Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Todo Va Bien , by - 995Release date: 18.10.2001
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Todo Va Bien , by - 995Todo Va Bien(original) |
| Mira, esto lo escribi el año que viene, |
| Asi que no se mosqueen si no lo entienden, porque es normal, |
| Rap futurista en su discman en otro track, |
| Interactivo y con un video adicional, |
| Adicional video un con interactivo track, |
| Otro en discman su en futurista rap, |
| Normal es que entienden lo no si mosqueen, |
| Se no que asi viene que año el escribi. |
| Blablablabla, me explico. |
| Esto no lo he escrito, por eso mismo insisto, |
| Si aun no lo entienden tranquilos, |
| Que algun dia conoceran mis motivos, |
| Y sabran lo que habra entre yo y el nitro, |
| Mientras en esta guerra de haber quien habla mas mierda, |
| El chollin se descuelga haciendo letras para amar a su peña, |
| Respetar a su peña, disfrutar con su peña, compartir con su peña. |
| Te deje de rezar el dia en que me di cuenta, |
| Que si no mori de hambre no fue gracias a dios, |
| Fue gracias a mi padre y a mi madre, por eso no amo a dios, |
| Yo amo a mi padre y a mi madre. |
| Tengo deudas con gente buena que no me pide cuentas, |
| Pero cuenta con lo poco que yo tenga, |
| Tengo un corazon pequeño |
| Pero los pocos que estan dentro les cuido y les quiero. |
| Encaja lo que haga con la caja, |
| Aka chollin, lo que cambia las cosas con clase, |
| Ey, cada caja encaja con mi compla compact, |
| Sh, coge, escoge,¿a quien conoces de lo borde? |
| Incisos, precisos que utilizo como cebo, |
| Disfruta las bases del jefe pero no pierdas conceptos, |
| Que soy yo soy yo no es un maestro, |
| Pero bueno escuchar, sacad provecho. |
| (zenit) |
| Responde, contesta, para mi pregunta una respuesta, |
| Porque en el rap el que envidia detesta, |
| Protesta y le cuesta aceptar que grabar es una gesta, |
| Mi rap encesta, el suyo,¿donde esta? |
| Que se exprima la testa, que exponga su propuesta, |
| Veremos si sabe hacer algo mas que fiesta y siesta, |
| Y si esta le dire a la cara que su boca apesta, |
| Porque manifiesta, saca lo que mi culo resta. |
| Que la clase no se presta, y como la verdad molesta, |
| Optara por insultarme con estilo jarcor cresta, |
| Mi rima ballesta, la muerte le asesta, |
| En mi proximo concierto un freestyle. |
| (meko) |
| Que les follen, ah ah, |
| Que les follen, ah ah, |
| No cambiare, nunca, no cambiare. |
| Adoro minifaldas en piernas largas, |
| Mujeres altas, mujeres bajas, con o sin bragas, |
| Mi miedo esta a la posicion, es rumbo al himalaya, |
| Y en tan altas cumbres escupi dentadas, hinfladas. |
| Oscuras o claras da igual, |
| Yo solo quiero ricas pivas |
| Con tanguita rojos como anguita, |
| Que no pidan, quita quita. |
| Que oye al negro con mas ego que agua quiere lelo, |
| Que con rimas fieras conquistara tus sabanas como las fieras, |
| La sabana, el ritmo que mandara en rap |
| Con mano dura como castro, la habana, |
| Aquel que sueña con coleccionar mulatas de coba, cabana. |
| Yeii, yonfa maraja, rodeado todo el dia de pivitas ricas |
| Como peritas en almibar. |
| Sin verguenza yo ninguna, |
| Por verte a ti desnuda, |
| Venderia la luna a los marcianos, |
| Romperia la factura |
| Y luego facturaria las patas de tu cama, |
| Sin duda alguna, muchas pensaran |
| Que mis rimas son demasiado putas. |
| Que les follen, ah ah, |
| Que les follen, ah ah, |
| No cambiare, nunca, no cambiare. |
| (zatu) |
| Era un chico simple, solo soñaba con un smoking, |
| Deluxe librillo, quillo,¿tienes un papelillo?, |
| Hoy me puse a hacer rap con 9 libras en la mesa, |
| Sin cerveza en la nevera y la cabeza en mi empresa. |
| Estoy pensando en montarlo a lo grande, |
| Paso de ser un don nadie y hablar, |
| Que las palabras se las lleva el aire, |
| Y a mi no existe el aire que me lleve |
| A donde no hay nadie, |
| Reunaire, somos dientes con caries. |
| Hemos vuelto para traer un rap con olor a tierra mojada |
| Y clavarte mi mirada en tu mirada, |
| Para ser tu fan y tu el mio, arrancarte un cumplio, |
| Y enseñarte que el arte es solo morirte de frio. |
| Mi madre dice que tengo ojos de gato ahorcado, |
| Lo siento, siempre me gusto caminar por el tejado, |
| Andar haciendo el ganso y sentarme si me canso, |
| Practicar esta mierda 23 horas y un descanso. |
| A partir de aqui improviso, rap casi sin aire, |
| Quien lo ha visto, quien lo ve, |
| Es siempre fuertes 2, hablando en clave, |
| Conexiones visuales, saludo y pateo a mis rivales. |
| Estoy aqui haciendo el rap tan solo con un micro, |
| Tedy esta en la puerta, sabes bien, me explico, |
| (translation) |
| Look, I wrote this next year, |
| So don't get upset if you don't understand it, because it's normal, |
| Futuristic rap on his discman on another track, |
| Interactive and with an additional video, |
| Additional video an with interactive track, |
| Another in discman his in futuristic rap, |
| Normal is that they understand what they don't if they get angry, |
| I know that this is how it comes, what year he wrote. |
| Blablablabla, let me explain. |
| I have not written this, that is why I insist, |
| If you still don't understand, don't worry. |
| That one day they will know my motives, |
| And they will know what will be between me and the nitro, |
| While in this war of having who speaks more shit, |
| The chollin goes down making letters to love his rock from him, |
| Respect his supporters, enjoy with his supporters, share with his supporters. |
| I stopped praying to you the day I realized, |
| That if I didn't die of hunger it wasn't thanks to God, |
| It was thanks to my father and my mother, that's why I don't love God, |
| I love my father and my mother. |
| I have debts with good people who don't ask me for an account, |
| But count on what little I have, |
| I have a small heart |
| But the few that are inside I take care of them and I love them. |
| It fits what I do with the box, |
| Aka chollin, what turns things up with class, |
| Hey, every box fits my compla compact, |
| Sh, pick, pick, who do you know from the edge? |
| Incised, precise that I use as bait, |
| Enjoy the boss bases but don't lose concepts, |
| That it's me it's me it's not a teacher, |
| But good to listen, take advantage. |
| (zenith) |
| Answer, answer, for my question an answer, |
| Because in rap the one who envy hates, |
| He protests and finds it hard to accept that recording is a feat, |
| My rap scores, yours, where is it? |
| That the head be squeezed, that he expose his proposal of him, |
| We'll see if he knows how to do something more than party and nap, |
| And if she tells his face that his mouth stinks, |
| Because he manifests, he takes out what remains of my ass. |
| That the class does not lend itself, and as the annoying truth, |
| He will choose to insult me with jarcor crest style, |
| My crossbow rhyme, death strikes him, |
| In my next concert a freestyle. |
| (meko) |
| Fuck them, ah ah |
| Fuck them, ah ah |
| I will not change, never, I will not change. |
| I love miniskirts on long legs, |
| Tall women, short women, with or without panties, |
| My fear is of the position, it is heading to the Himalayas, |
| And in such high peaks spit jagged, swollen. |
| Dark or light it doesn't matter, |
| I only want rich dicks |
| With a red thong like an anguita, |
| Don't ask, take away. |
| Who hears the black with more ego than water wants to be stupid, |
| That with fierce rhymes will conquer your sheets like wild beasts, |
| The savannah, the rhythm that will send in rap |
| With a strong hand like Castro, Havana, |
| The one who dreams of collecting mulatas from coba, cabana. |
| Yeii, yonfa maraja, surrounded all day by rich pivitas |
| Like experts in syrup. |
| Without shame I none, |
| To see you naked |
| I would sell the moon to the Martians, |
| I would tear up the bill |
| And then I would invoice the legs of your bed, |
| Without a doubt, many will think |
| That my rhymes are too whores. |
| Fuck them, ah ah |
| Fuck them, ah ah |
| I will not change, never, I will not change. |
| (zatu) |
| He was a simple boy, he only dreamed of a tuxedo, |
| Deluxe booklet, quillo, do you have a piece of paper? |
| Today I started to rap with 9 pounds on the table, |
| No beer in the fridge and head to my company. |
| I'm thinking of riding it big, |
| I go from being a nobody and talking, |
| That the words are carried away by the air, |
| And for me there is no air that takes me |
| where there is no one, |
| Reunaire, we are teeth with cavities. |
| We have returned to bring a rap with the smell of wet earth |
| And fix my gaze on your gaze, |
| To be your fan and you to be mine, to get a compliment from you, |
| And teach you that art is just freezing to death. |
| My mother says that I have the eyes of a hanged cat, |
| I'm sorry, I always liked walking on the roof, |
| Goofing around and sit down if I get tired, |
| Practice this shit 23 hours and a break. |
| From here I improvise, rap almost without air, |
| Who has seen it, who sees it, |
| It's always strong 2, speaking in code, |
| Visual connections, greeting and kicking my rivals. |
| I'm here rapping with just a microphone, |
| Tedy is at the door, you know well, let me explain, |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Subiendo Abajo | 2001 |
| Contra Todos | 2001 |
| Batalla De Egos | 2001 |
| Entre Pitos Y Flautas | 2015 |
| Número Once | 2015 |
| Me Follé a La Vida (A Bos Di Laif) | 2015 |
| Vigila Tu Espalda Friend ft. Morodo | 2015 |
| Sois Todos Unos Cursis ft. El Chojin | 2015 |