Текст и перевод песни Aitor feat. Redem & Kube - Demasiao pa ti

Demasiao pa ti

Eeehh probando
Ellos son...
Ejido players
Desde el sur de españa y sonando por todo el globo
Asi suena: demaciao pa ti

Presentandose al cargo maximo es aitor al micro

Lo tengo claro y presente
Voy pa' presidente
Si se trata de hacer music
Cuenta con mi gente
Dame un beat y un bick
Y mira lo que tardo
Paganos lo nuestro
Y del resto yo me encargo
Presumes de calle?
Que me vas a contar.
Yo presumo de no ser
Un retrasado mental
Como tu!!
Fuera del barrio no eres nada
A mi me escuchan en colombia, mexico mi pana
Welcome to my town
Aqui no se oye tu mierda
Tu no eres underground
Todos te quieren bajo tierra
Si se organiza un duelo dime
¿De ti quien se acuerda?
Todos llaman al grupo de los micros y las cuerdas
Dire lo que pienso y paso de la bondad
Eres muy aburrido, un coñaso de verdad
¿Tu quien eres para hablar y decir que no soy rap?
Soy el put terremoto que revienta tu ciudad
Mejor que no te metas donde no debes
Si me provocas reza todo lo que sabes
Es mi juego y se juega con mis leyes
Quieres vivir? No te metas con mis players
Escucha cada cancion oh oh
Cuando entramos en accion uahh
No queda nadie con vida

Mira tu eres mi comida
Esta es mi movida
Mi revolucion!!

No nos hables
De tus calles
Yo y mis players

Somos demaciao pa' ti
No nos hables
De tus calles

Yo y mis players
Somos demaciao pa' ti

Bien. Desde colombia
Hasta el ejido alberia, españa
El es redem!!

Mi nombre es redem
Detenganme si pueden
Me siento seguro del poder con todos ustedes
Si te mola mi estilo fasilito te evapora
Balas liricales que tu pecho no perforan
Colombiano de cora.
Vente conmigo y llego tu hora
Llevo flores a tu misa mientras tu familia llora
Hoy no busques batallas
Pa hablar mal mejor te callas
Si no me hace caso lo dejamos vuleto en fallas
Maricona!!! Si habla mierda hago que se la coma
Yo reino en esta zona
Y sin llevar corona
No me preocupo si la cosa se pone fea
Y como del parcero siempre estan pa las que sean
Ok chico el rap no es mi hobbie
Es solo mi forma de vivir ok hommie
Soy un warrior con estilo extra ordinario
Mi vida es la calle
Y mi corazon el barrio
¿Quien como yo? Haaa pues nadie

Manos en el aire el que quiera que lo baile
Los pongo a mi ritmo
Ati te dejo en el abismo
Guardo las municiones por ser un rival digno
¿Y quien como yo? aahh ninguno
Voy directo al to'
A ti te dejo sin futuro
Deje la pose en el malo me dan risa y no les creo

Pongo tu gente en fila y a todos los fogoneo

No nos hables
De tus calles
Yo y mis players
Somos demaciao pa' ti
No nos hables
De tus calles
Yo y mis players
Somos demaciao pa' ti

No te confies
Fuerza y melodia no tienen por que estar reñidas
El es Kube!!!

Me pasan de relevo y
Yo subo al cielo
Mis hommies me respaldan y
No tengo miedo
Escucha tenemos algo que tu no
Y esque somos increibles
Con un microfono
Se que sufres
Y te comparas con nosotros
Siempre rodeados de luces y focos
Tu no brillas
No tienes clase
Y seguramente aqui no lleges a ninguna parte
Somos reyes en la calle
Lo sabe todo el mundo
El que quiera superarnos
Me parece absurdo
Aprieto la tuerca
En el panorama underground
Me sensuran como la peli de saw
Mira como bacilo

Yo soy un asesino
No quiero darte tiro
Y tu quieres robar mi estilo
No vallas de gangster
Que te la juegas
Y si vas de subido
Fijo que te la pegas
Quieren pararme

Intentan superarme
Pero no pueden la calle me da lo que ellos no tienen
Y buscas criticas ya no me duelen
Quieren pararme
Intentan superarme
Pero no pueden la calle me da lo que ellos no tienen
Y buscas criticas ya no me duelen

No nos hables
De tus calles
Yo y mis players
Somos demaciao pa' ti
No nos hables
De tus calles
Yo y mis players
Somos demaciao pa' ti

Santaflow
Bien!! Aitor, redem, cube a la base xman
Menudo sample ehh?!!
Su servidor puso la mix y su gramo de arena en mas sabor estudios, madrid
Tres, dos, uno!!

Too much for you

Eeehh testing
They are...
Ejido Players
From the south of Spain and sounding all over the globe
This is how it sounds: too much for you

Presenting for the highest office is Aitor on the mic

I have it clear and present
I'm going for president
If it's about making music
Count on my people
Give me a beat and a mic
And see how long it takes me
Pay us what we deserve
And I'll take care of the rest
You brag about the streets?
What are you going to tell me?
I brag about not being
Mentally retarded
Like you!!
Outside the hood you're nothing
They listen to me in Colombia, Mexico my pana
Welcome to my town
Here your shit is not heard
You're not underground
Everybody wants you underground
If a duel is organized, tell me
Who remembers you?
Everyone calls the group of mics and strings
I'll say what I think and I don't care about kindness
You're very boring, a real pain in the ass
Who are you to talk and say I'm not rap?
I'm the fucking earthquake that blows up your city
You better not get where you shouldn't
If you provoke me, pray everything you know
It's my game and it's played by my rules
You wanna live? Don't mess with my players
Listen to each song oh oh
When we come into action uahh
No one is left alive

Look, you're my food
This is my thing
My revolution!!

Don't talk to us
About your streets
Me and my players

We are too much for you
Don't talk to us
About your streets

Me and my players
We are too much for you

Well. From Colombia
To El Ejido, Almeria, Spain
He is Redem!!

My name is Redem
Stop me if you can
I feel confident in the power with all of you
If you like my style it evaporates you easily
Lyrical bullets that don't pierce your chest
Colombian at heart
Come with me and your time will come
I bring flowers to your mass while your family cries
Don't look for battles today
To talk bad you better shut up
If you don't listen to me, we'll leave you wrapped in faults
Faggot!!! If he talks shit I make him eat it
I reign in this area
And without wearing a crown
I don't worry if things get ugly
And like my buddy they are always there for whatever
Ok boy rap is not my hobby
It's just my way of living ok homie
I'm a warrior with an extraordinary style
My life is the street
And my heart the hood
Who like me? Haaa well no one

Hands in the air whoever wants to dance it
I put them to my rhythm
I leave you in the abyss
I save the ammo for being a worthy rival
And who like me? aahh no one
I'm going straight to the top
I leave you without a future
I leave the pose in the bad they make me laugh and I don't believe them

I put your people in line and fire them all up

Don't talk to us
About your streets
Me and my players
We are too much for you
Don't talk to us
About your streets
Me and my players
We are too much for you

Don't trust yourself
Strength and melody don't have to be at odds
He's Kube!!!

They pass me the baton and
I go up to heaven
My hommies back me up and
I'm not afraid
Listen we have something you don't
And that is that we are incredible
With a microphone
I know you suffer
And you compare yourself to us
Always surrounded by lights and spotlights
You don't shine
You have no class
And you probably won't get anywhere here
We are kings in the street
Everybody knows it
Whoever wants to surpass us
I think it's absurd
I tighten the nut
In the underground scene
They censor me like the Saw movie
Look how I thrive

I'm a murderer
I don't want to shoot you
And you want to steal my style
Don't go gangster
That you're playing it
And if you're cocky
You're bound to screw up
They want to stop me

They try to surpass me
But they can't the street gives me what they don't have
And you're looking for criticism, they don't hurt me anymore
They want to stop me
They try to surpass me
But they can't the street gives me what they don't have
And you're looking for criticism, they don't hurt me anymore

Don't talk to us
About your streets
Me and my players
We are too much for you
Don't talk to us
About your streets
Me and my players
We are too much for you

Santaflow
Well!! Aitor, Redem, Kube to the Xman base
What a sample huh?!!
Yours truly put the mix and his grain of sand in more flavor studios, Madrid
Three, two, one!!