Paroles et traduction Dyablo - Esto Es Para Esos Putos!

Esto Es Para Esos Putos!

Soy el profeta de tu muerte
Y enemigo de tu suerte
Has hablado demasiado
Ya fue sufisiente
Solo hablas en mi espalda
Si no estoy enfrente
Es mi vengansa
Habre los ojos que yo estoy enfrente
Ya estubo te creias hombre a abrir la boca
Tu turno te a llegado
Aqui se acaba a ti te toca
Con guantes en mis manos
Y mi fusca entre tu voca
Te digo "adios" mientras me rio
Porque tu alma explota
Es la vagancia que me apunto
I sigo siendo
El tipo vengativo que de ti me encuentro riendo
Visiones lentas en mi mente por la marijuana
Pues clausuro mi vista solo estoy buscando el drama
Y terminar con esos putos que en my espalda hablan
Y cuando estoy enfrente se hasen bueyes y asta me hablan
Y teinen miedo en mi presencia pues no tienen nada
Soy el profeta haci es que calla
Porque aqui se acaba

(REPEAT X2)
This is for all you bitches
Who talk and act like snitches
Talk only in my absence
And cowards running scared
When they feel my presence

I'll slit your fuckin throat
I won't think twice
If you running your mouth
Now you gatta lose your life
I'm a smooth criminal
So I ain't catchin no case
And if I do you can catch me I'm awake
I'm blasting first my gat's ready to burst
They try to put me in a hearse
Cause I contradict 'em wit my verse
They get burned like my sheriff
While I'm busting on hoes with my super sperm
This is a promo for you haters
All you punk mothafuckers who be fakers
Talking loud don't envy us
Cause you get no clown with the dangerous Uh
And if blood got to spill it's official
Me and Lucent Four will come to get cha
Hit cha with a doff to your last breath
That's what chu gotta expect to get checked

Esto es para esos putos
Que solo ablan ocultos
Hablan solo an mi aubsensia
Tienen miedo son cobardes sienten mi precensia
Esto es para esos putos
Que solo ablan ocultos
Hablan solo an mi aubsensia
Tienen miedo son cobardes sienten mi precensia

They got me going under pressure
So they best believe they gonna bleed
Fucking with me
I won't have no choice but to leave you on the ground
Six feet down
So lay low really slow as I provoke your place and time
Bitch mothatfucker you ain't hard to find
When I see you I'm gonna let the bomb loose
It's on you
So tell me what chu wanna do

Tus ojos te lloran
Sienten mi presencia
Porque tu alma sola explota
Tu mente ilusina
Tu cuerpo te engana
Y sientes tu derrota
Si crusas mi nombre
Te quemo en la lumbre
Listo pa la otra
Es inutil que corras
Porque sabes bien que ati te toca
Tu cuerpo se raja
Te entierro nabaja
Y como calaga
Te llega la suerte y espanto la muerte
No tienes salida yo estoy en la
Yo estoy en la sima
Estoy en una cantina
Sin tu medecina
Y el pomo de cida
Y bien merecida
Lo corto en seguida
Ya estubo es todo pami quila
Porque no entiendes
Y despiertas de este puto sueno
No tienes nada ni tu fama
Menos el dinero
Hasi es que cambia
O amaneces muerto como un perro
Soy Jesus el diablo
Un profeta un pandillero

This is for all you bitches
Who talk and act like snitches
Talk only in my absence
And cowards running scared
When they feel my presence
Esto es para esos putos
Que solo ablan ocultos
Hablan solo an mi aubsensia
Tienen miedo son cobardes sienten mi precensia
Esto es para esos putos
Que solo ablan ocultos
Hablan solo an mi aubsensia
Tienen miedo son cobardes sienten mi precensia

This Is for Those Fuckers!

I am the prophet of your death
And the enemy of your luck
You've talked too much
It's been enough
You only talk behind my back
When I'm not around
This is my revenge
Open your eyes, I'm right here
It's over, you thought you were a man, opening your mouth
Your turn has come
It ends here, it's your turn
With gloves on my hands
And my gun between your teeth
I say "goodbye" as I laugh
Because your soul explodes
It's the vagrancy that I point out
And I remain
The vengeful guy who laughs at you
Slow visions in my mind from the marijuana
I close my eyes, I'm only looking for drama
And to finish those fuckers who talk behind my back
And when I'm around, they become oxen and even talk to me
They are afraid in my presence because they have nothing
I am the prophet, so shut up
Because it ends here

(REPEAT X2)
This is for all you bitches
Who talk and act like snitches
Talk only in my absence
And cowards running scared
When they feel my presence

I'll slit your fuckin throat
I won't think twice
If you running your mouth
Now you gatta lose your life
I'm a smooth criminal
So I ain't catchin no case
And if I do you can catch me I'm awake
I'm blasting first my gat's ready to burst
They try to put me in a hearse
Cause I contradict 'em wit my verse
They get burned like my sheriff
While I'm busting on hoes with my super sperm
This is a promo for you haters
All you punk mothafuckers who be fakers
Talking loud don't envy us
Cause you get no clown with the dangerous Uh
And if blood got to spill it's official
Me and Lucent Four will come to get cha
Hit cha with a doff to your last breath
That's what chu gotta expect to get checked

This is for those fuckers
Who only talk in hiding
They only talk in my absence
They are afraid, they are cowards, they feel my presence
This is for those fuckers
Who only talk in hiding
They only talk in my absence
They are afraid, they are cowards, they feel my presence

They got me going under pressure
So they best believe they gonna bleed
Fucking with me
I won't have no choice but to leave you on the ground
Six feet down
So lay low really slow as I provoke your place and time
Bitch mothatfucker you ain't hard to find
When I see you I'm gonna let the bomb loose
It's on you
So tell me what chu wanna do

Your eyes cry
They feel my presence
Because your soul explodes alone
Your mind is delusional
Your body deceives you
And you feel your defeat
If you cross my name
I'll burn you in the fire
Ready for the next one
It's useless to run
Because you know well that it's your turn
Your body cracks
I bury you with a knife
And like a calaga
Luck comes to you and scares death away
You have no way out, I'm at the
I'm at the top
I'm in a cantina
Without your medicine
And the bottle of cider
And well deserved
I'll cut it off right away
It's over, it's all for me, quila
Because you don't understand
And you wake up from this fucking dream
You have nothing, not even your fame
Much less the money
So change
Or you wake up dead like a dog
I am Jesus the devil
A prophet, a gang member

This is for all you bitches
Who talk and act like snitches
Talk only in my absence
And cowards running scared
When they feel my presence
This is for those fuckers
Who only talk in hiding
They only talk in my absence
They are afraid, they are cowards, they feel my presence
This is for those fuckers
Who only talk in hiding
They only talk in my absence
They are afraid, they are cowards, they feel my presence