Esto es.. Los Finest Baby
20100 Finest, Baby baby
Los Diablos
Ja ja (ja ja)
Voy como loco a por chavos (ching)
Yo me llevo a tu puta y me la clavo
Ya tu sabes; 20100 esclavo
Solamente hacemos coro con bravos
Largo de aqui asco e’ pavo
Los finest, los duros, los diablos, (Los Finest)
‘Tamos galopando sin jockey
Los potros más duros de todo el establo
Ellos no son Tony ni Pablo (no)
Tampoco el padrino ni Sosa
Miran pa’ bajo si les hablo
En YouTube hacen otra cosa
Tu eres mi mujer pero el barrio mi esposa
En esto a mi no hay quien me tosa
Están hablando, cavando su fosa
Pa’ cada hater yo tengo una rosa, b#tch
Ahora todos son killa like Suge
Yo siempre real me mantuve
Estos fekas no saben lo que es ser un G
Lo tienen que andar buscando en google
Me los como como si son Burgers
Me aparto del feka me aparto e’ la mugre
El que tenga problemas que apechuge
Póntelo en el BMW
Tu no eres mi pana, tu no eres mi bro
Parto la beat, le meto cabrón
Nacimos sin lujo, talento sobró
Tengo a mis Finest sembrando el terror
El que me hizo daño cobró
O va hacerlo tarde o temprano
El 20100 no es el Bronx
Pero nadie esta libre de pecado
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Tool Castellanos – Paciencia
Los Diablos Lyrics English
This is .. the Finest Baby
20100 Finest, Baby Baby
The Devils
LOL)
I go crazy for Chavos (Ching)
I take your wh#re and nail it
You know; 20100 slave
We only do chorus with brave
Long here disgust and turkey
The Finest, the Hard, the Devils, (the Finest)
‘We galloping without jockey
The toughest foals of the entire stable
They are not Tony or Pablo (no)
Nor the godfather or soda
They look down if I speak to you
On YouTube they do something else
You are my wife but the my wife’s neighborhood
In this there is no one to have me
They are talking, digging their pit
For every haater I have a rose, b#tch
Now they are Killa Like suge
I always keep me
These fekas do not know what it is to be a g
They have to walk on Google
I eat them as if they are Burgers
I move away from Feka I moved away and ‘the dirt
The one who has problems that a sorry
Put it in the BMW
You are not my corduroy, you are not my bro
I birth the beat, I b#stard him
We were born without luxury, talent left
I have my Finest sowing terror
The one who hurt me charged
Or he will do it sooner or later
20100 is not the Bronx
But nobody is free of sin
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Caste Lyrics – Los Diablos