Paroles et traduction Papi Wilo - Freestyle 19 "Cien Estillos"

Freestyle 19 "Cien Estillos"

Ya la vida no es la misma coje el tiempo cambio la carima
No te percataste y pasaron ya par de crisma
Yo se la razon por que conmigo tu enchimba y es que tu eras el cheque pero ahora yo soy la firma
Y voy a mi cuesteme lo que me cueste tirando palante aun que me echen mala suerte
Ninguno haa matao pero todos
Habalan de muerte dicen ser los duros sin saber quien es el fuelte
Dile que llego la calma de la tormenta y que tengo el lapiz loco y la libreta suelta
Asi que ten cuidao mira avel con quien inventa por las que eran pincesas seran secicientas
Vivo adelantao flotando sobre el momento no lo pienses mucho y vente gozate mi tiempo
Siempre te lo dije pero lo cojiste a cuento que este chamaco estaba duero como el semento
Mastique esto es rap pa que tu te ubique y un estilo pesaoo que vale mas que tu tiket
Yo tengo el poder de molestarte el tabique y hago que te rasque aun que no te piqueee
Valiente guerra conmigo son otros veinte no mato con pistola yo mato con la mente
Tengo el tumbao y estilo suficiente de ponerte a papotear si me escuchas de frente
Sobonte tira y canta deja el pronte o te voy a dejar papi como cabra en monte tirao pa tras mirando del orisonte y al que se montoo vete y dile que se desmonte
Llego el papaupa el que los machuca tengo estilos y ninguno caduca
Llego el papaupa el que los machuca dale tira pa lante pa explotarte la nuca
A veses siento que soy de otro planeta pero si no hay mas naaa a falta de pan galleta
Sigue tu camino y no te comprometas por que pa tu chiringa pues yo cargo un cometa
Con fallel pa meterte hasta que te estalle yo te tumbo el guille sin entrar a detalle
No sea brabucon o amanece dentro el valle esto es puerto rico aqui todos somos calle
So chipi no es lo mismo regular que cripi tiras un pie al bote y te fundo la pendicitis
Yo ronco en PR no por new yourk city los ojos explotao y no es conjotubitis
You compa callate y no me monte trompa o puede ser que tu carrera se rompa
Aqui yo soy el de la yompaa pero pa que tira de tres si yo los mato de la compa
Canalla wilo apunta tira y no falla ponte bruto papi que te voy a quemar la maya yo no me creo el mas que tiene agallas
Pero es que ninguno de estos raperitos a mi me dan la talla

Llego el papaupa el que los machuca tengo estilos y ninguno caduca
Llego el papaupa el que los machuca dale tira pa lante pa explotarte la nuca

Freestyle 19 "One Hundred Styles"

Life ain't the same no more, time has changed, the face has changed
You didn't notice and now a couple of years have passed
I know the reason why you're so hot with me, it's because you used to be the check, but now I'm the signature
And I'm gonna go for it, no matter what it takes, pushing forward even though I'm getting bad luck
None have killed yet, but they
They talk about death, they say they're tough without knowing who's the real deal
Tell him that the calm after the storm has arrived and that I have a crazy pencil and a loose notebook
So watch out, be careful who you mess with, because those who used to be princesses will be servants
I live in the future, floating on the moment, don't think too much and come and enjoy my time
I always told you but you took it for granted, that this kid was sleepy as cement
Chew on this, this is rap to get you straight, and a heavy style that's worth more than your ticket
I have the power to mess with your septum and make you scratch even though it doesn't itch
Brave war with me against twenty others, I don't kill with a gun, I kill with my mind
I have enough swagger and style to make you bow down if you listen to me face to face
Calm down, blow and sing, stop showing off or I'll leave you, baby, like a goat on a mountain looking back at the horizon and whoever got on, go and tell him to get off
The papaupa has arrived, the one who crushes them, I have styles and none of them expire
The papaupa has arrived, the one who crushes them, come on, move forward and I'll blow your brains out
Sometimes I feel like I'm from another planet, but if there's nothing else, I'll eat cookies for bread
Go your own way and don't commit, because for your stall, I carry a comet
With the kick to drill it in until it bursts, I'll take down your swag without going into details
Don't be a bully or you'll wake up in the valley, this is Puerto Rico, here we're all street
So little one, it's not the same as regular or crispy, you throw a foot in the pot and I'll give you appendicitis
I snore in PR, not in New York City, my eyes are popping out and it's not conjunctivitis
You, my friend, shut up and don't get smart with me, or your career might end
Here I'm the one with the strings, but why bother with threes when I can kill them with one
Wilo, rascal, aim, shoot and don't miss, get tough, baby, and I'll burn your net, I don't think I'm the one with the most guts
But the fact is that none of these little rappers can measure up to me

The papaupa has arrived, the one who crushes them, I have styles and none of them expire
The papaupa has arrived, the one who crushes them, come on, move forward and I'll blow your brains out