Lyrics and translation Don Aero - Dices Tu Digo Yo

Dices Tu Digo Yo

Sobre la pista o acapella tornamesas sin vinilo,
Freestyle o grabación por donde quieras darle filo
Dices tu ser asesino dices ser el mas matón
Yo digo que la piensas pa' salir de tu cantón
Dices tu que en el negocio que en el vicio no se que
Digo yo que tus mentiras ni pinocho se las cree
Dices tu digo yo ni rapero ni MC
Soy un vocero de la calle por que en la calle me crié.
Así nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Si nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Dices tú que me odias que no soportas mi rap
Digo yo que si no estoy te avientas uno de mis tracks
Digo que pasa contigo entender no consigo digo
Al principio me amaban después ya soy su objetivo
(Dices tú que me estrilo que me siento muy acá
Dime si me has conocido o si hablas por hablar)
El micro ya esta encendido nadie lo puede apagar
Ni más ni menos don aero ya te volvió a disparar
Así nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Sí nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Dices tu que tu clica que eres cholo por pasión
Digo yo que si andas solo te sale lo maricon
Mis respetos pa la gente que no necesita hablar
Que sabe como esta el pedo a la hora de brincar
(Y si quieren seguir engañandose)
Pues adelante sigan contando sus travesuras
Yo solo me preocupo por esta tan vida dura
Redactando cosas reales nada de choco aventuras
Ja nada de chocó aventuras
Así nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Si nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Sobre la pista o acapella tornamesas sin vinilo,
Freestyle o grabación por donde quieras darle filo
Dices tu ser asesino dices ser el mas matón
Yo digo que la piensas pa' salir de tu cantón
Dices tu que en el negocio que en el vicio no se que
Digo yo que tus mentiras ni pinocho se las cree
Dices tu digo yo ni rapero ni MC
Soy un vocero de la calle por que en la calle me crié.
Así nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Si nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Dices tú que me odias que no soportas mi rap
Digo yo que si no estoy te avientas uno de mis tracks
Digo que pasa contigo entender no consigo digo
Al principio me amaban después ya soy su objetivo
(Dices tú que me estrilo que me siento muy acá
Dime si me has conocido o si hablas por hablar)
El micro ya esta encendido nadie lo puede apagar
Ni más ni menos don aero ya te volvió a disparar
Así nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Sí nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Dices tu que tu clica que eres cholo por pasión
Digo yo que si andas solo te sale lo maricon
Mis respetos pa la gente que no necesita hablar
Que sabe como esta el pedo a la hora de brincar
(Y si quieren seguir engañandose)
Pues adelante sigan contando sus travesuras
Yo solo me preocupo por esta tan vida dura
Redactando cosas reales nada de choco aventuras
Ja nada de chocó aventuras
Así nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras
Si nomás caminar sin un cuete en la cintura
Sigo dando de que hablar dentro de cabezas duras

You Say, I Say

On the track or acapella, turntables without vinyl,
Freestyle or recording, wherever you want to sharpen it
You say you're a killer, you say you're the toughest
I say you think about it to get out of your hood
You say that in the business, that in the vice, I don't know what
I say that even Pinocchio doesn't believe your lies
You say, I say, neither rapper nor MC
I'm a street spokesperson because I was raised on the street.
Just like that, walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
Yeah, just walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
You say you hate me, that you can't stand my rap
I say that if I'm not around, you throw on one of my tracks
I say what's wrong with you, I can't understand, I say
At first, they loved me, then I became their target
(You say that I flaunt it, that I feel so in tune
Tell me if you've met me or if you're just talking)
The mic is already on, no one can turn it off
Neither more nor less, Don Aero has come back to shoot you again
Just like that, walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
Yeah, just walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
You say that your clique, that you're a cholo out of passion
I say that if you walk alone, your faggot side comes out
My respects to the people who don't need to talk
Who knows how things are when it's time to jump
(And if you want to keep fooling yourselves)
Well, go ahead and keep telling your mischievous stories
I only worry about this hard life
Writing real things, no choco adventures
Ha, no choco adventures
Just like that, walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
Yeah, just walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
On the track or acapella, turntables without vinyl,
Freestyle or recording, wherever you want to sharpen it
You say you're a killer, you say you're the toughest
I say you think about it to get out of your hood
You say that in the business, that in the vice, I don't know what
I say that even Pinocchio doesn't believe your lies
You say, I say, neither rapper nor MC
I'm a street spokesperson because I was raised on the street.
Just like that, walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
Yeah, just walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
You say you hate me, that you can't stand my rap
I say that if I'm not around, you throw on one of my tracks
I say what's wrong with you, I can't understand, I say
At first, they loved me, then I became their target
(You say that I flaunt it, that I feel so in tune
Tell me if you've met me or if you're just talking)
The mic is already on, no one can turn it off
Neither more nor less, Don Aero has come back to shoot you again
Just like that, walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
Yeah, just walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
You say that your clique, that you're a cholo out of passion
I say that if you walk alone, your faggot side comes out
My respects to the people who don't need to talk
Who knows how things are when it's time to jump
(And if you want to keep fooling yourselves)
Well, go ahead and keep telling your mischievous stories
I only worry about this hard life
Writing real things, no choco adventures
Ha, no choco adventures
Just like that, walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads
Yeah, just walking without a gun on my waist
I keep giving people things to talk about inside hard heads