Yes…
Yes…
C’mon…
Esto es lo que todos esperaban….
I’ve heard it’s true, que tu con tu fama
Me quitas las ganas
Oye
Puede que mi estilo te degolle
No sé nada, no sé nada
Mi inquieta Beretta
No respeta
Hollow-points y un joint
Me acompaña
Donde voy
¿Quién soy? Me
Asesinador
Del estilo
Demoledor
Fundador
De la rima del Ninja
Da un flip-flop
Y se apodera de la riña
Aves de rapiña
Con la clave
Difеrencia musical para que lo tuyo baje
Con un bеat
Divido MC’s como silabas
Mil adivinanzas
Descífralas, y’all
Lo tuyo me emborracha
Lo mucho empacha
Se versátil
Yo seré volátil
Enviado del cannabis
Más ágil
Que el hielo con el que fusila Dirty Harry
Marioneta
Macario
En mi vecindario
No aceptamos tu vocabulario
Ten cuidado
Porque muchas cosas cambian
Y son
Las miradas maliciosas las que dañan
Me das la mano
Pero no eres mi hermano
Piojo
Tienes suerte de que no me enojo
Sube el volumen
Y oído presta
Extra, extra
Vuelvo en forma deshonesta
Salgo
Una y otra vez representando
Doy fin al demonio
En este monopolio
Juego por dinero
Soy primero
Como Enero
Brindo malas noticias como Rafa el Brasero
Luces, cámara, act-shht-shht-cion
Cuidado que no salga y te ataque con mi gun
Desde el Tin-Tin, Popo, barbaridades
En mas de mil lugares
Con mil personalidades
That’s it, that’s it
El hombre con la clase
Motivo
Y la base
That’s it, that’s it oh-bserva al hombre como lo hace
Ya mira porque no blanquea ni con Ace
That’s it, that’s it oh-bserva al hombre como lo hace
Ya mira porque no blanquea
Yo…
Que de mi se escondan
Que de mi se escondan
Pow! Pow!
Que de mi se escondan
Que de mi se escondan
Que de mi
Que de mi
Que de mi se escondan
Que de mi se escondan
Porque mi gun
Los busca, los busca
I think
There’s gonna be another dead somebwoy…
Around the way tonight…
Somebwoy…
I think
There’s gonna be another dead somebwoy…
Around the way tonight…
Mi little shot’ll go blahh!
Go blahh!
Chill
Don’t worry son
Let’s get it on
Everything is gonna be alright
Word is bond
Es el Cejón, en Español
Con el Crazy Flow de Bandolero, here we go, y’all
Don’t worry son
Let’s get it on
Everything is gonna be alright
Word is bond
Around my way
You’d better pay
‘cuz if not…
It’s your day
Plahh!
El Cejón…
Maquina…
F1 bwoy!
Mendoza!
Can’t mess with me!
1998!
Top Gun!
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Top Gun Lyrics English
And it is…
And it is…
C’mon …
This is what everyone expected …
I’ve Heard It’s True, that you with your fame
You want the desire
Hears
My style may take you
I don’t know anything, I don’t know anything
My restless Beretta
Does not respect
Hollow-Points and a joint
It accompanies me
Where I go
Who I am? I
Adviser
Of the style
Demolition Man
Founder
Of the Ninja rhyme
Give a flip-flop
And he takes over the fight
Prey birds
With the key
Musical Difеncia for yours to fall
With a Bеat
DIVIDO MC’S LIKE SILABAS
A thousand riddles
Discover them, Y’all
Yours drunk me
The much you get
It versatile
I will be volatile
Cannabis envoy
More agile
That the ice with which Dirty Harry shoots
Puppet
Macario
In my neighborhood
We do not accept your vocabulary
Be careful
Because many things change
And they are
The malicious looks that damage
You shake hands
But you are not my brother
Louse
You’re lucky that I don’t get angry
Turn up the volume
And hear lends
Extra extra
I turn dishonest
I go out
Again and again representing
I end the demon
In this monopoly
Game for money
I am first
As January
I offer bad news like Rafa the brazier
Lights, camera, Act-Shht-Shht-conction
Be careful not to come out and attack you with my gun
From tin-tin, poop, barbarities
In more than a thousand places
With a thousand personalities
That’s it, that’s it
The man with class
Reason
And the base
That’s it, that’s it oh-b reserve man as he does
He already looks because he doesn’t whitish or with ace
That’s it, that’s it oh-b reserve man as he does
Look because I don’t whiten
Me…
That they hide from me
That they hide from me
Pow! Pow!
That they hide from me
That they hide from me
That of me
That of me
That they hide from me
That they hide from me
Because my gun
Look for them, look for them
I Think
There’s Gonna Be Another Dead Hivebwoy …
Around the way tonight …
Somebwoy …
I Think
There’s Gonna Be Another Dead Hivebwoy …
Around the way tonight …
My little shot’ll go blahh!
Go blahh!
Chill
Don’s Worry Son
Let’s get it on
Everything Is Gonna Be Alright
Word is bond
Is the cejón, in Spanish
With the Crazy Flow of Bandolero, Here We Go, Y’all
Don’s Worry Son
Let’s get it on
Everything Is Gonna Be Alright
Word is bond
Around My Way
You’d Better Pay
‘Cuz if not …
It’s your day
Plahh!
The Cejon …
Machine…
F1 bwoy!
Mendoza!
Can’t Mess With Me!
1998!
Top Gun!
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
MC Ceja Lyrics – Top Gun