Текст и перевод песни Warrior - 20 a Quemarropa

20 a Quemarropa

Ya! Si!
Warrior RS
20 a quemarropa
Dj Deportado

Se introduce el más malévolo
Cojo a raperitos como diábolo
Mato como el ébola de manera frívola
Quiebro tu mandibula de forma repentina
Prenderte en bencina, lo que se avecina
Así que corre antes que te borre con un Do Re
Mi Fa Sol So mongol
No figuras ni con aerosol, caracol
Rimas sencillas que no brillan ni con un farol.

Yo soy el psicopata, DJP en el plato
Rompera tu omoplato y yo tu rap barato
Hay mucho novato que se meten el retrato
Me hacen un teatro cada vez que los maltrato
Yo sé que se escudan en un anonimato
Después me ven y me saludan, besan mis zapatos
Con un freestyle te mato, mueres por chivato
Tranquilo pupilo que yo tengo pa′ rato
Mi mierda trepa como el trago.

En tu lago tienen flow de gagos
A cualquiera que quiera lo apago
Por ganso te avanzo porque yo soy estrago
No le sale el truco a tu mago
Tu rima cagona que no me impresiona
Toma, yo te dejo en coma, la paloma que ya no se asoma
So mamona mi mierda detona
Se van a la lona los que tiran pero después se desploman.
Yeah! SV Latin Music

Si me vas a dar vente con tu tropa
Vas a disparar pero no cierras la boca
Ellos hablan mucho pero letras pocas
Yo no paro, yo disparo 20 a quemarropa
Si me vas a dar vente con tu tropa
Vas a disparar pero no cierras la boca
Ellos hablan mucho pero letras pocas
Yo no paro, yo disparo 20 a quemarropa

Soy el veterano que mete la mano por tu ano, sano
Mi estilo mundano, el tuyo como el tema del verano
Hacerme tiraderas es en vano
Solo te dejo mongolo y con la escuela rapera te hallano.

Que pasa toy si tu no eres bad boy
Nada que yo mismo soy, agarrate que voy
Pídeme el estilo y te lo doy
Deja ese vinilo, rayas como yojo joy

RS morderá, te morderá, ya tu verás que perderás
Como pavaroti en la ópera
Yo soy el que te opera con el lapicero
Mientras que lleno el cenicero
Voy dejando a cero poseros groseros.

Tu mierda no me saca el lúcido
Por eso escupo ácido a tu flow basura básico
Yo creo clásicos en cada letra desde la carpeta
Bruto yo soy del grupo que más respetan.
Yeah! Rapper School

Si me vas a dar vente con tu tropa
Vas a disparar pero no cierras la boca
Ellos hablan mucho pero letras pocas
Yo no paro, yo disparo 20 a quemarropa
Si me vas a dar vente con tu tropa
Vas a disparar pero no cierras la boca
Ellos hablan mucho pero letras pocas
Yo no paro, yo disparo 20 a quemarropa

Mi arca es el silencio, no hablo mucho
Soy de los que presencio pero cuando rimo te sentencio
En SV no se acepta gente hipócrita
Porque Iakache a tu identidad caótica
No me saludes con la manos con la que tú despotricas
No seas fingido, no seas marica
Tu covería por acá nunca se aplica
Para ser persona se nace no se practica.

Para el que sufre, va para el que goza,
Lo mío es otra cosa, prosas que te destrozan
Te la vives como yo
Agradecimiento para aquel que me apoyo de verdad
Y no me saco un puñal, me dio la señal
Cuando estuve en un penal
Es por eso que no traspazan a mi coraza
20 a quemarropa está en la casa.
(Te cortará la cara con long place!)

Si me vas a dar vente con tu tropa
Vas a disparar pero no cierras la boca
Ellos hablan mucho pero letras pocas
Yo no paro, yo disparo 20 a quemarropa
Si me vas a dar vente con tu tropa
Vas a disparar pero no cierras la boca
Ellos hablan mucho pero letras pocas
Yo no paro, yo disparo 20 a quemarropa

Ya los maté escribiendo en 10 minutos!

20 Point Blank

Yeah! Yes!
Warrior RS
20 Point Blank
Dj Deportado

The most malevolent steps in
I catch little rappers like a diabolo
I kill like Ebola, frivolously
I break your jaw suddenly
Setting you on fire, that's what's coming
So run before I erase you with a Do Re
My Fa Sol So, you mongol
You can't even figure it out with spray paint, snail
Simple rhymes that don't even shine with a lantern.

I'm the psychopath, DJP on the plate
He'll break your shoulder blade, and I'll break your cheap rap
There are many rookies who get in the picture
They put on a show every time I mistreat them
I know they hide in anonymity
Then they see me and greet me, kiss my shoes
With a freestyle I kill you, you die as a snitch
Calm down, pupil, I've got enough for a while
My shit climbs like a drink.

In your lake they have the flow of stutterers
I turn off anyone who wants it
I advance because I'm a havoc
Your magician's trick doesn't work
Your shitty rhyme that doesn't impress me
Take it, I'll leave you in a coma, the dove that no longer appears
So bitchy, my shit detonates
Those who throw but then collapse go to the canvas.
Yeah! SV Latin Music

If you're gonna give it to me, come with your troop
You're gonna shoot but you don't shut your mouth
They talk a lot but few lyrics
I don't stop, I shoot 20 point blank
If you're gonna give it to me, come with your troop
You're gonna shoot but you don't shut your mouth
They talk a lot but few lyrics
I don't stop, I shoot 20 point blank

I'm the veteran who puts his hand up your ass, healthy
My style is worldly, yours is like the song of the summer
Making tiraderas at me is in vain
I just leave you mongoloid and with the rap school I find you.

What's up, toy, if you're not a bad boy
Nothing that I am myself, hold on, I'm coming
Ask me for the style and I'll give it to you
Leave that vinyl, you scratch like yojo joy

RS will bite you, will bite you, you'll see that you'll lose
Like pavarotti in the opera
I'm the one who operates on you with the pen
While I fill the ashtray
I'm leaving rude posers at zero.

Your shit doesn't make me lucid
That's why I spit acid at your basic trash flow
I create classics in every letter from the folder
Brute, I'm from the group that they respect the most.
Yeah! Rapper School

If you're gonna give it to me, come with your troop
You're gonna shoot but you don't shut your mouth
They talk a lot but few lyrics
I don't stop, I shoot 20 point blank
If you're gonna give it to me, come with your troop
You're gonna shoot but you don't shut your mouth
They talk a lot but few lyrics
I don't stop, I shoot 20 point blank

My ark is silence, I don't talk much
I'm one of those who witness but when I rhyme I sentence you
In SV we don't accept hypocritical people
Because Iakache to your chaotic identity
Don't greet me with the hands you rant with
Don't be fake, don't be a fag
Your cover here never applies
To be a person you are born, you are not practiced.

For the one who suffers, it goes to the one who enjoys,
Mine is something else, prose that destroys you
You live it like me
Thanks to the one who really supported me
And he didn't pull out a dagger, he gave me the signal
When I was in a penitentiary
That's why they don't pierce my armor
20 point blank is in the house.
(He'll cut your face with long place!)

If you're gonna give it to me, come with your troop
You're gonna shoot but you don't shut your mouth
They talk a lot but few lyrics
I don't stop, I shoot 20 point blank
If you're gonna give it to me, come with your troop
You're gonna shoot but you don't shut your mouth
They talk a lot but few lyrics
I don't stop, I shoot 20 point blank

I already killed them writing in 10 minutes!