Que se tiren, que no hay pa’ nadie
O.G. Black y Master Joe estan en la calle
Que se tiren, que ya no hay break’e
Ya salio “Sabotaje”, y tendran que esconderse
Que se tiren, que no hay pa’ nadie
Don Che’, O.G. Black y Master Joe en la calle
Que se tiren, que ya no hay break’e
Ya salio “Sabotaje”, y tendran que esconderse
Moriran por entero, soy uno de los pioneros
Con un tumbao’ callejero, cuando empeze fue de cero
Bandolero del mero, de gondolero a rapero
No me tiran, no en el Lucky pa’ llevarnos los cueros
Corriendo Banshee, enfangao, zafao por el Expreso
Muchos quieren verme muerto, jodido, o preso
Loco, brega con eso, que estoy vivito y coleando
En Borinquen
Cuando le meto es pa’ que brinquen
Yo soy puertorro de cora’, que fuma y bebe Pitorro
Inventa conmigo te forro
A tiros, jalo el martillo
Soy del area de Trujillo
Frontea, y baja pa’ aca
Que estoy en el caserio, huele-bi’
Baja pa’ aca
Metete en la boca del lobo
Que vas hablar como un loro
Voy hacer que a todas fuerzas tu te aprendas mi coro
Acompañao, o solo
Sigo yo humildon de cualquier modo
Y tu te haces el guapeton porque andas con coro
‘tan guillao de gangsters
No le tenemos miedo a nadie
Mira, aqui todos somos calle
Y si me tiran no fallen
No fallen, no fallen
‘tan guillao de gangsters
No le tenemos miedo a nadie
Mira, aqui todos somos calle
Y si me tiran no fallen
No fallen, no fallen
La calle esta dura, colega
Vela con quien tu bregas
Sea, chequea quien te rodea
Quienes son los que te backean
Que cuando menos te creas
Siempre se cola un hijuela’
Que traiciona, boconea, o si no chotea
La calle esta dura, mi hermano
Siempre existen los gusanos
Que hacen que sea en vano
Arreglan estrechando mano
Si el de hipocrecía habla claro
Que en la mia me amparo
Si tu bregas, no reparos
Si me tiras, nos matamos
Por lo mio, a to’a
A ultima hora, que se joda
Si tu debes, paga
No vengas con esa labia boba
De pistolas
No tienes cria, ni cora’
Tu altaneria no impresiona
Lo que hace es que me encojona
Te voy a dejar jodido y pelao’ como Maradona
Siente esta lirica cabrona
Que el Master Joe ahora detona
No es broma, toma
Te vere pronto en la lona
Que se tiren, que no hay pa’ nadie
O.G. Black y Master Joe estan en la calle
Que se tiren, que ya no hay break’e
Ya salio “Sabotaje”, y tendran que esconderse
Que se tiren, que no hay pa’ nadie
Don Che’, O.G. Black y Master Joe en la calle
Que se tiren, que ya no hay break’e
Ya salio “Sabotaje”, y tendran que esconderse
‘tan guillao de gangsters
No le tenemos miedo a nadie
Mira, aqui todos somos calle
Y si me tiran no fallen
No fallen, no fallen
‘tan guillao de gangsters
No le tenemos miedo a nadie
Mira, aqui todos somos calle
Y si me tiran no fallen
No fallen, no fallen
Se creen que tienen pistolas
Y pueden joder conmigo
Loco, salte de mi camino
O te vo’a volar las nolas
Mi pistola te perfora
Ya te llego tu hora
De cora’, no te pongas ahora
A hablar mierda en la emisora
‘tras tratando de tumbarme
Yo vine aqui pa’ quedarme
Quieres brincarme, el bicho tendras que mamarme
Aqui yo soy el padrino
Estas guillao’ de Al Pacino
En tu propio barrio te meto en la cara
Alfrente del vecino
A mi me importa un divino
Yo soy el gangsterino
Aqui no vengas con fronte
Que aqui no hay quien me la monte
[Dwella’!
‘tan guillao de gangsters
No le tenemos miedo a nadie
Mira, aqui todos somos calle
Y si me tiran no fallen
No fallen, no fallen
‘tan guillao de gangsters
No le tenemos miedo a nadie
Mira, aqui todos somos calle
Y si me tiran no fallen
No fallen, no fallen
Toma!
O.G. Black y Master Joe!
[Yeah!
[Don Che’!
Te dije que es pesao’ lo que traje!
Diamond Collection!
D-D-D-D-D-Dwella’!
D-D-D-D-D-Dwella’!
Wow!
Se acabo el break’e!
[“Sabotaje”!
Se acabo el break’e!
[These n#gg#’s want war!
Se acabo el break’e!
“Sabotaje”!
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Somos Calle Lyrics English
Who are thrown, that there is no nobody
O.G Black and Master Joe are on the street
Who are thrown, that there is no longer break’e
Already came out “sabotage”, and they will have to hide
Who are thrown, that there is no nobody
Don Che ‘, O.G. Black and Master Joe on the street
Who are thrown, that there is no longer break’e
Already came out “sabotage”, and they will have to hide
They will die entirely, I am one of the pioneers
With a ‘stray, when I started it was zero
Bandolero del Mero, from Gondolier rapper
Do not throw me, not at Lucky to take the leathers
Running Banshee, Emphanga, Zafao by the express
Many want to see me dead, f#cked, or prisoner
Crazy, Brega with that, I’m Live and Cabeando
In Borinquen
When I get it, it’s pa ‘who brinquen
I am Puerto Rico ‘, which smokes and baby pitorro
Invent with me I lined
By shots, pull the hammer
I’m from the Trujillo Area
Border, and low pa ‘here
I’m in the case, smell-Bi ‘
Low Pa ‘ACA
Stay in the wolf’s mouth
What are you talking like a parrot
I’m going to do that you learn my choirs to all forces
Accompanied, or only
I still have humildon anyway
And you make the guapeton because you walk with chorus
‘So Guillao de Gangsters
We are not afraid of anyone
Look, here we are all Street
And if they pull me, they do not fail
DO NOT FALL, DO NOT FALL
‘So Guillao de Gangsters
We are not afraid of anyone
Look, here we are all Street
And if they pull me, they do not fail
DO NOT FALL, DO NOT FALL
The street is hard, colleague
Candle with whom your strength
Be, check who surrounds you
Who are the ones who backean you
That at least you believe
A sonuela is always tail
What betraya, boconea, or if you do not crote
The street is hard, my brother
There are always the worms
That make it in vain
Arrange shake hands
If Hipocrecia Speaks clearly
That in mine amparo
IF YOUR BREAKES, DO NOT REPAIR
If you throw me, we kill ourselves
For mine, to all
At the last hour, it f#cks
If you owe, pay
Do not come with that Labia Boba
Of pistols.
You do not have a baby, nor cara ‘
Your Altaneria does not impress
What he does is that I shrink
I’m going to leave you f#cked up and pelao ‘as maradona
Feel this lirica cabrona
That the Master Joe now detonates
It is not a joke, take
I’ll see you soon on the canvas
Who are thrown, that there is no nobody
O.G Black and Master Joe are on the street
Who are thrown, that there is no longer break’e
Already came out “sabotage”, and they will have to hide
Who are thrown, that there is no nobody
Don Che ‘, O.G. Black and Master Joe on the street
Who are thrown, that there is no longer break’e
Already came out “sabotage”, and they will have to hide
‘So Guillao de Gangsters
We are not afraid of anyone
Look, here we are all Street
And if they pull me, they do not fail
DO NOT FALL, DO NOT FALL
‘So Guillao de Gangsters
We are not afraid of anyone
Look, here we are all Street
And if they pull me, they do not fail
DO NOT FALL, DO NOT FALL
They think they have pistols
And can f#ck with me
Crazy, jump out of my way
Or I saw you fly the nolas
My gun pierces you
I already got your time
Of Cora ‘, do not put yourself now
To talk sh#t in the station
‘After trying to lie down
I came here to stay
You want to jump, the bug will have to suck me
Here I am the godfather
These guillao ‘from al pacino
In your own neighborhood I get into the face
Neighbor allege
I care a divine
I am the gangsterine
Here do not come with a border
That here there is no one
[Dwella ‘!
‘So Guillao de Gangsters
We are not afraid of anyone
Look, here we are all Street
And if they pull me, they do not fail
DO NOT FALL, DO NOT FALL
‘So Guillao de Gangsters
We are not afraid of anyone
Look, here we are all Street
And if they pull me, they do not fail
DO NOT FALL, DO NOT FALL
Taking!
O.G BLACK AND MASTER JOE!
[Yeah!
[Don Che ‘!
I told you it’s weighing ‘what I brought!
Diamond Collection!
D-D-D-D-D-Dwella ‘!
D-D-D-D-D-Dwella ‘!
Wow!
The break’e is over!
[“Sabotage”!
The break’e is over!
[TheSe n#gg#’s Want War!
The break’e is over!
“Sabotage”!
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Master Joe, O.G. Black Lyrics – Somos Calle