Arcangel Feliz Navidad 2 Lyrics English Translation
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Merry Christmas, you bunch of bastards! Hahaha
I'm writing the Christmas gift list
What I'm going to give to all the losers who diss me
I'm going to give them wrapped dynamite
I'm going to send them a bomb to blow them all up, you miserable people
I'm the boogeyman when I rap, uh-huh, the one who scares you
Every day a new crazy person tries to copy me
I rap in all flows, my voice fits your beat
Maybe not for you, but your woman likes it
Arcángel, The Marvel
I do a magic trick and turn into your nightmare
And I stroll, fiumm, for miles
You are like your clothes, dull, none shine
I live at the top, sitting on the hill
And I kick all of you, Maradona style
I have what's mine, I don't have to lie to you
Since Carmen's belly, partner, since I was born, yes
Yes, since I understood
That in this world, it's difficult to survive without money
I want a lot to buy what I want
A turbo jet plane to travel the whole world
And I just want that if one day I die
There are millions so that my children have comfort
With grand staircases, I want a mansion
And my enemies' names written on each step, ow!
So as not to lose the habit of stepping on them
And my shoes have to be kissed every day
Where are those who said they were my brothers?
And they were worms disguised as human beings
I knew I was going to achieve it, yes, that it wouldn't be in vain
You knew I was going to make it, that's why you left early
I'm still on fire, the human torch
New women every weekend
Fantastic, the human torch
Who has the keys to my Porsche?
They say they have control, who told them, boy?
I'm 24 years old, you're in your thirties
The collector came back to collect the rent
Many smell like 40 to me
Call the janitor while I crown myself
Prepare the chair, I'm going to the throne
I'm like the Sun breaking through the ozone layer
I turn them off for tripping, I kill them if I shrink
I have a full
I turn singers into parasites
To those who envy me and want my knowledge
That's why I feed them with my flow
I don't invent, I turn on and I get happy
I was born to be the best, partner, my time has come
Tell him, Luian
Merry Christmas, you bastard!
Check my story if you still don't believe me
Maybe you have the clock at the wrong time
I have women like my bills that never end
On the other hand, you are pretty, the whores nail you
I have women who praise me
They leave the boyfriend sleeping at his house, then they call me
The truth is that no one can handle the kid.
I passed the role to everyone by myself
Anyone who throws me sucks
Anyone who throws me sucks
Anyone who throws me sucks
Anyone who throws me sucks
On the other hand, I do have a combo, bastard
Check yourself
Papi Arca', I'm calling you to tell you that you are the best
Don't pay attention to those bug smellers
That you are is what makes us hesitate, prra
Oh, daddy, don't give a damn to those pirobos who keep throwing you
That you are the true factor of reggaeton, prra
Daddy Arca', how are you? Don't pay attention to stupid comments
Keep it up, telling us, muah, prra
Papi Arca', I'm crazy about going to Puerto Rico
So that you can ride me on the Panamiur
Here your little doll from the Dominican Republic speaks to you
From Santiago, where we are the sweetest, prra
Daddy, you know you are the best
Here in Venezuela the only thing that sounds
It's the music of Papi Arca', La Maravilla
TRUE? Muah
I'll wait for you here in Argentina, my Wonder!
Archangel, for
This song is dedicated
For all those people who make news
With my name
For all those people looking for newspaper covers
From magazines, from internet pages
With my name, hahaha
Hey, and do you know what hurts you?
It hurts you that your women
Say my name
and hear this
Luian, The Golden Ravo
My friend Jay
It's not my fault that their women are programmed for me.
This song is dedicated to all my friends in the glass house
Savannah Tower in the house
The Control Towers will never stop shining
I tell you
Archangel, for
Tell him, Goro
They know, they know
Tell Posh!
They like dolls
And we are the owners of Cartoon Network
Flow Factory
Calma Street
Halley, I love you
I am the best on Loiza Street after Ismael Rivera
But you turned
With that I tell you everything
I love you anyway
Papi Arca in the Porsche
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell
Jingle all the way
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