Historia Real Lyrics (English Translation) – Ovi, Alemán, Neutro Shorty

Read the full Historia Real (English Translation) lyrics by Ovi, Alemán and Neutro Shorty along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ovi's music, you can also explore Estamos Bien and Los Rockstar No Van Al Cielo (Remix), two other songs by Ovi.

I know that at the beginning many threw the bad one,
but life turns like a carousel,
you don't climb up, nobody knows if tomorrow
the scopy on the face from above will fall on you, yeah.

An 11 million, but ah, with millions
you don't know what happens.
The work with my music reaches the neighborhoods and the prisons.
Your evils are made of cardboard, rolling through Colombia.
I live like a G,
C years ago I rolled like an immigrant.

History changed, millionaire and singer,
I get ahead and the numbers go up in the balance
of the savings account, if you know what I save.
I come from the neighborhood, I come from the solaro,
and I start to fly positive energies like the solar.

If tomorrow I go to Spain, your B will like it,
putting this effort selling packages.
If they called, I was fine with it,
until one day they screwed me, the FS caught me.
They took my Wi and my money too,
I don't deny that, I really got agitated.

I quit, I focused, then I got angry.
The record labels called me, please, sign him,
and I said yes, for millions of dollars.
But I don't understand the life you have,
better learn to work and fu*k it.
Let me celebrate with the people I thought of
and I'll call the three I kissed.

It's pierr, you understand me,
this is my fortune growing, despite who it may bother.
Pure BCS, such fat fish.
My team beats you, I'm starting
from the bottom, from zero.
There on the block, trying to survive
and stay afloat, surrounded by beatings,
but with my vision in the sky.

The goal was to turn talent into money.
Everyone knows me since there was nothing,
and I earned what I have with talent and humility,
because God gave me this gift from my mother's womb.
Even though some are against it and want to cut it off.

Hustling, thinking about tomorrow all year,
smoking weed, full of mar!juana.
I grew up in a dangerous neighborhood,
where I had died the week before.
And what I have is already profit,
because I never had anything.

I'm flying in a plane, I don't know where I'm going.
If I want, I'll go to DF, I'll land in Baradero.
Because my problem is no longer money,
it's getting loyal love and also a sincere friend.
And I have my eyes open,
because many want evil.

Since I was little I don't trust,
because I've been a lunatic and bad.
Anyone who crashes a car,
we'll give him bullets as a gift.
He who doesn't know God,
he'll be punished by any piece of s*it.

Hey German, to the real neutral,
chori flies German.

Mexico, Cuba, making it real.
Sincerely Los Capos with Los Capos,
The acere de acere, of course.
Tell me, mix controlling the controls,
here in Miami, the flag.
Gallito FL, Oh.