Текст и перевод песни Tempo feat. Mexicano 777 - Balas

Balas

Yeah what tha fuck nigga
What tha fuck yoouu es tempo y el mexicano una ves mas.

Salgan
No provoquen yo que use mis cargas
Andan amenazándome con armas de salva
Soy mi propio guardaespaldas
Y no me queda mas remedio
Que tirar a o.g black al medio

Relax negro
Tu gente llorara tu entierro
Que te cuesta quedarte en silencio
Perro ah

Yo! Fuck it all bicth ass nigga
No me obligues a usar mi truco mother fucker
You look like my dick socker
No provoques que te dispare a quema ropa
Y te ponga un mágnum en la boca
La muerte a cualquiera le toca
Es repentina soporta
Tu vida se esta haciendo corta

Se te agotan los días a mi se me agota la paciencia
Ya tu presencia no es grata rata
Líricas baratas parecen bachatas
Y peleando al puño bruno
Tú puedes ser mi chata
Pa' colmo eres chota
Y dijiste que Dj Joe era loca
Me envuelvo yo en mis notas
Y los otros sufren la derrota

Ando solo
Como el cuento de el lobo
Soplando y soplando hasta
Derrumbar al escuadrón de bobos

Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra
Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido
Como son unidos morirán unidos
Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra.
Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido
Como son unidos morirán unidos

Primero
Voy a tumbar a Master con lazo vaquero
Ranking stone dios te bendiga mi hijo
No jodas conmigo
Dj Joe chekea mi flow
Que te parece ahora
Is the same or not or you can feel the pain
Liricas fresh better your squad
You know that
Variedad de idiomas combinado con mi lengua
Coman y coman
De estilo gusanos
Morirán ahogados en mi pantano
Y al escuadrón les peleare con una mano

Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra
Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido
Como son unidos morirán unidos
Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra
Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido
Como son unidos morirán unidos

El hombre prevenido vale por dos
Usted tiene en sus manos quizá
La única oportunidad de prepararse
Para un desastre de imaginables
Proporciones que se acerca con
Rapidez un desastre que cambiara
La vida de todos aquellos que habitan
En nuestro planeta y habitan

Desorientados tempo y el mexicano
Están en esto pa orientarlos
Game over

Bullets

Yeah what tha fuck nigga
What tha fuck youu is tempo and the Mexican one more time.

Get out
Do not provoke me to use my burdens
They are threatening me with salvo weapons
I am my own bodyguard.
And I have no choice but
Than throwing o.g black in the middle

Relax black
Your people will mourn your funeral
That it's hard for you to stay silent
Dog ah

Me! Fuck it all bicth ass nigga
Don't make me use my mother fucker trick
You look like my dick socker
Don't provoke me to shoot you to burn clothes
And put a magnum in your mouth
Death touches anyone
It is sudden to endure
Your life is getting short

Your days are running out my patience is running out
Your presence is no longer pleasant rat
Cheap lyrics look like bachatas
And fighting to the fist bruno
You can be my chata
To top it off you're chota
And you said DJ Joe was crazy
I wrap myself in my notes
And the others suffer defeat

I'm walking alone
Like the story of the Wolf
Blowing and blowing until
Bring down the goofball squad

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will keep making noise
As they are united they will die united
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you.
The guns will keep making noise
As they are united they will die united

First
I'm gonna take down Master with a cowboy bow
Ranking stone god bless you my son
Don't fuck with me
DJ Joe chekea mi flow
What do you think now
Is the same or not or you can feel the pain
Lyrics fresh better your squad
You know that
Variety of languages combined with my language
Eat and eat
In the style of worms
They will die drowning in my swamp
And to the squad I will fight them with one hand

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will keep making noise
As they are united they will die united
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will keep making noise
As they are united they will die united

The forewarned man is worth two
You have in your hands maybe
The only opportunity to prepare
For a disaster of imaginable
Proportions that is approaching with
Quickly a disaster that will change
The lives of all those who inhabit
On our planet and they live

Disoriented tempo and the Mexican
They are in this to guide them
Game over