Текст и перевод песни Dyablo - Toque De Guerra!!!

Toque De Guerra!!!

Antes q nada hijo de perra chingas a tu madre
Pablo martinez junior el villano el muerto de hambre
Pinche boricua mentiroso perro traicionero
Dices q eres azteca cuando eres puertorriqueño
Dices vienes sin palas
Dices q escupes de balas
Pero tu sabes, vales verga tu y tus dos chavalas
Dile a fernando q vaya orando
Si se le acaba la feria va estar llamando
Q necesita dinero q hasta me suelta a su hermana
Q hasta se traga a mis mecos por falta de dinero
Q yo no tengo la culpa de q a su vieja pendeja
Se le haygan cogido todos los putos de tu barrio
Si hasta tu productor y tu camote el tecolote
Le dieron pa sus chiles y ahora tu te crees padrote
Pobre pendejo tu sabes q estas firmado
Dos discos te pague y solo uno tu me has entregado

Toque de guerra es toque de guerra
Y a mi gente represento
Toque de guerra es toque de guerra
Y a la verga con el resto

Sigue cuidando niños
Mientras tu ruca jala
En el talon en una esquina pa la renta saca
Pues como artista, ser humano y hombre vales verga
Vendes tus discos y hasta culo por poquita feria
Tu sabes bien q eres la copia y la imitación de 2pac
Q esa siempre fue tu ilusión
Un disco tu me debes y es la Revolucion
Dos discos bajo el precio de tu puto productor
Como asesino en serie los estare cuidando
Cuando despiertes en tu cama te estare matando
Dices q tu me hicistes, q yo no fuera nada
Yo te firme te descubri yo no presumo nada
Tu pinche madre gritaba, tu perra madre pujaba
Pues como nos ella sabia bien lo que cargaba
Un cuerpo traicionero bastardo y mal parido
Al cual tiro en la calle y la verga su marido
Dices q eres ganguero
Que controlas tu las calles
Eres un culo tragamecos pues solo no sales

Toque de guerra es toque de guerra
Y ami gente represento
Toque de guerra es toque de guerra
Y a la verga con el resto

Ahora le toca el turno al puto tecolote
Lo que tienes de culo lo tienes de grandote
Dices que matas dices q fumas dices q atacas
Pero a tu jefe tu le pegas y lo bajas
Pero tu aquí te estrellas pendejo y bien de aquellas
Pinche marrano sin dientes tampoco tienes muelas
Tu sabes bien q yo me aviento y hago jales
Te desmadre los carros en tu casa y nunca sales
Mejor ya bajale de huevos pinche cerdo viejo
44 años con diabetes y pendejo
Cierra el osico cierra las patas
De mis paisanos tu te burlas
Y sin ellos tu no fueras nada
Q por que fui garguero y limpie parabrisas
Pues como hombre y como artista puto te hago trisas
Tus pinches manos de puta puerca y barata
Pues nunca has trabajado siempre robas eres rata

Toque de guerra es toque de guerra
Y ami gente represento
Toque de guerra es toque de guerra
Y a la verga con el resto

Esto es toque de guerra
Ya estubo de canciones pinches marranas
Valen verga putos ya saben como allarme
954 --8 4 solos no pueden putos
Y en montoncito se la pelan homie
Pinches marranos sin mi no fueran
Antes muy pinches pochos
Y ahora muy mexicanos
Pinche boricua (villano)
Vales verga el tecolote
Ala verga
Todos vamos a morir, todos vamos a morir, pendejo
Ya cambiale de frase ni de aquí ni de alla vales verga
Ya sabes discos profeta 2005, 2006
Y de por vida putos!!!
Soy el DYABLO el general de la nueva era!!

War Cry!!!

First of all, son of a bitch, fuck your mother
Pablo Martinez Junior, the villain, the starving deadbeat
Fucking lying Puerto Rican, treacherous dog
You say you're Aztec when you're Puerto Rican
You say you come without shovels
You say you spit bullets
But you know, you're worthless, you and your two girls
Tell Fernando to start praying
If he runs out of money, he'll be calling
Saying he needs money, he'll even offer me his sister
He'll even swallow my snot for lack of money
It's not my fault that your stupid old lady
Got fucked by all the assholes in your neighborhood
Even your producer and your sweet potato, the Tecolote
Gave it to her good, and now you think you're a pimp
Poor asshole, you know you're signed
I paid for two albums and you've only delivered one

War cry is war cry
And I represent my people
War cry is war cry
And fuck the rest

Keep babysitting
While your chick works
On the corner, hooking for rent money
Because as an artist, a human being, and a man, you're worthless
You sell your records and even your ass for a little cash
You know damn well you're a 2Pac copycat
That was always your dream
You owe me one album, and it's the Revolution
Two albums under the price of your fucking producer
Like a serial killer, I'll be watching them
When you wake up in your bed, I'll be killing you
You say you made me, that I would be nothing
I signed you, I discovered you, I don't brag about anything
Your fucking mother screamed, your bitch mother pushed
Because she knew what she was carrying
A treacherous, bastard, and ill-born body
Which I throw in the street and fuck her husband
You say you're a gangster
That you control the streets
You're an ass-licker, because you never go out alone

War cry is war cry
And I represent my people
War cry is war cry
And fuck the rest

Now it's the fucking Tecolote's turn
What you have in ass, you have in size
You say you kill, you say you smoke, you say you attack
But you beat your boss and put him down
But you crash and burn here, asshole, and hard
Fucking toothless pig, you don't have any molars either
You know damn well I go for it and make moves
I trashed your cars at your house and you never came out
Better calm down, you old pig
44 years old with diabetes and an idiot
Shut your mouth, shut your legs
You make fun of my countrymen
And without them, you would be nothing
Because I was a street vendor and cleaned windshields
As a man and as an artist, I'll tear you to shreds
Your fucking hands of a cheap whore
Because you've never worked, you always steal, you're a rat

War cry is war cry
And I represent my people
War cry is war cry
And fuck the rest

This is a war cry
Enough of these fucking pig songs
You're worthless, faggots, you know how to find me
954 --8 4 you can't do it alone, faggots
And in a little group, you suck it, homie
Fucking pigs, you wouldn't be shit without me
Before, you were fucking pochos
And now, you're very Mexican
Fucking Puerto Rican (villain)
You're worthless, Tecolote
Fuck off
We're all going to die, we're all going to die, asshole
Change your phrase, you're worthless from here or there
You know, Prophet Records 2005, 2006
And for life, faggots!!!
I'm the DYABLO, the general of the new era!!