What’s up? (What’s up?)
What’s up?
These n#gg#s don’t know Dóntia (¿Qué fue?)
A ver pues
Yo (Uhhh)
¿Qué fue? ¿Hoy qué me ofrece la cuidad?
Ruido estático en la casa y gritos en la vecindad, ¿Y qué?
¿Qué dirán sobre lo fácil que es rimar, de lo serio de mi rap, sobre a quién logré pisar?
Persignáte, yo soy el santo de tu cuadra
Un puntapié en tu cancha, niño y te doblo la escuadra (Uh)
Sebas la muerde porque calla y ya no ladra
Los temas me pegan terapias que ni el psiquiatra (Oh, yeah)
Nadie lo espera; ni vos, ni tu lady
Morder mejor que yo les cuesta más que sus Nike, ¡Ja!
No se me vuelan, no hay letrero de “exit”
Me sacan contra suaves más pastores que Almighty, huh
Everybody’s not for everybody, man
Just don’t think o- We just stop rapping shit; stop it, man
I’m tired, I’m tired of it
I’m tired, ‘know what I mean? Just… Let it out
Papi…
No niño, me pusiste fue a competir
Me pusiste fue a competir y yo… ¿Qué más puedo hacer?
Yo presumo mi linaje, what about it?
Me desentiendo de visajes si cae la tarde
Niños mafia que le rezan al poster de Scarface (Prrrrr)
No leí lo que me enviaron, tal vez más tarde
Hold on, ¡Je!
Se calla su ovación
Salen con unas raras que me toca estar avión (Damn)
Mi negro no se acerque, que me pega el sarampión
¿Tienen tienda? Que la atiendan, yo no soy su proveedor (Nuh-uh)
No señor, se descuidan y los vuelvo mierda (Shh)
Estoy durmiendo y los güiros no me despiertan, ¡Ja!
Son puntos triples, cross-over, step-back
¡Y chás! Toda su descendencia ya está muerta (Damn, n#gg#)
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CHA$ Lyrics English
What’s Up? (What’s Up?)
What’s Up?
You are n#gg#s Don’t Know Dontia (what was it?)
Let’s see then
Me (uhhh)
What was it? What does the city offer me today?
Static noise in the house and shouts in the neighborhood, and what?
What will they say about how easy it is to rhyme, the serious of my rap, about whom I managed to step on?
Persignáte, I am the saint of your block
A kick on your court, child and bend the squad (UH)
Sebas bites her because she shuts her up and no longer bricks
The themes hit me that neither the psychiatrist (oh, yeah)
No one awaits him; Neither you, nor your lady
Bite better than me costs more than their Nike, ha!
They do not fly, there is no “Exit” sign
They take me out against milds more shepherds than Almighty, Huh
Everybody’s not for everybody, man
Just Don’t Think O- We Just Stop Rapping Shit; Stop it, man
I’M TIRED, I’M TIRED OF IT
I’M TRIRED, ‘Know What I Mean? Just … let it out
Daddy…
No child, you put me to compete
You put me to compete and I … What else can I do?
I presume my lineage, what about it?
I disguise myself with visions if the afternoon falls
Mafia children who pray to the Scarface poster (Prrrrr)
I did not read what they sent me, maybe later
Hold on, heh!
Your ovation is silent
They go out with some rare that I have to be plane (DAMN)
My black does not come, that my measles hit me
Do they have a store? That they attend it, I am not its supplier (NUH-UH)
No sir, they are neglected and they make them sh#t (SHH)
I am sleeping and the Güiros do not wake me up, ha!
They are triple points, Cross-Over, Step-back
And Chás! All its offspring is already dead (Damn, n#gg#)
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Oblivion’s Mighty Trash Lyrics – CHA$