Mira huelebicho, qué carajo…
Mira…
Por eso vive la música en la emisora cabrón…
Contra men [What!
Tiraste alante
Me baje, fallaste y te achoque
Sentiste como si te hubiera pasado por encima un tren
Recuerda bien
Tuvieron que pararte como entre tres
Basta ya de estar tirandome
Tanto que hablaron
Y ahora el bicho están mamandome
Sábado еn The Show
Con El Coyote encеndio
Entro Master Joe fronteando
Y salió prendío
Delante de un gentío
Que na’ mas acordarme me río
Salió con las cejas partías, y el melón jendio
Falso machismo
Mueran por su egoísmo
Pónganse a hacer música
Canciones perras, con buenos ritmos
Tirandole a Pucho cuando Pucho estaba preso
Y cuando salga Pucho
Va a romperle la cara a muchos
Así que
Salgan del viaje que están hace tiempo
Y entonces podrán hacerlo
Como lo hace el famoso
Ninguno de ustedes
Puede contra mi
Y tienen suerte que es música
Si no saben que cabrones
Iban a dejar de vivir
Ninguno de ustedes
Puede contra mi
Y tienen suerte que es música
Si no saben que cabrones
Iban a dejar de vivir
Yo te lo puedo jurar a ti por mi vida
Que si no fuera música
Te quitaría la tuya
Pero yo tengo que pensar en mis hijas y hacer dinero
Seguir rapeando pa’ poder viajar el mundo entero
Así que hipócritas, bajen el ego
Si no líricamente
Vo’a tener que hacer cantos a un par de raperos
Si hay como diez que me tiran
Y los diez no hacen uno
Que están pretendiendo
Vender copias con lo que están haciendo
Únanse todos bien unidos y mueran juntos
Yo sigo cogiendo renta semanal de to’ los puntos
Y con eso pago los billes y comen mis panas
Gasto en mil lujos, y me sobra para marihuana
Y de los discos pago la Cadillac
¿Dije la Cadillac?
Es que en la parte de atrás
Ando con Ecko y Black
Ya no hay mas de que hablar
Dejen que mi gente decida
Ninguno de ustedes
Puede contra mi
Y tienen suerte que es música
Si no saben que cabrones
Iban a dejar de vivir
Ninguno de ustedes
Puede contra mi
Y tienen suerte que es música
Si no saben que cabrones
Iban a dejar de vivir
Que se sienta otra vez no se escucha
Ahí ahí vamo a darle por donde les duele a to estos infelices
Aja what’s up, si tu sabes que nunca tu
Puede contra mi
Y dale gracias a Dios que esto es música porque si no
Iban a dejar de vivir
Buddha’s Family
Hahahaha…
Se acabó…
Nobody can’t f#ck with us…
You don’t know me, man
Do you teally know me?
Hahahaha…
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Contra Men Lyrics English
Look Huelebicho, what the f#ck …
Sight…
That is why the music lives in the b#stard station …
Against Men [What!
You threw anteen
I get it down, failed and you can
You felt as if you had spent a train
Remember well
They had to stop as between three
It’s enough to be pulling me
So much that they spoke
And now the bug are mamandome
Saturday ЕN The Show
With the coyote enclosed
Entered Master Joe Foreign
And he came out on
In front of a crowd
That na ‘but remember me river
He came out with his eyebrows, and the melonkeeper
False machismo.
They die for their selfishness
Get to make music
Songs b#tches, with good rhythms
By pulling a pouch when Pucho was prisoner
And when it comes out pucon
He is going to break his face to many
So
Come out of the trip that are time ago
And then you can do it
As the famous does
None of you
Can against me
And they are lucky that it is music
If you do not know what b#stards
They were going to stop living
None of you
Can against me
And they are lucky that it is music
If you do not know what b#stards
They were going to stop living
I can swear you for my life
That if it were not music
I would take away yours
But I have to think about my daughters and make money
Continue rapping to be able to travel the whole world
So hypocrites, go down the ego
Yes No Lyricly
I have to make songs for a couple of rappers
If there is about ten that throw me
And the ten do not make one
They are pretending
Sell copies with what they are doing
Join all well united and die together
I still f#ck the weekly income of to ‘the points
And with that I pay the bills and eat my panas
I spend on a thousand luxuries, and I have left for Marijuana
And from the disc payment La Cadillac
Did I say the Cadillac?
Is that in the back
Ando with Ecko and Black
There is no more to talk about
Let my people decide
None of you
Can against me
And they are lucky that it is music
If you do not know what b#stards
They were going to stop living
None of you
Can against me
And they are lucky that it is music
If you do not know what b#stards
They were going to stop living
Who sits again is not heard
There, I am going to give him where he hurts to these unhappy
Aja what’s up, if you know that never your
Can against me
And thank God that this is music because if not
They were going to stop living
Buddha’s Family
Hahahaha …
It’s over…
Nobody Can not f#ck with us …
You do not know me, man
DO YOU TELALLY KNOW ME?
Hahahaha …
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Tempo Lyrics – Contra Men