More songs by Hades66
Description
Producer, Recording Engineer: Yama Make Them Bounce
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Surround Mixing Engineer: Mix By MOS SAS
Lyrics and translation
Original
¡Oye!
¡Jajaja!
Mera, hijo 'e la gran puta
¿Qué pasó, cabrón? Jajaja
Dale a ese cabrón y que se muera
My Money, ¿por qué me llamas?
... Esto es por el bicho, jejeje
Puta mierda, carajo
¡Mera! ¿Qué?
¡Oye!
Que Dios me proteja, a ti lo fue a matar un cabrón
Yo tengo el power como Ñengo en Bayamón
La glopeta está pa'l iron, yo paso con botón
De Morovia a Caguas, cabrón, son un montón
Con el bencho en la autopista, se me nota la quinta
Le invité en la pista, saliendo con el track en Buena Vista
Yo sí voy de frente, huele bicho, no porista
Van a seguir roncando hasta que se muera un artista
Las cortas, los palos y los cepillos (Los cepillos)
Es que se mueren cabrones si yo los pillo
La-la-la-las cortas, los palos y los cepillos (Los cepillos)
Es que se mueren cabrones si yo los pillo
'Tamos afogata esperando que se aboquen
Vamo' a darte en tu casa y no va a ser la de Alofoke
'Tamos afogata esperando que se aboquen
Vamo' a darte en tu casa y no va a ser la de Alofoke
Siento que me persiguen, que los fomos investigan
Son los detectives, yo con la bala arriba
Te vamo' a hacer una cesárea y el casco a la barriga
Si quieren guerra, toma guerra, que esto es de por vida
El AP Roadster, yo tengo tiki combo
Sigue roncando, que te mueres muy pronto
La sangre es roja como jersey de Toronto
Te meto un llampazo en la carota y no te velan hasta agosto
Te robamo' los kilos, la mujer y hasta la pieza
Palo que nace doblao', palo que no endereza
Y con este palo te doy cien en la cabeza
Ten cuida'o de tus amigos, ten cuida'o a quien tú besas
Las cortas, los palos y los cepillos (Los cepillos)
Es que se mueren cabrones si yo los pillo
La-la-la-las cortas, los palos y los cepillos (Los cepillos)
Es que se mueren cabrones si yo los pillo
'Tamos afogata esperando que se aboquen
Vamo' a darte en tu casa y no va a ser la de Alofoke
'Tamos afogata esperando que se aboquen
Vamo' a darte en tu casa y no va a ser la de Alofoke
... Que Dios me proteja, a ti lo fue a matar un cabrón
Yo tengo el power como Ñengo en Bayamón
La glopeta está pa'l iron, yo paso con botón
De Morovia a Caguas, cabrón, son un montón
... Autopista, se me nota la quinta
Le invité en la pista, saliendo con el track en Buena Vista
Yo sí voy de frente, huele bicho, no porista
Van a seguir roncando hasta que se muera un cabrón
English translation
Hey!
Ha ha ha!
Mera, son 'e the big whore
What happened, bastard? Hahaha
Hit that bastard and let him die
My Money, why are you calling me?
...This is because of the bug, hehehe
Fucking shit, damn
Mera! That?
Hey!
May God protect me, a bastard went to kill you
I have the power like Ñengo in Bayamón
The glopeta is for the iron, I pass with a button
From Morovia to Caguas, bastard, there are a lot
With the bencho on the highway, I can see the fifth
I invited him on the track, leaving with the track in Buena Vista
I'm going straight ahead, it smells like a bug, not a cheerleader
They will continue snoring until an artist dies
The cuts, the sticks and the brushes (The brushes)
The bastards will die if I catch them
La-la-la-the cuts, the sticks and the brushes (The brushes)
The bastards will die if I catch them
'We are drowning waiting for them to attack
We're going to give you to your house and it's not going to be Alofoke's
'We are drowning waiting for them to attack
We're going to give you to your house and it's not going to be Alofoke's
I feel like they're chasing me, like the fomos are investigating
They are the detectives, me with the bullet up
We're going to do a cesarean section and the helmet on your belly
If they want war, take war, this is for life
The AP Roadster, I have tiki combo
Keep snoring, you'll die very soon
The blood is red like a Toronto jersey
I put a blow in your face and they don't see you until August
We steal the kilos, the woman and even the piece
Stick that is born bent, stick that does not straighten
And with this stick I'll give you a hundred on the head
Be careful of your friends, be careful who you kiss
The cuts, the sticks and the brushes (The brushes)
The bastards will die if I catch them
La-la-la-the cuts, the sticks and the brushes (The brushes)
The bastards will die if I catch them
'We are drowning waiting for them to attack
We're going to give you to your house and it's not going to be Alofoke's
'We are drowning waiting for them to attack
We're going to give you to your house and it's not going to be Alofoke's
...May God protect me, a bastard went to kill you
I have the power like Ñengo in Bayamón
The glopeta is for the iron, I pass with a button
From Morovia to Caguas, bastard, there are a lot
... Highway, I can see the fifth
I invited him on the track, leaving with the track in Buena Vista
I'm going straight ahead, it smells like a bug, not a cheerleader
They're going to keep snoring until some bastard dies.