Текст и перевод песни El Batallon - Versos Picantes

Versos Picantes

Versos Picantes by El BatallónYeahh
Ron E
En el instrumental
Batallon 4 Life
Tu era mi pana cuando no sonaba ni un chin y taba achochao
Ahora me di cuenta que tengo carta y pi contigo un virao
Tu come por el ****** di la verdad
Por que to lo que sale de tu boca e pura mierda
Mujercida
Habla de frente se sincero
Pa dejate la boca como un pley vacio sin un pelotero
Se killan si dice que controlamo el juego
Dique que se tan bucando
Sera buscando a nemo
Hemo superao to su especulaciones
Sin doblano
Frustrando gente con nuestra canciones
Sonamo diferente
No hacemo mediante
Peligroso, como un nino de 2 anos en el volante
Somo otra cosa
Un genero paralelo
Lo payaso que se burlan de to utede lero lero
Llamano manuel y herme siempre tamo en accion
El batallon sal del medio que va sin freno este camion
Eooo cerran la boca aguante la presion
Eoo mano en el pecho si tu ere de corazon
Moca con to el que se vire y al que conspire
Le va senti el ki al batallon
Llegan lo MC de la nueva era
De Rap SnapBack
Como beltre vine a darte cotorra por pipa
Leone como simba
Prieto como mamba
Dandote golpe hasta con la barriga, samba
Ahora tan killao
Por que no me pueden supera
No hay servidor que aguante esta descarga lirical
Loco por que te pase tu, tu y tu
Pa enterralo en el mismo ataud
A ti no te sale hablar de mi
Cojiendo taxi sin cualto y pa paga tiene que deja lo teni
Copiando de Julio a Junio
Tu originalidad murio
Tu cara ha visto ma galleta que el dueno de la oreo
Tu no ere calle, lo tuyo e pone querella
Tu va pone una cuando te de que ruede por ella
Tu nunca ha sido ma de hay
Ja no te me pielda
Si tu canta lo que vives, pues tu vida es una mierda
Eooo cerran la boca aguante la presion
Eoo mano en el pecho si tu ere de corazon
Moca con to el que se vire y al que conspire
Le va senti el ki al batallon
Ahora rezan pa que el batallon coja la riversa
Pero ma facil ve un maniqui con dolor de caveza
Ya lo rana no me llegan
No hago coro con to el mundo
Palto gente con el celular pa que le den fidepunto
Mi boca a dicho tanta cotorra dura
Que a vece por la manana amanezco escupiendo pluma
Nominado, soy famoso y con to lo cacavele
Gatando ma cualto que una vaca que compre brasiele
Full de fieta la gente ta lleno el itinerario
Que pa que que hasta lo escribo en un rollo de papel de bano
No hagan bulto comprendan
Que nadie e priguayo
Esa cadena e como rayden te apueto que jala rayo
Ahi ombe, si quieren problema digan donde
Pa dejale el c*** del tamano de la puerta del conde
Eto copione se ganan su boche por ta de fantoche
Si son mejor que nosotro
El sol sale de noche
Eooo cerran la boca aguante la presion
Eoo mano en el pecho si tu ere de corazon
Moca con to el que se vire y al que conspire
Le va senti el ki al batallon
Tengo un flow enfermo
No tengo vacuna
Seguro un medico expecialista o cura alguna
Paque pare el chisme y al movimiento depura
La vaina se va pone, ma fea que manolo ozuna
El Batallon Wow muy bueno rapero
Sonando sin dembow y ahora no olle el mundo entero
Que juidero, demontano de aqui quien lo va hacer
Mas facil ha de ganar las elecciones abinader
Mi cotorra no demora
Quema ma que un derrisado sin saca pueto por 24 hora
Ni se opacan ni se atoran hace pf te perforan
Y te baja el auto estima sin usar computadora
A ti odiador, brillando por copiador
La ultima vez que tu serviste fue jugando volleyball
Me dispongo y te doy mongo
Como un strike te la pongo
Rapiando me quedan como mario cuando pielde el hongo, chiquito.

Spicy Verses

Spicy Verses by El Batallón Yeahh
Ron E
On the instrumental
Batallon 4 Life
You were my buddy when I wasn't making a dime and was broke
Now I realized I have power and I turned my back on you
You eat for the ****** tell the truth
Because everything that comes out of your mouth is pure shit
Femicide
Talk to my face, be honest
So I can leave your mouth like an empty stadium with no baseball player
They get scared if they say we control the game
They say they're looking
Maybe looking for Nemo
We've overcome all your speculations
Without bending
Frustrating people with our songs
We sound different
We don't do it through
Dangerous, like a 2 year old kid behind the wheel
We are something else
A parallel genre
The clowns who make fun of all of you blah blah
Calling Manuel and Herme we are always in action
The battalion comes out of the middle, this truck goes without brakes
Heyyy shut your mouth, withstand the pressure
Heyyy hand on your chest if you are from the heart
Punch anyone who turns around and anyone who conspires
You will feel the battalion's ki
Here come the MC's of the new era
From Rap SnapBack
Like Beltré I came to give you chatter through pipe
Leone like Simba
Black like mamba
Hitting you even with my belly, samba
Now they are quiet
Because they can't surpass me
There is no server that can handle this lyrical download
Crazy for you to pass you, you and you
To bury you in the same coffin
You can't talk about me
Taking a taxi without money and to pay you have to leave what you have
Copying from July to June
Your originality died
Your face has seen more cookies than the owner of Oreo
You are not street, yours is filing a complaint
You will file one when I give you what to roll for her
You've never been more than that
Yeah don't get lost on me
If you sing what you live, then your life is shit
Heyyy shut your mouth, withstand the pressure
Heyyy hand on your chest if you are from the heart
Punch anyone who turns around and anyone who conspires
You will feel the battalion's ki
Now they pray for the battalion to take the reverse
But it's easier to see a mannequin with a headache
The frogs don't reach me anymore
I don't do chorus with everyone
I give people avocados with their cell phones so they can get fidelity points
My mouth has said so much hard chatter
That sometimes in the morning I wake up spitting feathers
Nominated, I'm famous and with all the money
Spending more money than a cow that buys bras
Full of parties, people are filling the itinerary
That I even write it on a roll of toilet paper
Don't make a fuss, understand
That nobody is a prisoner
That chain is like Raiden I bet it pulls lightning
Hey man, if you want problems, tell me where
To leave your *** the size of the Count's Gate
These copycats earn their money by being phony
If they are better than us
The sun comes out at night
Heyyy shut your mouth, withstand the pressure
Heyyy hand on your chest if you are from the heart
Punch anyone who turns around and anyone who conspires
You will feel the battalion's ki
I have a sick flow
I don't have a vaccine
Surely a medical specialist or some cure
To stop the gossip and purify the movement
The thing is going to get uglier than Manolo Ozuna
El Batallón Wow very good rapper
Sounding without dembow and now the whole world hears
What a mess, dismantling from here, who's going to do it
It's easier for Abinader to win the elections
My chatter doesn't delay
Burns more than a homeless person without taking shelter for 24 hours
They don't dim or get stuck they make pf they pierce you
And your self-esteem drops without using a computer
To you hater, shining by copying
The last time you served was playing volleyball
I get ready and I give you mongo
Like a strike I give it to you
Rapping they are left like Mario when he loses the mushroom, small.