More songs by Foyone
Description
Composer: Pedro Navarro Utrera
Producer: Sceno
Masterer: Rafael Gómez
Lyrics and translation
Original
A mí, ¿quién va a vencerme? Le animo al que pueda que lo intente.
Yo valgo por veinte. Hasta el día que me entierren, me van a comer la polla.
Tu mujer grita mi nombre si la follan. Soy el responsable de tu paranoia.
El rey es rey aunque no lleve puestas joyas. Escucha lo que digo.
Competir conmigo carece de sentido. Juego en otro nivel, no me resulta divertido.
Ya sé que voy a ganar antes de que arranque el partido.
Ya.
Lo que piensen me la suda.
La mierda que hablan no me paga las facturas, pero su odio me la pone dura. No me duran un round, siempre enmarronao.
Salgo pa la calle con el pecho blindao. ¿Quieres jugar conmigo, niño? Estás equivocao.
Acabas con sangre en la boca y por el suelo tirao.
Me cuelo en tu sistema rápido como tirones de cadena. Abro la boca y se queman.
Rapeo con el odio que me corre en las venas. A ellos les falta rabia, coraje, cojones.
¿Cómo coño se van a comparar con el Foyone? Ay, que Dios me perdone.
Les arranco la cabeza como si fueran gambones.
Créeme, soy la mejor droga que te puedes comer.
Comparados conmigo, son picao de pared. Que soy la puta polla, eso es lo único que sé.
Y de ahí no me muevo. Ya, ya. Quieren ser mejor que yo, pero les falta huevos.
No me duran un round, siempre enmarronao. Salgo pa la calle con el pecho blindao.
¿Quieres jugar conmigo, niño? Estás equivocao.
Acabas con sangre en la boca y por el suelo tirao. No me duran un round, siempre enmarronao.
Salgo pa la calle con el pecho blindao. ¿Quieres jugar conmigo, niño? Estás equivocao.
Llevo como quince años siendo peso pesao.
Foyone en la casa. Yo no soy Foyone, Foyone es otro.
Yo solo soy un loco que lo sintoniza. Rap sin corte, puta.
Prendo la cámara. CN es la casa. ¡Pow!
English translation
Who is going to defeat me? I encourage anyone who can to try it.
I'm worth twenty. Until the day they bury me, they are going to eat my dick.
Your wife screams my name if she gets fucked. I'm responsible for your paranoia.
The king is king even if he does not wear jewelry. Listen to what I say.
Competing with me is meaningless. I play on another level, it's not fun for me.
I already know I'm going to win before the game starts.
Already.
What they think bothers me.
The shit they talk doesn't pay my bills, but their hate makes me hard. They don't last a round, they're always brown.
I go out into the street with my chest armored. Do you want to play with me, boy? You are wrong.
You end up with blood in your mouth and lying on the ground.
I slip into your system quick as chain pulls. I open my mouth and they burn.
I rap with the hate that runs in my veins. They lack rage, courage, balls.
How the hell are they going to compare with the Foyone? Oh, may God forgive me.
I tear off their heads like they were shrimp.
Believe me, I'm the best drug you can eat.
Compared to me, they are a wallflower. That I'm the fucking dick, that's the only thing I know.
And I don't move from there. Yes, yes. They want to be better than me, but they lack balls.
They don't last a round, they're always brown. I go out into the street with my chest armored.
Do you want to play with me, boy? You are wrong.
You end up with blood in your mouth and lying on the ground. They don't last a round, they're always brown.
I go out into the street with my chest armored. Do you want to play with me, boy? You are wrong.
I've been a heavyweight for about fifteen years.
Foyone in the house. I am not Foyone, Foyone is someone else.
I'm just a crazy person who tunes into it. Uncut rap, bitch.
I turn on the camera. CN is the house. Pow!