Los Palos Lyrics (English Translation) – De La Ghetto

Los Palos Lyrics (English Translation) (Letra) by De La Ghetto, Luar La L & YOVNGCHIMI is a brand-new Spanish song. Los Palos Lyrics are written by De La Ghetto, Luar La L & YOVNGCHIMI while the song is produced by DnoteOnDaBeat. The song was published on January 12, 2023.

Los Palos Song Details:

Los Palos Lyrics (English Translation)

D-Note Is On The Beat
Is The Billionaire

You know how it is, ah
Come out with the sticks, we’re gonna fight, ah
We’ll send fire to the one that ain’t, ra
I was born to die, I was born to fight, ah
I can’t leave, you know what it’s like, ah
I can’t leave you, you know what it’s like, ah
(Let’s go to war with whoever, all the devils are active and …)
We’ll even set fire to the one who isn’t, ra
(If we have to set fire to hell, we’ll set fire to it; heard?)
I was born to die, I was born to fight, ah (3 Lеtra’, La L; jeje)
I can’t leave, you know what it’s like (What?)

I’m ready with the pint (Hehe)
And a couple of combs 30 pa’l that don’t pay rent, no (Claro cabrón)
They want to copy my style, they’re printers (No)
If every time I go out I shine, even if I ain’t got no clothes (Jeje)
And your brothers don’t snore, or I’ll send them to be lit
(Brrr; They die of one)
Mera, tell me, tell me, Geezy (Indica)
These people want to war with the real ones and they are
More feka’ than their Yeezys
They got short ones, but there ain’t even enough for bullets, they’re in crisis
In PR Glock and in New York it’s glizzy
I change ‘e car to’ the months without leasing
As much as I send fire, by the freezing live ice
The weather I change it to you, quick when I chambeo it, prr
It’s stuck in your waist, fucker at this point
Tell me how it feels to feel like you’re disfigured
You don’t last in this war, I’ll set you up with a couple of bitches
And what’s the use of the short in the Ferra?
If they hear the cry ‘el palo, they’re terrified of me
They begin to pray and now to God they cling (Amen)
Here there’s no fear, I’m not afraid of the war cry
I won’t let go, I’m going to the front and if they kill me, I’ll go to war’.
Inside ‘hell, but in the meantime I’m here on Earth (What?)

You know how it is
Take out all the sticks, we’re gonna fight (Ah-ah)
We’re sending fire even to the one that ain’t
I was born to die, I was born to war (Ah-ah)
I can’t leave, you know how it is
I can’t leave, you know what it’s like, ah-ah
I was born to die, I was born to die (No)
I was born to die, I was born to war
(You know what time it is, homie)
This is Ganga, motherfucker

You better be able to find me
We make the bales multiply
Prr, prr, my people wear black
The Thompson back like Tristan
No insurance, we’re always ready
Chulito in the street, I know that you’ve seen me
On my neck the cross with the face of Christ
Covered in gold, I look like a bishop, uh
OK, OK, always on the corner, daddy all day
Rows on the dot, that’s all day
From green to white is an upgrade
OK, OK, always in the corner, daddy all day
Rows on the dot, that’s all day (Brr, brr)
Green to white is an upgrade

You know how it is (OK; YOVNGCHIMI)
Come out with the sticks, we’re going to war
(Tell me De La, tell me L; Prr, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
We send fire even to the one that ain’t, ra
I was born to die, I was born to war (Is glizzy gang), ah
I can’t leave, you know how it is, eh
I can’t leave, you know what it’s like, ah
I can’t leave you, you know how it is, ra
I was born to die, I was born to fight (Mere cabrón), ah
I can’t leave, you know how it is (Never)

You know how it is
I was born in the fire, motherfucker, and thanks to
Los santos estamo’ blessed (La mafia)
Moving us flow cartel (Cartel), I set them to believe
To’ my devils in Chanel, on the street playing chess (Bin-bin)
Motherfucker in Brooklyn like the Nets (The Nets)
I send you to the shooters in the Corvette (In Brooklyn)
The glizzies are fast, SRT (The glizzies; Brr, brr), murder flex
I’m with the mob, I’m with the mafia
This is red 27, flow Tapia
It’s straight out of Yugoslavia (27)
Stay with the Gang, you know I been mobbing, yeah
Flow ganguero with my gunmen
I go out to hunt you down and then to the jewel box
Put your boss on the spokesman (Spokesman)
With my wrist and neck below zero
Here you pull the trigger flow De La (De La)
The heat is on from Llorens to Cantera (Cantera)
Shout-out, the Demons wrapped up in my race
In a sports car or a race car (Santurce hijueputa)
If you don’t want shots, give ’em to the pavement (Brr, brr)
A fuletazo and I’ll leave you on the pavement (Salte el medio hijueputa)
You a bitch, you know I don’t play that (Ey bitch)
I’ll turn it on for you sitting in the Maybach

Mother of mine, forgive me, the street adopted me
The wickedness consumed me
Mother of mine, forgive me, the street adopted me
The wickedness consumed me

You know how it is (OK)
Come out with the sticks, we’re gonna fight (Prr, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
We send fire even to the one that ain’t, ra
I was born to die, I was born to fight, ah
I can’t leave, you know how it is
I can’t leave, you know what it’s like, ah
I was born to die, ah I’m born to fight, ah I can’t leave, you know how it is
I was born to die, I was born to fight (Mere cabrón), ah
I can’t leave, you know how it is

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