La Jumper Lyrics (English Translation) – Luar La L

Read the complete La Jumper (English Translation) Lyrics by Luar La L along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Luar La L’s music, you can also explore La Jumper and Mi Droga, two other songs by Luar La L.

[Intro]
Ahem, hey
Hey, turn up the gain, lower the ground
Quiet now
We’re Los Sobr3naturale’, motherfu*ker
Listen up

[Verse 1]
Bipolar people, keep all the R’s and AKs
I’m rolling with P90s and FNs, FalleN
The evil eye costs them the rosary and breaks the necklace
I’m never going to change my way of being for being supposedly someone

We’re jumping over the baton, and that’s real
Tell me what (??)
(??) if he sees you, he doesn’t camp
It’s not the same to see 300 punchlines as when they rush you
Those outfits of yours are weird, where do you get them? I don’t know what’s more fake, their chains or those matching outfits
The rifle and a handgun, communist with his pickaxe and shovel
Going down to the hood (??)
The real one among all the fakes, I curse the mother of the genre
To get ahead they ask for (??), and then they don’t give credit
They don’t sound the same live, cybernetic artists
He can’t talk about codes, the one who fails ethically
I’m really in the game, making money, fu*king and playing PlayStation
Ask me about all the dead presidents, it’s not too fake
I’m dying for them to diss me, make the fail
But they all run from me, they’ve been skating for a while now
And by the way, it would be a pleasure (Bu), to see how you get scared
It’s not to brag, I see you and I bewitch you
If there are problems, don’t fall asleep, shrimp
I’m always wary, shark, in case I run into them (??) I’m looking
They’re throwing shots like it’s 2020
At the UP doing a couple of races between me and Kaponi
The big shot of this is Tony, his diamonds are zircon
They didn’t give us anything at Sony, the one with the jump and it’s not Bad Bunny

[Chorus]

I record myself, I write my own lyrics, I sing it myself
They are slaves to these composers believing the story
What nerve, don’t mess with me, it’s not that serious
Damn clown, in the name of Jesus I’m going to kill their saint
I record myself, I write my own lyrics, I sing it myself
They are slaves to these composers believing the story
What nerve, don’t mess with me, it’s not that serious
Damn clown, in the name of Jesus I’m going to kill their saint, prr! (What?)

[Verse 2]
I’m living like a rockstar, hustling every day, gotta get that money
And you’re talking s*it, get out of here, (??) a podcast
The movie’s playing, man, tune into my broadcast
They’re like Jordan Retro 10s, these are the Bobcats
You don’t know about these cheats, that’s why your flow looks cheap
The rocker turns the guitar up to full volume and
I’m about to unleash C eLe on them, the robot has the chip
Better stay cool, penguin like Happy Feet
I set the rules just because, this one’s for him, and for you too
So you think twice before going against me
You guys (??)
You want to reach me but you can’t because I’m gone
I’m speeding in the Hellcat all the time, Men In Black
The real deal, I’m the damn crack, and you’re all wack, trill…