Текст и перевод песни Omar Geles - El Golpe Avisa

El Golpe Avisa

2014...
El babo te desconoce perro!
Este es el año del cartel,
De mi te acuerdas wey...
Wacha, en español

Abre los ojos ya salte de tu fantasiiia Abre los ojos piojo que yo los uso rojo soy guarrón como el de rojo
Como lluvia las remojo locooo! el viejo anda prendido
Y es fecha que no a nacido quien presuma que me ah vencido

Tu precavido que yo ando sin cuidadao que ando todo medicado
Yo pienso que estoy chisquiado, tonto malo de la mente
Para tu mala suerte mi lirica demente sigue gustando a la gente
Y esque derrepente ya se me va la onda pero con la anaconda
Las pongo bien cachondas en moto como honda de caché con el mercedes
Yo no soy el que se va si yo soy el que se viene, comes pene
Que te duela cuando suene, pendejo lame culos chupa patas
Tu mujer puta barata que tiene que abrir las patas,
Porque con tu rap no sacas y la pobre te mantienee

Bullyaar te voy a bullyarwachas tu eres la pura facha pa apantallar muchachas
No pichas si no cachas nomas cagas el palo, te haces pasar de malo
No digo que la jalo pero tal vez lo demuetsre cuando la ocacion se preste para un final funestre yo no tengo la culpa de que tu musica apeste yo nose cuanto cueste pero suena barata, tu la haces con los culos y yo los hago con los reatas poreso suenas pata como disco pirata al chile no me opacas ni cantando con el papa, putita barata
Te encanta la reata y aunque te duela el culo como quiera no te aplacas

Bullyaar te voy a bullyarAbre los ojos ya salte de tu fantasiiia Tira la toalla calla que no me dan la talla las chamacas se desmayan
Y hasta se pintan la balla nomas para besarme ya se le hizo tarde
A mi no va alcanzarme ni rapeandola en su madre
Mejor vete al triball wacha que por ahy se van los que no la arman acá
Esto es para los de verdad, Babilonia music
Va sacando pusis fumando marihuana relajado en el jacuzzi.

The Hit Warns

2014...
The twat ignores you, bitch!
This is the year of the cartel,
You remember me, punk...
Look, in Spanish

Open your eyes, wake up from your fantasy. Open your eyes, you piece of shit, because I see in blood red. I'm a badass like the red one.
I soak them like rain, you crazy fool! The old man is lit.
And to this day, no one has ever been born who can boast that they have defeated me.

You watch your back, cause I have no worries. I'm all medicated.
I think I'm retarded. A dumbass, out of my mind.
Too bad for you, my crazy lyrics still appeal to people.
And that's because sometimes I go off the rails but with the anaconda,
I get them really horny on a motorbike like a Honda de cache with the Mercedes.
I'm not the one who leaves. I'm the one who comes. You suck dick.
That it hurts when it rings, asshole, ass-kisser, suck-up.
Your cheap prostitute wife who has to spread her legs,
Because you don't make any money with your rap and the poor thing supports you.

Bullshit, I'm going to bullshit you. You're just a pretty face to impress girls.
You don't score if you don't get it right. You just shit out the stick. You pretend to be bad.
I'm not saying I'm pulling it off, but maybe I'll prove it when the occasion calls for it. For a deadly end, it's not my fault that your music sucks. I don't know how much it costs, but it sounds cheap. You make it with your ass and I make it with the ropes. That's why you sound like shit, like a pirate record. In other words, you don't outshine me even singing with the Pope, cheap whore.
You love the rope and even though your ass hurts, you still don't give up.

Bullshit, I'm going to bullshit you. Open your eyes. Wake up from your fantasy. Throw in the towel and shut up. I'm not impressed by young girls,
And they even paint the fence, just to kiss me. He's late by now.
He can't catch up with me, even if he rapes me in his mother.
Better go to the tribal, because that's where the ones who don't make it here go.
This is for the real ones, Babilonia music.
It's getting pussies out there smoking marijuana. Relaxing in the jacuzzi.