Paroles et traduction Quetzal - Intro (Detras De La Raya)

Intro (Detras De La Raya)

Buenas tardes conpermiso
Toda la gente pal piso
Traemos rimas
Pal que escuche
Un material para el erizo
Prende el micro
Subele a la consola
Pa tumbar raperitos
Tengo lista la pistola
Y tira tira tira tira
Me da gira tu mentira
Mira como se me vira loco
Soy un perro bravo
Que siempre se pone al brinco
La tira me dice
Que no me callo el osico
Puercos hijos de puta
Callare en mi funeral
Detras de la raya
Puedes llamarme Quetzal
Las manos en alto
Esto es un asalto
Es rap rap
Es rap rap
Las manos en alto
Esto es un asalto
Es rap rap
Es rap rap
Trepale primo
Pa que tiemble la ventana
Asi como a la competencia
Le temblara la papaya
Calla calla
Ya empesastes a tirar
Recuerda que este es el intro
Pa tu disco presentar
Esque dicen que me buscan
Y no pasan por mi cuadra
Y un perro que ladra mucho
No hace nada solo ladra
Yo no le creo
Yo creo lo que veo
Una micha
Y ya se cree
En el rey del narcomenudeo
Buscame en verdad
No soy dificil de encontrar
Si no topamos de a solos
Sabes me voy a fletar
En mi barrio no
Mis perros ay se juntan
En eventos no
Porque luego se preguntan
Y esos weyes del rincon
Se ven perros del mal
Bueno es gente
Que viene a cuidar
La espalda del Quetzal
Mi carro que te pita
No metas la patita
Se las dan de gigantes
Y son amanditititas
Las manos en alto
Esto es un asalto
Es rap rap
Es rap rap
Las manos en alto
Esto es un asalto
Es rap rap
Es rap rap
La primera del tercero
Y ya chinge a dos tres faguetas
A mi me temen con bullets
Con mis puños y mis letras
Y me mantengo fiel
A mi barrio el san miguel
No me alcanzan el nivel
Cuando le doy al papel
Pon la D y la doble R
Junto con la B y la S
No sea G r S
Bese su rosario y rese
Dicen son de calidad
Y que me dejaron atras
Si eso fuera de verdad
Estuvieran con Mastered Tracks
Eso es un proceso
Y no me tomo yo un receso
Mi nombre aqui tiene peso
Y pa la rima meto seso
Que se nota mi progreso
Pues musca se encarga de eso
Pa mis amigos mi mano
Pa mi ruca y mijo un beso
Muaaaaaaa
Tambien pa mis enemigos
El dedo en el gatillo
Para dejarlos fundidos
Las manos en alto
Esto es un asalto
Es rap rap
Es rap rap
Las manos en alto
Esto es un asalto
Es rap rap
Es rap rap

Intro (Behind the Line)

Good evening, excuse me
Everyone get down on the floor
We bring rhymes
For those who listen
Material for the hedgehog
Turn on the mic
Turn up the console
To knock down little rappers
I have the gun ready
And shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Your lies make me spin
Look how I go crazy
I'm a mad dog
Always ready to jump
The cops tell me
That I won't shut my mouth
Fucking pigs
I'll shut up at my funeral
Behind the line
You can call me Quetzal
Hands up
This is a robbery
It's rap rap
It's rap rap
Hands up
This is a robbery
It's rap rap
It's rap rap
Climb up, cousin
So the window shakes
Just like the competition
Their papaya will tremble
Hush hush
You've already started shooting
Remember this is the intro
To present your album
They say they're looking for me
And they don't come by my block
And a dog that barks a lot
Does nothing but bark
I don't believe them
I believe what I see
A little bit
And he already thinks
He's the king of drug dealing
Look for me for real
I'm not hard to find
If we don't meet alone
You know I'm going to get backup
Not in my neighborhood
My dogs gather there
Not at events
Because then they ask
And those guys in the corner
They look like bad dogs
Well, it's people
Who come to take care
Of Quetzal's back
My car that beeps at you
Don't stick your little paw
They act like giants
And they're little sissies
Hands up
This is a robbery
It's rap rap
It's rap rap
Hands up
This is a robbery
It's rap rap
It's rap rap
The first of the third
And I've already screwed two or three faggots
They fear me with bullets
With my fists and my lyrics
And I stay loyal
To my neighborhood, San Miguel
They can't reach my level
When I hit the paper
Put the D and the double R
Along with the B and the S
Don't be a G r S
Kiss your rosary and pray
They say they're quality
And that they left me behind
If that were true
They would be with Mastered Tracks
That's a process
And I didn't take a break
My name carries weight here
And I put my brain into the rhyme
That my progress is noticeable
Well, Musca is responsible for that
For my friends, my hand
For my girl and my son, a kiss
Muaaaaaaa
Also for my enemies
The finger on the trigger
To leave them melted
Hands up
This is a robbery
It's rap rap
It's rap rap
Hands up
This is a robbery
It's rap rap
It's rap rap