More songs by Alex Zurdo
Description
Producer: Orlando Brinn
Mixing Engineer: Javier Delgado
Mastering Engineer: Felipe Tichauer
Atmos Mastering Engineer: Esteban Piñeiro
Lead Vocals: Alexis Velez
Composer: Alexis Velez
Lyrics and translation
Original
Juego, juego. Juego, juego, esto se ha puesto! Juego, juego.
Juego, juego, esto se ha puesto! Puede, no, no puede, no.
Puede, no, no puede, -no.
-Hey, hey, tengo el pan, tengo un pastor que no es alemán, tengo los lentes en Pedro y en Juan, que hago mi Rey, Rey Pan.
Soy músico así como Billy, nunca fake, Milli Vanilli, siempre Goodman como Lily, prende gallilla y apágate el philly.
Ya hasta la Teo clama por clemencia, cuando el avión llega a turbulencia.
Con Jesús en presencia, soy un cuatro de julio sin independencia.
Esconde los dientes y checa esta ciencia, dos mil años después sigue siendo tendencia.
Hey, suelta los metales o verás cómo llega Magneto, viene vestido de federale y pal bote a tiempo completo.
Discreto, suave con ese libreto, que la fan de la movie descansa, padece abuelo y no tiene nieto.
Buenas nuevas y no es Fox, ligeros pasos y sin Crocs.
Yo cargué mi cross, me fiel asegura no compro en detox.
Si no dejas el viaje y aterriza el muelo, -yo te extrañaré por no terse el cielo. -Yeah.
Ya no vivo yo, no, Cristo vive en mí, mi clamor oyó.
Cuando me rendí, es el eterno invicto -y no me deja en visto. Y repito: -¡Vive Dios!
-Mi Rey es fiel, mi Creador. -¡Vive Dios!
-Su vida dio mi Salvador. -¡Vive Dios!
-Por mí murió y resucitó. -¡Vive Dios!
Y tanto vive, vive, vive, vive Dios. Hey, bro, sigue al Rey, cachete oro como Golden
State y no te vayas así como Klay, agarra la Biblia y apaga ese play.
Ganar con lo malo nunca ha sido bueno, la avaricia te cuelga los frenos.
Si sigues echándote más, después te echaremos de menos.
Suelta ese bastón, no sigas corriendo detrás del ratón, que cuando te tiren aguas, patrón, te vas a dar cuenta que eras de cartón.
Calle y poder, poco tiempo dura, lo que estaba cerca se te aleja, porque una cuerda en la cintura es una larga sentencia tras rejas.
Ya no veas la serie del money, en la tumba no tendrás un Sony.
Bebe el agua, mejor queda sana y dale pa' los montes como Mani. Bienvenido a la cancha del Rey, man, bautizado en el
Jordán. Y ya verán, muchos que se quedan, pocos que se van.
Sin el sobrepeso que trajo el pecado a la fecha, cabrás por el hueco de la puerta estrecha.
La vida no es como el mundo la exhibe, existe un mar muerto y un Cristo que vive.
Ya no vivo yo, no, Cristo vive en mí, mi clamor oyó.
Cuando me rendí, es el eterno invicto -y no me deja en visto. Y repito: -¡Vive Dios!
-Mi Rey es fiel, mi Creador. -¡Vive Dios!
-Su vida dio mi Salvador. -¡Vive Dios!
-Por mí murió y resucitó. -¡Vive Dios!
Y tanto vive, vive, vive, vive Dios.
Hey, de la A a la Z, amonestación con amor y con sabor.
Orlando Bring,
Mayday
English translation
Game, game. Game, game, this has been set! Game, game.
Game, game, this has been set! Can, no, can't, no.
Can, no, can't, -no.
-Hey, hey, I have the bread, I have a shepherd who is not German, I have the glasses on Peter and Juan, who I make my King, King Bread.
I am a musician just like Billy, never fake, Milli Vanilli, always Goodman like Lily, turn on the gallilla and turn off the philly.
Even Teo cries out for mercy when the plane hits turbulence.
With Jesus in presence, I am a Fourth of July without independence.
Hide your teeth and check out this science, two thousand years later it is still a trend.
Hey, drop the metals or you'll see Magneto arrive, he's dressed as a federale and a full-time pal.
Discreet, gentle with that script, that the fan of the movie rests, suffers from a grandfather and has no grandson.
Good news and it's not Fox, light steps and no Crocs.
I loaded my cross, he faithfully assures me that I do not buy in detox.
If you don't stop the trip and land the ground, -I will miss you for not breaking the sky. -Yeah.
I no longer live, no, Christ lives in me, he heard my cry.
When I gave up, he is the eternal undefeated - and he doesn't let me know. And I repeat: -God lives!
-My King is faithful, my Creator. -God lives!
-My Savior gave his life. -God lives!
-For me he died and rose again. -God lives!
And God lives, lives, lives, lives so much. Hey bro, follow the King, slap gold like Golden
State and don't go like Klay, grab the Bible and turn off that play.
Winning with bad has never been good, greed hangs the brakes on you.
If you keep missing us more, we will miss you later.
Drop that stick, don't keep running after the mouse, because when they throw water at you, boss, you're going to realize that you were made of cardboard.
Street and power, it lasts a short time, what was close moves away from you, because a rope around your waist is a long sentence behind bars.
Don't watch the money series anymore, you won't have a Sony in your grave.
Drink the water, the better you stay healthy and give it to the mountains like Mani. Welcome to the King's court, man, baptized in the
Jordan. And you'll see, many who stay, few who leave.
Without the excess weight that sin brought to date, you will fit through the gap of the narrow door.
Life is not as the world shows it, there is a dead sea and a living Christ.
I no longer live, no, Christ lives in me, he heard my cry.
When I gave up, he is the eternal undefeated - and he doesn't let me know. And I repeat: -God lives!
-My King is faithful, my Creator. -God lives!
-My Savior gave his life. -God lives!
-For me he died and rose again. -God lives!
And God lives, lives, lives, lives so much.
Hey, from A to Z, admonishment with love and flavor.
Orlando Bring,
Mayday