Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shaokan , by - El B. Release date: 14.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shaokan , by - El B. Shaokan(original) |
| Dice que! |
| Esto es Conexión apaga luz |
| Tu sabes, producción el LAPIZ aquí |
| Ese Background lo hizo mi hermano el LAPIZ |
| Tu sabes como es, la Conexión apaga luz |
| Nuevo Vedado — Santa Cruz |
| Oh ya tu sabes como es… |
| Nuevo Vedado — Santa Cruz… |
| Es mia esta lirikita… y el LAPIZ, maltratando al FrutyLoops |
| Nos fuimos aquí, ya tu sabes como es |
| Falla pa tu lengua… |
| Y dice así, yoe! |
| Esta va pa los que tienen la curiosidad despierta |
| Que no se paran a escuchar y paran de hablar mierda |
| Esta va pa los que cagan por la boca pues seguro |
| De tanto pensar en mi olvidaron pa que sirve el culo |
| Te aseguro, que de esta no vas a salvarte |
| Crítico de arte, ven a inyectarte tinta con cianuro |
| Hace ya cuatro febreros te tengo en apuro |
| Gracias que a mi talento y a tu puteria es que perduro |
| Soy inmaduro que libera sus tensiones escribiendo |
| Mientras tú solo hablas mal de mis canciones |
| Si!, malas palabras y que, no me cuestiones mas compadre |
| Que te encanta escuchar a los yumas cagarse en tu madre |
| Y que ladren los perros, que se tiren, y que muerdan dale |
| Ensaya una escenita pa ver si te sale |
| Que los del perreo, los under y los comerciales |
| Saben que tengo un estilo que le rompe los timbales |
| Y esto no es dale don dale, sino dale pa que aprenda |
| Que las prendas no te hacen MC aunque tu CD se venda |
| Tengas el bolsillo asi y la TV en ti se reprenda |
| Si no das un mensaje creeme eres tremenda mierda |
| Es tiempo de que entiendas men porque te aferras |
| Si las libretas me abren que importa si las puertas se cierran |
| Escribe y no me pintes farolito de guerra |
| Que te lo coloreo, te lo apago, y te lo rompo a piedra |
| Porque te cierras perro esto es terror en bocina |
| Yo pincho en lo hondo y profundo y tu eres buzo de piscina |
| Camina loco y evita el foco pa que tu estas |
| Yo me pongo peor que Remteck con to sus megawats |
| Viene el El By |
| Pa los blancos y pa los pietros |
| Conmigo no hay dexboll, ponches y boletos |
| Cuando me paro en el cajón jurarme en el concreto |
| Me sirven to los lanzamientos y meto swing completo |
| Estate quieto y no te meta ahi |
| Que soy un tren y tu eres muy poca linea pa mi |
| Si, tu te crees que estoy dormio |
| Y en esa curvita es donde tu te pierdes y te encuentras conmigo |
| Ya te es sabido que no soy un pan |
| Callado, noble y sin doble como Jackie Chan |
| Logica es creerte el one si chocas con Byan |
| Que pa ganar este jueguito hay que matar a Shao Kahn |
| Soy un MC solo, que tiene al pensador por simbolo |
| Sin foco porque te hiciste el loco y siempre te ignoro |
| Pero mi yunta no te confundas |
| Que cambio de palo pa rumba y si te zumbas te despingo to |
| Yo se que no soy santo de tu devocion |
| Y desearias que nunca hubiera agarrado un microfon |
| Lo siento chamacon es que el hipop es mi pasion |
| Aunque solo me ha dado mil enemigos y mas de un clon |
| Que situacion baby, representando, esto es pa largo |
| Que cuando el By se prende no hay como apagarlo |
| Venga a observarlo el fanatismo no va a aplastarlo |
| Tu eres fan a 50 Cent, pues bien mi preferido es ALDO |
| Tengo los dardos preparados |
| Y una punteria de tres pares de cojones no he fallado |
| Buscame al que creas mejor ponlo a mi lado |
| Lo voy a maltratar mas que en una cafeteria del estado |
| He estado siempre de lado de quien no esta en el poder |
| Sin fama ni gloria encima no me vengan a ofrecer |
| Dejenme aqui abajo entre mis rimas y mis libros |
| Si aqui los tengo locos alla arriba soy un peligro |
| Ando con el nitro desde el 2003, archiva la fecha |
| Pues esta brecha te mate de la salida |
| No gastes mas saliva y ponte a la viva |
| Te tengo pasando mas trabajo pa arrancarte un poskilon pa arriba |
| Vive tu vida y quitame el deito si! |
| Emplea tu tiempo en algo, que hay buenos cursitos por ahi |
| Pero si te interesa la rima buscame a mi |
| Pa que escribas el libro 100 horas con El By |
| Es el By |
| Pa los blancos y pa los pietros |
| Conmigo no hay dexboll, ponches y boletos |
| Cuando me paro en el cajon jurarme en el concreto |
| Me sirven to los lanzamientos y meto swing completo |
| Estate quieto y no te meta ahi |
| Que soy un tren y tu eres muy poca linea pa mi |
| Si, tu te crees que estoy dormio |
| Y en esa curvita es donde tu te pierdes y te encuentras conmigo |
| Ya te es sabido que no soy un pan |
| Callado, noble y sin doble como Jackie Chan |
| Logica es creerte el one si chocas con Byan |
| Que pa ganar este jueguito hay que matar a Shao Kahn |
| Midiendome con vara nunca sabran mi tamaño |
| Los buenos son los peores si deciden hacer daño |
| Los pichoncitos de rapiña moriran de hambre |
| Niñas les voy a partir las uñas cuando arañen |
| Se te va la cuarentiña es mejor que te avise |
| Que tu actitud desluce con la talla en que te prensa |
| Eres muy come-mierda para pensar lo que dices |
| Y eres muy penco para decir lo que pìensas |
| La via no es esa asere asi que mejor frena |
| Que se te va la catalina, se parten las vielas |
| Aprende de la calle pero que no te duerman con muela |
| Los mejores MC no son los que dejan la escuela |
| ALDO pa que inventarán |
| Si no saben en la plomacera que se meterán |
| Pa ganar este juegito hay que matar al Shao Kahn |
| Tu sabes como es… el Shao Kahn |
| (translation) |
| Say what! |
| This is Connection turn off light |
| You know, production the PENCIL here |
| That Background was made by my brother the PENCIL |
| You know how it is, the Connection turns off light |
| New Vedado — Santa Cruz |
| Oh you know how it is... |
| New Vedado — Santa Cruz… |
| This little lirikit is mine... and the PENCIL, mistreating the FrutyLoops |
| We left here, you already know how it is |
| Fail for your tongue... |
| And it goes like this, yo! |
| This one goes to those who have awakened curiosity |
| They don't stop to listen and stop talking shit |
| This one goes to those who shit through their mouths, for sure |
| From so much thinking about me they forgot what the ass is for |
| I assure you, that you will not be saved from this |
| Art critic, come inject yourself with cyanide ink |
| It's been four February now that I have you in trouble |
| Thanks to my talent and your putería is that I last |
| I am immature who releases his tensions by writing |
| While you only speak ill of my songs |
| Yes!, bad words and that, do not question me anymore compadre |
| That you love listening to the yumas shit on your mother |
| And that the dogs bark, that they throw themselves, and that they bite, give it |
| Rehearse a scene to see if you get it |
| That those of the perreo, the under and the commercials |
| They know that I have a style that breaks the kettledrums |
| And this is not dale don dale, but dale so that he learns |
| That the clothes do not make you MC even if your CD is sold |
| Have your pocket like this and the TV in you is reprimanded |
| If you do not give a message believe me you are tremendous shit |
| It is time that you understand men why you cling |
| If the notebooks open me, what does it matter if the doors are closed |
| Write and don't paint me war lantern |
| That I color it for you, I turn it off, and I'll break it to stone |
| Why do you close dog this is terror on horn |
| I poke deep and deep and you are a pool diver |
| Walk crazy and avoid the focus so that you are |
| I get worse than Remteck with all his megawatts |
| The El By is coming |
| For the whites and for the pietros |
| With me there is no dexboll, strikeouts and tickets |
| When I stand on the drawer swear on the concrete |
| They serve me all the pitches and I put full swing |
| Be still and don't get in there |
| That I am a train and you are very little line for me |
| Yes, you think I'm asleep |
| And in that curve is where you get lost and find me |
| It is already known to you that I am not a bread |
| Quiet, noble and double like Jackie Chan |
| Logic is to believe the one if you collide with Byan |
| That to win this little game you have to kill Shao Kahn |
| I am a single MC, who has the thinker as a symbol |
| No focus because you played crazy and I always ignore you |
| But my team don't get confused |
| What a change of suit for rumba and if you buzz I'll throw you off |
| I know that I am not a saint of your devotion |
| And you wish I'd never picked up a mic |
| I'm sorry chamacon is that hipop is my passion |
| Although it has only given me a thousand enemies and more than one clone |
| What a situation baby, representing, this is for a long time |
| That when the By turns on there is no way to turn it off |
| Come watch it fanaticism is not going to crush you |
| You are a fan of 50 Cent, well my favorite is ALDO |
| I have the darts ready |
| And an aim of three pairs of balls I have not failed |
| Find me the one you think is best, put him by my side |
| I'm going to mistreat him more than in a state cafeteria |
| I have always been on the side of those who are not in power |
| Without fame or glory above, do not come to offer me |
| Leave me down here between my rhymes and my books |
| If here I have them crazy up there I am a danger |
| I've been riding the nitro since 2003, file the date |
| Well, this gap kills you from the exit |
| Do not waste more saliva and get alive |
| I have you spending more work to rip a poskilon up |
| Live your life and take away my deito yes! |
| Use your time in something, there are good courses out there |
| But if you are interested in the rhyme look for me |
| For you to write the book 100 hours with El By |
| is the by |
| For the whites and for the pietros |
| With me there is no dexboll, strikeouts and tickets |
| When I stand on the drawer swear on the concrete |
| They serve me all the pitches and I put full swing |
| Be still and don't get in there |
| That I am a train and you are very little line for me |
| Yes, you think I'm asleep |
| And in that curve is where you get lost and find me |
| It is already known to you that I am not a bread |
| Quiet, noble and double like Jackie Chan |
| Logic is to believe the one if you collide with Byan |
| That to win this little game you have to kill Shao Kahn |
| Measuring me with a rod they will never know my size |
| The good guys are the worst if they decide to do harm |
| The nestlings of prey will starve |
| Girls, I'm going to break your nails when you scratch |
| If your forties are going, it is better that I notify you |
| That your attitude shines with the size in which it presses you |
| You're too shit-eater to think what you're saying |
| And you are very weak to say what you think |
| The road is not that asere so you better stop |
| That the catalina is leaving you, the vielas are breaking |
| Learn from the street but don't be put to sleep with a tooth |
| The best MCs are not the ones who drop out of school |
| ALDO so they will invent |
| If they don't know where they'll get into the plumbing |
| To win this little game you have to kill the Shao Kahn |
| You know how it is... the Shao Kahn |
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|---|---|
| Barras | 2018 |
| Los de Verdad ft. Maykel Xtremo | 2018 |
| Piensa | 2018 |
| Fuck You! | 2018 |
| Se Feliz | 2018 |
| Van Damme | 2018 |
| Conectados ft. El B | 2019 |
| Héroes Comprometidos ft. El B | 2018 |
| Vacaciones De Verano | 2014 |
| Esto Es Con Todos | 2014 |