Lamine Yamal Lyrics (English Translation) – Luis R Conriquez, Beto Sierra

Read the full Lamine Yamal (English Translation) lyrics by Luis R Conriquez and Beto Sierra along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Luis R Conriquez's music, you can also explore Por Si Se Les Olvidaba (Remix) and OTRO PA TI, two other songs by Luis R Conriquez.

[Chorus: Beto Sierra, Luis R Conriquez]
They don't move it like we do
They don't deliver it like I do
They act like idiots, they're playing dumb
They'll never sound like I sound

[Chorus: Beto Sierra, Luis R Conriquez]
Homemade armor and a bunch of kids
With a criminal record
They call me "Lamine Yamal", I'll leave the rival in the lurch
In this fu*king game I'm a crack
Always with a platoon, man
He got a big one and then a big shot
From the start, a real pirate and a real felon
They're not intimidated, nor do they let a single ba*tard go

[Verse 1: Beto Sierra]
Now it's over, man, I'm going to kill
I've got the Mini and the Scar, eager to shoot
I'll give them enough to take, I've already put on my military uniform, without crying
Because today I'm going hunting for a$\
In the mountains, camouflaged, Satellites and drones for espionage
A pure gem stuck here in the garage
They look at the machines that cost more than twelve melons for the character
With a jerk who records me while I give it to him
In the ring, bald, because she likes it without a condom
He's a hottie, and I invested a lot in his ass
But the deaf one so he doesn't get all worked up

[Chorus: Beto Sierra, Luis R Conriquez]
Homemade armor and a lot of kids
With a criminal record
They call me "Lamine Yamal", I leave the rival in the lurch
In this fu*king game, I'm a crack
Always with a platoon, man
He got a big one and then a big ass
From the top of his head, a pirate and a real felon

They're not intimidated nor do they let a ba*tard down

[Verse 2: Luis R Conriquez]
And if you move, I'll blow your ass front-to-front
Like The Squid Game, I'm going to paint them red
My name's already gone viral from seeing me work so much (Traca')
Sometimes lying down and the other wearing a tie
Crazy as Nata, here's my motherfu*ker
I get really Popeye if I smoke spinach
And like Shakira, I stretch it waka-waka
And you'll already know the team I'm backing
Pure Taliban, if I'm going to get it with you
Tell your mom, you're not going to make it tonight
I'm going to rob you, I'm going to give you a hard time

[Chorus: Beto Sierra, Luis R Conriquez]
Homemade armor and a lot of kids
With a criminal record
They call me "Lamine Yamal", I leave the rival in the lurch
In this fu*king game I'm a crack
Always with a platoon, man
He got a big one and then a big ass
From the back, a pirate and a real felon
No They're not intimidated, and they don't stop a single ba*tard.

[Outro: Luis R Conriquez]
That's what your friend Luis R sounds like, rabble.
Fu*king s*it, you sons of b!tches.
Ah, ah