes filled with poison
Getting you off your ground easily
And at the time of killing this does not conceal
That something formulas, amulets that manipulate
And you bond with dumb adults
Of bullets I have a lump
The rifle is hidden, try, make an insult
To see if in the yuqueno I bury you
I'll give prisoners a ride, Wisin suffers from dizziness
Because the shooting started and what I see
Is that singers at the time of greeting
They're good and dumb and their backs are the roughest
But if I shrink I sweat
And I come to be the treatable destroying miserable
So don't talk that your life is not stable
She's not stable ... me!
I've grown up among guns
If you're humble I say hello
As always I walk alone
Hypocrites, the time has come