Текст и перевод песни Baby Rasta & Gringo feat. Nengo Flow - Odio (feat. Ñengo Flow) [Remix]

Odio (feat. Ñengo Flow) [Remix]

Sabemos que tienen pesadillas con ′Los Lobos'
Pero el deseo que sienten por dentro de espacharrarme a mi
Es un sueño

Hay comentarios en mi barrio de que yo soy hombre muerto
De que me van a reventar ni que saliendo de un concierto
Ya par de veces me han tirado y han fracasado en el intento
Ando con EME en el TL, y la FM respondiendo

Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían
Pero no tienen cría

Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían
Pero no tienen cría

Me jodí todavía esta mordia′ (Si, si)
La gente aquella sin puntería
Muchos años y no se saca esa espina
Soy culpable de no dejarme mandiga'

Se que te caigo como bomba, como eco rombass
Palabras en mi boca hueletranca no pongas
Hablo de frente fuerte me saco gente
Que no estan acostumbrados a que les baje caliente

Oye demonio los poderes estan en Santurce
Lo real siempre aparta lo de dulce
Tengo una loca como tu, pa' que se junten
A ver si pueden con el come dulces

Estoy alzao′, claro naci pa′ babalao'
Dejereo′ con las mujeres que me han dejao'
Tan miserable no debió haber nacido
Te confundes ser humilde con estar jodio′, y me tienen

Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían
Pero no tienen cría

Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían
Pero no tienen cría

Alerta, dale reload, que la presión se sienta
Que ellos no saben que su odio mi ego alimenta
Gringo, ahora con Tego y el Ñengo
Y todas las expresiones en este Remix las sostengo

Me tienen cazao', pero ninguno me toca
Si no van a hacer nada cabrones, cierren la boca
Que yo ando ready pa′ to, y me los llevo uno a uno
Les dejo un rapapam, y la cara botando humo

Recargo y ram pam pam pam, a volar como paloma

Bobby me dice que andan todos prestao', que no son broma
En el velorio, mientras su familia llora a ese jodio'
Meterme en la capilla a rematarlos con la 40 full con odio

Son mas rollo que película, su letra es ridícula
Son una mie, tan obsoletos, necesitan mi matricula
Y aunque me odien, sin cojones me cuido de los cabrones
Y le saco la mie a los habladores

Viven criticando que Dios se los multiplique
Se llenan de furia, yo me lleno de tickets
Oye, cierra la bemba pa′ que salga sano
Y mamanos el bicho que con ratas no bregamos

Sigo imposible, ustedes suenan débil, yo duro y heavy
Se va a caer el que tenga suelta las tennis
Son locos con comentar, viven del aparentar
Y cuando hay que cazar, nunca nunca salen a matar

Balas calientes, como la 40 del Baby

Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían
Pero no tienen cría

Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían
Pero no tienen cría

Rindan reverencia, llego el favorito de la gente
Espacio para mi, Arcangel, volvió el demente
El dinero que he hecho no es suficiente
Me mude al lado del sol, estoy muy caliente

Quienes son ustedes pa′ tirarme de repente?
No tienen credibilidad para engañar la gente
Me odian porque los mato sencillo
Cambian mas de corillo que de calzoncillo

Tu eres un lobo disfrazao' que traiciona a su manada
De puercos como tu otra cosa no se esperaba
Soy un varón, y un varón a otro no le teme
Mi respeto a Baby, mi respeto a Gringo, mi respeto a EME
(Prrra!)

Este es EME Music chorro e′ cabrones!

Pero ven ódiame mas
Que mientras me odias, mi dinero crece mas
Mi cuenta sube mas, mi carro vale mas
No voy pa' atrás jamas, prefiero estar en Alcatraz

EME Music
Arcangel pa (Yeah!)
Tego Calderon
La saranana a cargo de Santana
Yeah Mago, tu sabes (EME Music)
Jajajajajaja
Estos son ′Los Lobos'
El dream team!
Baby Rasta y Gringo
Sinfónico
Diselo Luian!
Prrra!
Yo sigo siendo ′El Lobo Menor'

Hate (feat. Ñengo Flow) [Remix]

We know you have nightmares about 'Los Lobos'
But the desire you feel inside to crush me
Is a dream

There are comments in my neighborhood that I'm a dead man
That they're going to blow me up as if I were leaving a concert
They've shot at me a couple of times and failed in the attempt
I'm with EME in the TL, and the FM responding

Hate, there are a couple of people who have it for me
I hate that they greet me out of hypocrisy
Many challenge me
But they have no guts

Hate, there are a couple of people who have it for me
I hate that they greet me out of hypocrisy
Many challenge me
But they have no guts

I still got fucked up by this bite (Yeah, yeah)
Those people without aim
Many years and they haven't gotten that thorn out
I'm guilty of not letting myself be subdued

I know I fall on you like a bomb, like eco rombass
Don't put words in my mouth, you snitch
I speak up front, I take people out
Who are not used to me coming down on them hot

Hey demon, the powers are in Santurce
The real always sets aside the sweet
I have a crazy girl like you, so they can get together
Let's see if they can handle the candy eater

I'm high, of course I was born to be a babalao'
I mess around with the women who have left me
So miserable he shouldn't have been born
You confuse being humble with being broke, and they have it for me

Hate, there are a couple of people who have it for me
I hate that they greet me out of hypocrisy
Many challenge me
But they have no guts

Hate, there are a couple of people who have it for me
I hate that they greet me out of hypocrisy
Many challenge me
But they have no guts

Alert, reload, let the pressure be felt
They don't know that their hate feeds my ego
Gringo, now with Tego and Ñengo
And I stand by all the expressions in this Remix

They're hunting me, but none of them touch me
If you're not going to do anything, you bastards, shut your mouths
I'm ready for everything, and I'll take them one by one
I'll leave them a rapapam, and their faces smoking

I reload and ram pam pam pam, to fly like a dove

Bobby tells me that they're all borrowed, that they're no joke
At the wake, while his family mourns that asshole
Get into the chapel and finish them off with the 40 full of hate

They're more hype than a movie, their lyrics are ridiculous
They're a joke, so obsolete, they need my license plate
And even though they hate me, without balls I take care of the bastards
And I take the fear out of the talkers

They live criticizing, may God multiply them
They fill up with fury, I fill up with tickets
Hey, shut your trap so you can get out healthy
And suck on my dick, we don't deal with rats

I'm still impossible, you sound weak, I'm hard and heavy
The one with loose tennis shoes is going to fall
They're crazy about commenting, they live on appearances
And when it's time to hunt, they never ever go out to kill

Hot bullets, like Baby's 40

Hate, there are a couple of people who have it for me
I hate that they greet me out of hypocrisy
Many challenge me
But they have no guts

Hate, there are a couple of people who have it for me
I hate that they greet me out of hypocrisy
Many challenge me
But they have no guts

Pay your respects, the people's favorite has arrived
Space for me, Arcangel, the madman is back
The money I've made is not enough
I moved next to the sun, I'm very hot

Who are you to suddenly shoot at me?
You have no credibility to deceive people
They hate me because I kill them easily
They change crews more than underwear

You are a disguised wolf who betrays his pack
From pigs like you nothing else was expected
I am a man, and a man does not fear another
My respect to Baby, my respect to Gringo, my respect to EME
(Bitch!)

This is EME Music, a bunch of bastards!

But come on, hate me more
Because while you hate me, my money grows more
My account goes up more, my car is worth more
I'm never going back, I'd rather be in Alcatraz

EME Music
Arcangel pa (Yeah!)
Tego Calderon
The saranana in charge of Santana
Yeah Mago, you know (EME Music)
Jajajajajaja
These are 'Los Lobos'
The dream team!
Baby Rasta y Gringo
Symphonic
Tell him Luian!
Bitch!
I'm still 'El Lobo Menor'