Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rafagas, artist - C-Kan. Album song Voy Por El Sueno de Muchos, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: C-Mobztas, Mastered Trax
Song language: Spanish
Rafagas(original) |
Ya me acostumbre, a que como siempre vengan a pedirme tregua |
Después de que se les soltó la lengua, jajajajaja |
Parece que olvidaron que rumores en la calle siempre avisan |
Te tengo malas noticias, veamos si eres capaz de brindarme una sonrisa |
Cuando te perfore la camisa |
Te tiro ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-rafagas |
Tranca las pala-pa-pa-pa-pa-palabras |
Que acá te mete-te-te-te-te-tes si te atreves |
Balas con la glock, click-clack si se mueve |
Te tiro ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-rafagas |
Tranca las pala-pa-pa-pa-pa-palabras |
Que acá te mete-te-te-te-te-tes si te atreves |
Balas con la glock, click-clack si se mueve |
Si ves que los perros andan conmigo y con C-Kan |
Te garantizo que de volada se fletan |
Mejor ni se metan, que si no respetan |
Mando una alerta y de seguro te revientan |
Sientan, como siempre me paso de riata |
Y me la paso escribiendo con sabor a crema y nata |
Voy a decírtelo como decía panikis: |
«Póngase y préndase que ya nos fuimos rikis» |
Yo represento a los piratas de este barco |
Y tengo la dosis para el terreno que abarco |
De veras, aquí nunca andamos con chingaderas |
Se llega el fin de sema y nos cae un buen de loquera |
A los de aquí les encanta la balacera |
Y la perra que viene por aquí se encuera |
Suelo cegarme si el corazón se acelera |
Y el que tiene sus huevos lo respetan donde quiera |
Te tiro ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-rafagas |
Tranca las pala-pa-pa-pa-pa-palabras |
Que acá te mete-te-te-te-te-tes si te atreves |
Balas con la glock, click-clack si se mueve |
Te tiro ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-rafagas |
Tranca las pala-pa-pa-pa-pa-palabras |
Que acá te mete-te-te-te-te-tes si te atreves |
Balas con la glock, click-clack si se mueve |
Tu escuela es la calle, también el gangsta rap |
Putazos, problemas por las ventas de crack |
Mantener lo real para mi es lo esencial |
Respeto a mis amigos, los que si son de verdad |
De los pinches falsos ni te digo (No) |
Siempre alerta usando todos mis sentidos |
Mis puños son testigos al igual que mis vecinos |
Si ya todos se la saben, rapero callejero |
No estén de maleantes, camisa de tirantes |
Tomando unas tecates, bordeo fronterizo |
Me atizo macizo, el jale ya se hizo |
Que fluya algo ciso, ya les pasé el aviso |
Con una Tec-9 lo subo de enfrente |
Aquí por donde vivo, operando con mi gente 24/7 |
Le metemos en caliente 1, 8, 7 al que se pase de valiente |
Te tiro ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-rafagas |
Tranca las pala-pa-pa-pa-pa-palabras |
Que acá te mete-te-te-te-te-tes si te atreves |
Balas con la glock, click-clack si se mueve |
Te tiro ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-rafagas |
Tranca las pala-pa-pa-pa-pa-palabras |
Que acá te mete-te-te-te-te-tes si te atreves |
Balas con la glock, click-clack si se mueve |
El Boss |
Que recojan el tianguis, hoy se les acaba la finanza |
Hoy ya no pasa ni al pasillo de mi casa |
Y es que no se me da eso de niñera por turnos |
'Toy ocupado en atracos nocturnos |
Tour por la noche, tu sabes de’so |
Sé que conoces eso de como consigo pesos |
Así que coloca tus ideas locas |
Y mantén mi nombre fuera de tu puta boca |
A tu clicka convoca, pa' click, placa-placa |
Y que viva la muerte mientras ruede la calaca |
«Fear? |
Never», como dijo el Werever |
With the .45, gangsta, 20, 4, 7 |
¿O qué tranza Kapel? |
Let’s get it papel |
Ando bajando merca por el cerro y arrapel |
Tarimas y mas aquel, con tatuajes en la piel |
Y rimas, tina en papel que me generan papel |
Te tiro ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-rafagas |
Tranca las pala-pa-pa-pa-pa-palabras |
Que acá te mete-te-te-te-te-tes si te atreves |
Balas con la glock, click-clack si se mueve |
Te tiro ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-rafagas |
Tranca las pala-pa-pa-pa-pa-palabras |
Que acá te mete-te-te-te-te-tes si te atreves |
Balas con la glock, click-clack si se mueve |
(translation) |
I got used to it, that as always they come to ask me for a truce |
After their tongue was loosened, hahahahaha |
It seems that they forgot that rumors on the street always warn |
I have bad news for you, let's see if you can give me a smile |
When I pierce your shirt |
I throw you ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-bursts |
Lock the shovel-pa-pa-pa-pa-words |
That here you put-you-you-you-you-you if you dare |
Bullets with the glock, click-clack if it moves |
I throw you ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-bursts |
Lock the shovel-pa-pa-pa-pa-words |
That here you put-you-you-you-you-you if you dare |
Bullets with the glock, click-clack if it moves |
If you see that the dogs walk with me and with C-Kan |
I guarantee you that they fly away |
Better not even get involved, if they do not respect |
I send an alert and they will surely burst you |
Feel, as always I spend riata |
And I spend it writing with the flavor of cream and cream |
I'm going to tell you like Panikis used to say: |
"Put on and turn on that we already left rikis" |
I represent the pirates of this ship |
And I have the dose for the terrain that I cover |
Really, here we never walk around with shit |
The end of the week is here and we get a good loquera |
The locals love the shootout |
And the bitch that comes around gets naked |
I usually go blind if the heart races |
And the one who has his balls is respected wherever he wants |
I throw you ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-bursts |
Lock the shovel-pa-pa-pa-pa-words |
That here you put-you-you-you-you-you if you dare |
Bullets with the glock, click-clack if it moves |
I throw you ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-bursts |
Lock the shovel-pa-pa-pa-pa-words |
That here you put-you-you-you-you-you if you dare |
Bullets with the glock, click-clack if it moves |
Your school is the street, also gangsta rap |
Putazos, problems for crack sales |
Keeping what is real for me is the essential |
I respect my friends, those who are real |
I don't even tell you about the fucking fakes (No) |
Always alert using all my senses |
My fists are witnesses just like my neighbors |
If everyone already knows it, street rapper |
Don't be thugs, tank top |
Having some tecates, border border |
I rock solid, the pull is already done |
Let something cis flow, I already gave them the notice |
With a Tec-9 I climb it from the front |
Here where I live, operating with my people 24/7 |
We give hot 1, 8, 7 to the one who is too brave |
I throw you ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-bursts |
Lock the shovel-pa-pa-pa-pa-words |
That here you put-you-you-you-you-you if you dare |
Bullets with the glock, click-clack if it moves |
I throw you ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-bursts |
Lock the shovel-pa-pa-pa-pa-words |
That here you put-you-you-you-you-you if you dare |
Bullets with the glock, click-clack if it moves |
The Boss |
Let them pick up the tianguis, today they run out of finances |
Today it doesn't even happen to the hallway of my house |
And it's that I'm not given that shift babysitting |
'Toy busy at night heists |
Tour at night, you know about'so |
I know you know how I get pesos |
So lay down your crazy ideas |
And keep my name out of your fucking mouth |
Summon your clicka, pa' click, plate-plate |
And long live death while the calaca rolls |
Fear? |
Never”, as the Werever said |
With the .45, gangsta, 20, 4, 7 |
Or what tranza Kapel? |
let's get it paper |
I'm going down the hill and rappel merch |
Platforms and more that one, with tattoos on the skin |
And rhymes, tub on paper that generate paper for me |
I throw you ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-bursts |
Lock the shovel-pa-pa-pa-pa-words |
That here you put-you-you-you-you-you if you dare |
Bullets with the glock, click-clack if it moves |
I throw you ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-bursts |
Lock the shovel-pa-pa-pa-pa-words |
That here you put-you-you-you-you-you if you dare |
Bullets with the glock, click-clack if it moves |