Post Malone - Rock Star (Latine Remix) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Rock Star (Spanish Remix)

[Intro: Nicky Jam]
Hey, yo
Nicky Jam
Ozuna (Ozuna)
Post Malone
Spanish Remix
Trapstar
Tank God
 
[Chorus 1: Nicky Jam]
I do what I want, I buy what I want
'Cuz I'm a rockstar (-tar)
I'm going to a private plane in a Ferrari
On the dashboard '180' (180)
I'm on the way to Switzerland to launch my own Hublot for sale
And I'm calling the Russian cuz I wanna blow a million on clothes
 
[Verse 1: Nicky Jam]
A Panamera, an F12 in front of the house
Gucci, Ferragamo, I buy the whole mall, uh-huh
Lookin' fine for the little rats that hunt you
Thousands of hypocrites that come and hug you (ye, ye)
I'm livin' like a king
Kilos of music from Medellín to Monterrey (rey)
Always crossing all the limits of the law (law)
My movie is always on play (play)
I'm livin' like a rockstar
The guys who shot are gone, obviously they're no more
I got witches who'll knock you out with their broomsticks
With a double comb they show up full
They say money consumes my soul
I keep celebrating in a jet in the clouds
Nobody gave me them when I was down there by myself
Now the bank account never goes down, it always goes up
Always up, always up, always (woo)
 
[Chorus 2: Post Malone]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)
 
[Verse 2: Ozuna]
Okay, you're the ones who got the most
Look at the numbers and you'll see you're my ladies
What I buy for myself is not to front you
It's to pick up your woman in a Mercedes
Maybach, G Wagon, I take her to a private place
30 thousand in the air on the way to Colorado
I'll give her an AP in rose gold
She tells me she'd like it on the plane if I'll do it
Ask your Patrón if it knows what love is
In PR horny, in DR demanding and hooked up in the Bronx
Ask your Patrón if it knows what love is
In PR horny, in DR demanding and hooked up in the Bronx
 
[Chorus 3: Ozuna]
I'm a star, all the babies love me, they call for me
200 on Richard Miller but this motherfucker sold the house
I have no enemies, no friends, I treat everyone the same
I sing for the babies, don't mean you can't look around for one
 
[Chorus 2: Post Malone]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
 
[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a
 


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