Gavo – White Crow Lyrics
Artist: Gavo
Song: White Crow
Yah
Apunto a que cada línea sea digna de comillas
Y otro’ llenan estrofas
Pa’ terminar en un remate que no te hace ni cosquillas
Lo mío son puntazo’ a las costillas
Vengo del sitio donde los deportistas talentosos se jodieron las rodillas
Reporte, los vi meterse en una alcantarilla [Un montón
Mis brothers al cantar brillan
Cada barras clara’ y una maravilla
Balas, varas, dagas, varias cuchillas
Un par de cervezas y te humillan
¿Cómo que la cereza no es frutilla?
Data, son simples ratas, quieren joder a Splinter
Siendo el Intеr frente el Milán dе Zlatan
Fin de la charla, seguimos otro finde cuando no ande de resaca
Yo’, aunque dudo que pase, si es jugo que me nace
Es por llenar la esquina de envase’, rimas y frases, cinta en mi base
Mira a mi parce, hay que avivarse, que la cake se reparte
La pureza es la receta de mi arte [Ah
El martes me apuntaron con un chumbo
Por Dios aparte pude zafar del asunto [Amén
Al acercarse por su nombre le pregunto
Sabiendo que con él crecimos jugando al fútbol
Me muevo en este rubro mientras tanto
Preguntan “¿quién? ¿Donde y cuando?”
Yo no lo sé, soy un santo
Al barrio no lo toquen por orden del cuervo blanco
White Crow
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Faraón Love Shady – Perreo en la mesa
Kurutta – Dead inside
White Crow Lyrics – English Translation
Yah
I sign up for each line worthy of quotes
And another ‘fill stanzas
Pa ‘end up on a shot that does not make you nor tickle
What is puntazo ‘to the ribs
I come from the place where talented athletes f#cked their knees
Report, I saw them get into a sewer [a lot
My brothers when singing shine
Every clara bars and a marvel
Bullets, rods, daggers, several blades
A couple of beers and humiliate you
How does cherry is not strawberry?
Data, they are simple rats, want to f#ck Splinter
Being the intеr in front of the Milan Dе Zlatan
End of the talk, we follow another weekend when there is no surf
I ‘, although I doubt it happens, if it’s juice that is born
Is by filling the container corner ‘, rhymes and phrases, tape on my base
Look at my parce, you have to revive, that the cake is distributed
Purity is the recipe of my art [ah
On Tuesday they pointed me with a chumbo
By God, I could save the matter [Amen
When I approached his name I ask
Knowing that with him we grew up playing soccer
I move in this item while
They ask “Who? Where and when?”
I do not know, I am a saint
To the neighborhood do not touch it by order of the white crow
White Crow.
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Gavo Lyrics – White Crow
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From the album:
White Crow
Release Year: 2020