Текст и перевод песни Bayron Fire feat. Endo, Osquel, Lyan, Young Eiby & Hebreo - Salimos a Cazarte - Remix

Salimos a Cazarte - Remix

Cabron te mariaste te hablaste de
Balas de rifles y después te asustaste
Salimos vestidos de negro y es pa ttrabajarte
To' lo malditos en la porche salen a buscarte
(¿Por qué?)
(Este es el maldito remix hijo e put*)
Hoy salimos a cazarte y aunque te escondas la muerte va llegarte
Yo no estoy pal segundo yo estoy pal primero si no me crees pues
Dale entra pal hormiguero que de bala va caerte en el aguacero
Salimos a cazarte y aunque te escondas la muerte va llegarte
Hablaste como choro cabron y te embaraste yo tengo gente que
Mete el brazo entero y las balas pa tu pecho van certero
Pa tu pecho van las balas cabron si aquí todo el mundo dispara no
Habli como maldito si tu vida e to a pagada cantan que andan
En el carro y ni media hora en cana se asustan por la pama se
Creen via estas malayas se creen vio estos cachorros si los viste to
Su tío yo vengo de la pobla y luchando por lo mío tu cantas lo que
No eres yo canto lo que he vivido esa es la diferencia comprendes
Invento mío
Dale mambo pa los preso y bendiciones pa la nena o eres blanco y
Negro amarillo me dan pena tanto longi buscan pauta y no suenan
Ni pa fuera el artista más completo Bayron Fire que tú esperas
Endo llegó la guerra palos en el
Ferra salimos a cazarte y te encontramos
Hasta debajo de la tierra lucifer dice
Que le rompa el pecho les arranquen el
Alma que las puertas del infierno
Nunca cierran tu puta quiere que le meta
Duro como cuando le meto a todos esta
Gente con la bruja del conjuro como los
Blancos somos puro la corta sin
Seguro no le da break a charmonear brincan
Cómo canguro
Manso paloma que andamo cinco en la
Tacoma esperando que se tire la maroma
Pa salir chillando goma no son broma a
Ti y a tu combo me los paso por la punta
El soma
Hoy salimos a cazarte y aunque te escondas la muerte va llegarte
Yo no estoy pal segundo yo estoy pal primero si no me crees pues
Dale entra en el hormiguero que de balas va caerte en el aguacero
Salimos a cazarte y aunque te escondas la muerte va llegarte
Hablaste como choro cabron y te embaraste yo tengo gente que
Mete el brazo entero y las balas pa tu pecho van certero
Tengo enemigo en exceso amigos que
No soy amigos cuando hay que hacerle
Tiempo de preso no viven el proceso se
Pintan de leales te disfrazan de maldad
Con un abrazo y con un beso pero los
Tengo a toos leído no tienen que ir a Arabia
Pa ver un palestin prendido si yo me
Busco 100 pues 50 son pa los míos cuando
Me haga millo no puedan decir lo que él está crecido
Partí en el remix como parto el original parto los quesos en la cocina
Sin saber cocinar parto a tu jefe
Si el brodercito sumba la señal si no
Saben usarla cabron te podemos enseñar
Mi gente con los peines y los cueros tu me viste y tu cara se puso a
Bajo cero la grasa va directo pal gracero
Dímelo osquel aqui toos se
Mueren nadie es de acero ví la amazona con reptiles es donde tiramos
A todos estos jiles aquí no hay
Sonrisitas ni payasos que vacilé si en tu
Combo hay mil en mi combo hay miles
UUH se te apagó la luz cuando viste que baje para formar un revolu
UUH cuando viste la metra el fhater el miedo lo dejamo en la gaveta
Salimos a cazarte van a darte soy el arte que comparte que tú parte
Si te parto toda tus partes no vaya a encojonarte voy a buscarte y que
Te carte yo no creo en el desorden por eso voy a organizarte mejor
No te escondas somos hondos una redonda dos redondas si te
Escondes te cazamos en el honda tu jeva es cachonda y así se monda
Yo me mondo no respondo si cuando te manden me la estoy clavando
Dentro del honda
Hijo de la come moco culiao
Perkinclo dile que hable la anoresica ploko
Con la glock hijo de la traga sable brindamos con shot me voy a mudar
Para chile pa cazarte y que paso
Cabron te mariaste me hablaste de
Bala de rifles y después te asustaste
Salimos vestidos de negro y es pa ttrabajarte
To' lo malditos en la porche salen a buscarte
(¿Por que? Por qué te confundiste hijo e put*)

We Go Out Hunting You - Remix

Bastard you got married you talked about
Rifle bullets and then you got scared
We go out dressed in black and it's to work you out
All the damned in the Porsche go out to look for you
(Why?)
(This is the damn remix you son of a b*tch)
Today we go out hunting you and even if you hide death will reach you
I'm not in for second place I'm in for first if you don't believe me then
Go ahead, enter the anthill, bullets will fall on you in the downpour
We go out hunting you and even if you hide, death will reach you
You talked like a tough guy, bastard, and you got yourself into this, I have people who
Put their whole arm in and the bullets go straight to your chest
The bullets go to your chest, bastard, if everyone here shoots, don't
Talk like a badass if your life is all paid for, they sing that they're riding
In the car and not even half an hour in jail, they get scared by the joint, they
Think they see these chicks, they think they see these pups, if they saw all of you
Your uncle, I come from the hood and fight for what's mine, you sing what
You're not, I sing what I've lived, that's the difference, you understand
My invention
Give mambo for the prisoners and blessings for the baby girl or are you white and
Black, yellow, I feel sorry for them, so many long ones looking for a break and they don't even sound
Not even on the outside, the most complete artist Bayron Fire what are you waiting for
Endo the war has arrived, sticks in the
Ferrari we go out hunting you and we find you
Even under the earth, Lucifer says
That I break his chest, tear out his
Soul that the gates of hell
Never close your bitch wants me to stick it to her
Hard like when I stick it to all these
People with the witch from The Conjuring, like the
Whites we are pure the shorty without
Insurance doesn't give a break to charm jumping
Like a kangaroo
Easy dove that we walk five in the
Tacoma waiting for the stunt to be pulled
To come out screeching rubber they're no joke
To you and your combo I pass them through the tip
Of the soma
Today we go out hunting you and even if you hide, death will reach you
I'm not in for second place I'm in for first if you don't believe me then
Go ahead, enter the anthill, bullets will fall on you in the downpour
We go out hunting you and even if you hide, death will reach you
You talked like a tough guy, bastard, and you got yourself into this, I have people who
Put their whole arm in and the bullets go straight to your chest
I have enemies in excess, friends who
Are not friends when you have to do
Time in prison, they don't live the process, they
Paint themselves as loyal, they disguise you with evil
With a hug and a kiss but I
Have them all read, they don't have to go to Arabia
To see a Palestinian lit up if I
Get 100, then 50 are for my people when
I make millions, they can't say what he's grown up to be
I split in the remix like I split the original, I split the cheeses in the kitchen
Without knowing how to cook, I split your boss
If the little brother blows the signal if they don't
Know how to use it, bastard, we can teach you
My people with the combs and the leathers, you saw me and your face went
Below zero, the fat goes straight to the gracero
Tell me Osquel, everybody here
Dies, no one is made of steel, I saw the Amazon with reptiles, that's where we throw
All these fools, there are no
Smiles or clowns here, I hesitated if in your
Combo there are a thousand in my combo there are thousands
UUH the light went out when you saw that I was coming down to form a revolu
UUH when you saw the metra the fhater the fear we left in the drawer
We go out hunting you, they're going to give it to you, I'm the art that shares, that you're a part
If I break all your parts, don't get pissed off, I'm going to look for you and
Make you pay, I don't believe in disorder, that's why I'm going to organize you better
Don't hide, we're deep, one round, two rounds, if you
Hide, we'll hunt you down in the Honda, your girl is horny and that's how she strips
I strip, I don't answer if when they send me I'm sticking it
Inside the Honda
Son of a bitch, you asshole
Perkinclo tell the anorexic ploko to talk
With the glock, son of a sword swallower, we toast with shots, I'm going to move
To Chile to hunt you down, what happened?
Bastard, you got married, you talked to me about
Rifle bullets and then you got scared
We go out dressed in black and it's to work you out
All the damned in the Porsche go out to look for you
(Why? Why did you get confused, you son of a b*tch?)