Duele Pt. 2
En quién confía' tú, pregunto yo para empezar a hablar por uste’
Voy a contar hasta tres: 1, 2, 3
Ahora mira a tu alrededor (Dave Crag)
Y dime si confías en lo que tú ves (Saint Cardona)
Amigo', el ratón del queso (queso, ¡wuh!)
¿Tú confías en quién?
Porque yo solo confié en Dios y en el proceso
Dile a fulano que me venga a ver que 'toy preso (preso)
Te lo juro por mami, cabrón, se te van a ir
Si yo lo viví, pero na’, te me cuida', un beso
No e' por presumir (presumir, ah)
Pero me queda hijueputa el drill
Sí o no, parce (sí o no, parce)
Decidir-dir-dir, quiene' van a morir
Y yo rápido entro y me salgo de tiempo
¿Y qué esperaba'? E' Tempo, La máquina, papi
Qué de los doce que comían en la mesa ahora sobran asiento'
Hipócrita', ustede’ son craftman y yo hablo con lo’ cabecilla'
Do’ cara', por eso lo' matan, do' velorio’, por ende do' mascarilla'
El rey en la silla (el rey en la silla)
Apartamento' en BK con lo' piso' en mármol
Ya pronto hay cambio de estación, se le van a caer to'as las hoja' al árbol
Y no jueguen con fuego, que ninguno 'e ustede' son bombero'
Ustede' son tan porquería', que son como el juguito de lo' basurero'
Bori, ¿llamaste al joyero? (Hello?)
Pa' matarla, ahora esto e' por satélite (wash)
David Sánchez Badillo (David Sánchez Badillo)
El rapero 'el comando del grupo élite
Ni me hablen, cabrone'
A mí sin cojone' me tienen
E' má', ni me miren (e' má', ni me miren)
Cuando me vean de frente ni me saluden
No le' conviene
Ustede' por allá y yo por acá, como yo ordené (ordené)
Ustede' por allá y yo por acá
Ni me hablen, cabrone'
A mí sin cojone' me tienen
E' má', ni me miren
Cuando me vean de frente ni me saluden
No le' conviene
Ustede' por allá y yo por acá, como yo ordené
Ustede' por allá y yo por acá (duele)
Duele, cómo duele, lo que es cierto hiere, ¿qué no?
La envidia es tan mala, cabrón
Que hace que los sentimiento' se me acuartelen
Yo tengo el espíritu Anuel
No dejo que una rata se me cuele
Vengan y vuelen, mamone'
Quieren y suelen tratar de copiar el estilo que Tempo tiene
Y no pueden porque e' que estoy viviendo en un viaje de flore' y por ende
Lo' tengo leído' y su hipocresía no me sorprende
Atienda, asere
En la conversación esa del somo' o no somo, yo sé que no somo'
Porque to' el mundo sabe, cabrón, lo mama bicho que tú ere'
Ni me hablen, cabrone' (canto 'e puerco')
A mí sin cojone' me tienen
E' má', ni me miren
Cuando me vean de frente ni me saluden
No le' conviene
Ustede' por allá y yo por acá, como yo ordené
Ustede' por allá y yo por acá
Ni me hablen, cabrone'
A mí sin cojone' me tienen
E' má', ni me miren
Cuando me vean de frente ni me saluden
No le' conviene
Ustede' por allá y yo por acá, como yo ordené
Ustede' por allá y yo por acá
Si te enamoras del dinero
La sangre debe ser infiel
You know me?
Tempo (tempo)
Hurts Pt. 2
Who do you trust, I ask to start talking to you
I'm going to count to three: 1, 2, 3
Now look around (Dave Crag)
And tell me if you trust what you see (Saint Cardona)
Friends, the mouse of the cheese (cheese, uh!)
Do you trust who?
Because I only trusted in God and in the process
Tell so-and-so to come see me, I'm locked up (locked up)
I swear on my mom, bastard, you're going to lose
If I lived it, but hey, take care, a kiss
It's not to brag (brag, ah)
But I rock the damn drill
Yes or no, dude (yes or no, dude)
Decide-decide-decide, who's going to die
And I quickly enter and exit time
What did you expect? It's Tempo, The machine, daddy
What about the twelve who ate at the table now there are empty seats
Hypocrites, you guys are craftsmen and I talk to the bosses
Two faces, that's why they kill them, two wakes, therefore two masks
The king in the chair (the king in the chair)
Apartments in BK with marble floors
The season is changing soon, all the leaves will fall from the tree
And don't play with fire, none of you are firefighters
You guys are so trash, you're like garbage juice
Bori, did you call the jeweler? (Hello?)
To kill her, now it's by satellite (wash)
David Sánchez Badillo (David Sánchez Badillo)
The rapper, the elite group's command
Don't even talk to me, bastards
They don't scare me
Don't even look at me (don't even look at me)
When you see me face to face, don't even greet me
It's not convenient for you
You over there and me over here, as I ordered (I ordered)
You over there and me over here
Don't even talk to me, bastards
They don't scare me
Don't even look at me
When you see me face to face, don't even greet me
It's not convenient for you
You over there and me over here, as I ordered
You over there and me over here (it hurts)
It hurts, how it hurts, what's true hurts, right?
Envy is so bad, bastard
That it makes feelings hide
I have the Anuel spirit
I don't let a rat sneak in
Come and fly, suckers
They want and usually try to copy the style that Tempo has
And they can't because I'm living in a journey of flowers and therefore
I've read them and their hypocrisy doesn't surprise me
Listen, buddy
In that conversation about whether we are or not, I know we are not
Because everyone knows, bastard, what a dick sucker you are
Don't even talk to me, bastards (pig's chant)
They don't scare me
Don't even look at me
When you see me face to face, don't even greet me
It's not convenient for you
You over there and me over here, as I ordered
You over there and me over here
Don't even talk to me, bastards
They don't scare me
Don't even look at me
When you see me face to face, don't even greet me
It's not convenient for you
You over there and me over here, as I ordered
You over there and me over here
If you fall in love with money
Blood must be unfaithful
You know me?
Tempo (tempo)