Algo Bonito (part. iLe)
Cada vez que tiran los cañones
Se pone pesada mi artillería
A todo el que me ataque lo devoro
Como leona de cacería
Ya me tienen las huevas hinchadas
Si protesto me llaman subversiva
Y sé que mi rabia te incomoda
Porque sé que me prefieres compasiva
Suena ese llamado que despierta
Que nos libera el peso de encima
A ese mostro le tiemblan las piernas
Sabe que su derrumbe se aproxima
Se soltaron ya las yeguas del campo
Bajando cuestas, curas de espanto
Lágrimas secas y sin quebranto
Grito que se vuelve canto
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito
Más vale que las palabras lindas te rindan
O por mi descendencia y los ovarios que me guindan
Me importa poco de lo que me tildan
Nunca he creído que callaíta' me veo más linda
Cuando escupo, es como fuego y ácido
Se ve que tu palabreo es como tú de flácido
Yo los mato rápido
El ritmo decapito
Yo chambeo y pla-pla, es automático
Yo nunca me la voy a dejar montar
Si es grande tu ego, el mío es de tamaño colosal
Y la cobertura es intercontinental
Yo que tú, camino por la marginal (it's the Rude Gyal)
Se soltaron ya las yeguas del campo
Aquí no hay llanto
Hablamos con encanto
Melaza Pura
Yerba del campo
Tengo el sofrito que te gusta tanto
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito (algo bonito, papá)
Dime algo bonito (suavecito), quiero escuchar algo bonito
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito (ya tú sabes, papá)
Dime algo bonito, quiero escuchar algo bonito
Ivy Queen, la Caballota
La Perra, la Diva y la Potra
A mí tú me hablas bonito, ¿okey?
Something Nice (feat. iLe)
Every time they fire the cannons
My artillery gets heavy
I'll devour all who attack me
Like a lioness on the hunt
They've already got my balls swollen
They call me subversive if I protest
And I know that my rage makes you uncomfortable
Because I know you prefer me compassionate
Ring that call that awakens
That frees us from the weight on top of us
That monster's legs are trembling
It knows that its collapse is imminent
The stallions were released from the field already
Descending the hills, cured of terror
Dry tears, and unbroken
A scream that becomes a song
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice
You'd better be pleased with my kind words
Or by my offspring and the ovaries that hang from me
I don't care much what they call me
I've never believed that I look prettier when I'm quiet
When I spit, it's like fire and acid
It seems that your wordplay is as flaccid as you are
I kill them all quickly
I decapitate the rhythm
I chamber and pow-pow, it's automatic
I'm never going to let her ride me
If your ego is big, mine is colossal in size
And the coverage is intercontinental
If I were you, I'd walk on the fringes (it's the Rude Gyal)
The stallions were released from the field already
There is no crying here
We speak with charm
Pure Molasses
Grass of the field
I have the sofrito that you like so much
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice (something nice, daddy)
Tell me something nice (softly), I want to hear something nice
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice (you already know, daddy)
Tell me something nice, I want to hear something nice
Ivy Queen, the Stallion
The Bitch, the Diva and the Filly
Speak nicely to me, okay?
Escrita por: iLe / Ivy Queen