Paroles et traduction Papi Wilo - Freestyle 19 Cien Estilos

Freestyle 19 Cien Estilos

Ajá, que pasó?
Mera, ya la vida no es la misma
Corre el tiempo cambia la carisma
No te percataste pasaron un par de crisma
Yo sé la razón porque conmigo tú te chimba
Y es que tú eras el cheque y ahora yo sola firma

Y voy a mí cuesteme lo que me cueste
Tirando pa lante Aunque me eché mala suerte
Ninguno me ha matado pero todos hablan de muerte
Dicen ser Los Duros sin saber quién es el fuerte
Dile que llegó la calma de la tormenta
Y que tengo el lápiz loco y la libreta suelta
Así que ten cuidado Mira tú con quién inventas
Porque las que eran princesas eran cenicientas

Vivo adelantado flotando sobre el momento
No lo piense mucho vente y goza de mi tiempo
Siempre te lo dije pero lo cogiste a cuento
Que este chamaco estaba duro como el cemento
Mastique esto es rap para que tu te ubiques
Y un estilo pesado que vale más que tu ticket
Yo tengo el poder de que no salte el tabique
Y hago que te rasques Aunque no te pique

Valiente guerra conmigo y son otros 20
No mató con pistolas yo mató con la mente
Tengo el tumbao y estilo suficiente
De ponerte a capotear si me escuchas de frente.

O te voy a dejar papi como cabroemonte
Tirao pa trás Mirando al horizonte
Y el que se montó ve y dile que se desmonte

Llegó el papa upa el que los Machuca
Tengo 100 estilos Y ninguno caduca
Llegó el papa upa el que los machuca
Dale tira pa lante para explotarte de la nuca

Llegó el papa upa el que los Machuca
Tengo 100 estilos Y ninguno caduca
Llegó el papa upa el que los machuca
Dale tira pa lante para explotarte de la nuca

Pero si no hay más nada A falta de pan galletas
Sigue tu camino y no te comprometas
Porque para tu chiringa, pues yo cargo un cometa
Comflyer para meterte hasta que te estalle
Yo te tumbó elguille sin entrar en detalles
No seas bravucón amaneces dentro del Valle
Esto es Puerto Rico Aquí todos somos calle
Sushipi no es lo mismo regular que kripy
Tira un pie al bote y te fundó el apendicitis
Yo ronco en PR no por New York City
Los ojos explotado y no es conjuntivitis

Yo pompa, cállate y no me monté trompa
O puede ser que tu carrera se rompa
Canalla mi lápiz apunta tira y no falla
Ponte a punto papi que te voy a quemar la malla
Yo no me creo el más que tiene agallas
Pero es que ninguno de estos raperitos a mí me da la talla

Llegó el papa upa el que los Machuca
Tengo 100 estilos Y ninguno caduca
Llegó el papa upa el que los machuca
Dale tira pa lante para explotarte de la nuca

Llegó el papa upa el que los Machuca
Tengo 100 estilos Y ninguno caduca
Llegó el papa upa el que los machuca
Dale tira pa lante para explotarte de la nuca

Freestyle 19 Cien Estilos

Hey, what's up?
Baby, life is not the same
Time passes, charisma changes
You didn't notice, a couple of years have passed
I know the reason why you're mad at me
And it's because you used to be the check and now I sign alone

And I'm going to make it on my own, no matter what it takes
Moving forward even if I have bad luck
None of them have killed me, but they all talk about death
They say they're tough without knowing who's the strongest
Tell her that the calm after the storm has arrived
And that my pencil is crazy and my notebook is loose
So be careful who you mess with
Because the ones who used to be princesses were Cinderellas

I live on the edge, floating above the moment
Don't think too much about it, come and enjoy my time
I always told you, but you took it as a joke
That this kid was as hard as cement
Chew on this, this is rap so you can find yourself
And a heavy style that's worth more than your ticket
I have the power to stop the septum from jumping
And I make you scratch even if you don't itch

Fight me and it's 20 others
I don't kill with guns, I kill with the mind
I have enough flow and style
To make you fall off if you listen to me from the front.

Or I'm going to leave you baby like a goat
Lying back looking at the horizon
And the one who got on, go tell him to get off

The pope has arrived, the one who crushes them
I have 100 styles and none of them expire
The pope has arrived, the one who crushes them
Come on, keep going, so I can blow your mind

The pope has arrived, the one who crushes them
I have 100 styles and none of them expire
The pope has arrived, the one who crushes them
Come on, keep going, so I can blow your mind

But if there's nothing else, for lack of bread, crackers
Follow your path and don't commit yourself
Because for your piddling, I carry a kite
Cometa to put inside you until it bursts
I'll knock you out without going into details
Don't be a bully, you'll end up in the Valley
This is Puerto Rico, we're all street here
Sushimi is not the same as regular kripys
Put your foot in the trap and I'll set you on fire
I snore in PR, not in New York City
Eyes popping out and it's not conjunctivitis

Hey, shut up and don't get excited
Or your career might end
My pencil is wicked, it shoots and doesn't miss
Get ready, baby, 'cause I'm gonna burn your whole body
I don't think I'm the one with the most guts
But none of these little rappers can match me

The pope has arrived, the one who crushes them
I have 100 styles and none of them expire
The pope has arrived, the one who crushes them
Come on, keep going, so I can blow your mind

The pope has arrived, the one who crushes them
I have 100 styles and none of them expire
The pope has arrived, the one who crushes them
Come on, keep going, so I can blow your mind