Текст и перевод песни Benny Benni feat. Gotay El Autentiko, Darkiel, Maximus Wel, Barber V13, La Duraka, Lawrentis & Pouliryc - Intro

Intro

El gallo ya no canta ahora despierto a fuletazooo.
Noooo...
De esplotan la pierna no creen en culatazooo.
Aki se gasta un peine le ponen otro al caballo paso fino le roncan los potros lo bochinche pa mujere tu me dice y le exploto esto es 100 × 35 y mandamos nosotros.
Rompiendo la brea matando caliente dale mas de 20 qe el fuego se siente.
La 9 y la 40 ya no son sufisiente.
Vacia el peine que se arrastren como serpiente

Rompiendo la brea matando caliente dale mas de 20 qe el fuego se siente.
La 9 y la 40 ya no son suficiente
Vacia el peine que se arrastren como serpiente.
Estoy filotiao como el pasto de mr moza se que naci feo pero tengo mil esposa si no piza mas que yo pake tiran entonce
Puse a los gatilleros a llamar al 911

Que fue lo que te metiste que te pusiste a viajar o estas viendo terminator predator
Y daijal de to mi enemigo yo soy el dolor de muela el que tiene empastillao con la perse a cosculluela.
Quieren ponerme el pie pero soy de carbon fibe la compañia mas hija de la gran puta que hay

Cuando la muerte busca el fulete no mastica y te dejan la cabeza como las sholas de sica

8 semanas sonando de principio a fin idioto yo soy shusa tu sadan usein

Si no tengo una corta yo mismo te estrangulo y los dejo mas rajao que un pato con dos culos

Raaa una rafaja de hielo que dan mas frio que denber despues que se fue carmelo
Se les va cayendo el pelo a to estos rapero abuelo que se creen que mi libreta vale una caja quelo y mi libreta no tiene un carajo de libreta no se tranca pinta letra matando soba maceta confunden al del campo y a to el que no respeta lo voy a dejar llorando como tito gritando puñeta aaayyy yo no vine de a fuego estoy cobrando toa las semanas por cada punchinble que pego sientan la presion que bombea mi corazon sangre y alma del espiritu que subio a pulmon el onfire asi me bautizo la calle por la misma consistencia que ase que el ritmo no falle esto es sin detalle tumba el fronte y no te guaye tu sera el duro cuando mi deliveri falle
Rompiendo la brea matando caliente dale mas de 20 qe el fuego se siente.
La 9 y la 40 ya no son sufisiente.
Vacia el peine que se arrastren como serpiente.
Dicen que el que habla

Intro

A rooster no longer crows; now I wake up with a blast.
Nooo...
Their legs explode; they don't believe in shooting in the air.
Here, they waste a magazine, then put another in. The galloping horse canters, and the fillies neigh. The racket is for women. You tell me, and I'll blow it up. This is 100 × 35, and we are the bosses.
Breaking the truce, killing hot, give it more than 20 because the fire is felt.
The .9mm and .40mm are no longer enough.
Empty the magazine and make them crawl like snakes.

Breaking the truce, killing hot, give it more than 20 because the fire is felt.
The 9 and 40 are no longer enough.
Empty the magazine and make them crawl like snakes.
I'm loaded like Mr. Moza's grass, I know I was born ugly, but I have a thousand wives. If I don't step more than you, then why do you throw? I
Made the shooters call 911.

What did you get into that made you start tripping? Are you watching Terminator Predator?
And the Dajjal of all my enemies, I am the toothache, the one who has Cosculluela chewing pills and trembling.
They want to bring me down, but I'm made of carbon fiber. The company is the biggest son of a bitch there is.

When death comes looking for a fool, it doesn't chew and leaves your head like Sica's sholas.

8 weeks playing from start to finish, idiot. I'm Shusa, your Satan Hussein.

If I don't have a shorty, I'll strangle you myself and leave you more torn than a duck with two asses.

Raaa, a blast of ice that's colder than Denver after Carmelo left.
Their hair is falling out, all these old-man rappers who think my notebook is worth a box of cereal. My notebook isn't a notebook at all; it doesn't lock, it paints letters, killing everyone who's soft. They confuse the country boy with everyone who doesn't show respect. I'm going to leave him crying like Tito, shouting, "Ouch!" I didn't come from the fire. I'm charging every week for every punchline I throw. Feel the pressure that my heart pumps, the blood and soul of the spirit that rose to my lungs. The Onfire, that's what the streets baptized me, for the same consistency that makes the rhythm never fail. This is without detail. Knock down the front and don't whine. You'll be the tough guy when my delivery fails.
Breaking the truce, killing hot, give it more than 20 because the fire is felt.
The .9mm and .40mm are no longer enough.
Empty the magazine and make them crawl like snakes.
They say that the one who talks