Lyrics of Abusos De Autoridad - Haze, Pitingo

Abusos De Autoridad (original)

Articulo 25.2 de la constitucion española
Las penas privativas de libertad
Y las medidas de seguridad estaran orientadas hacia
La reeducacion y reinsercion social
Asi como al acceso a la cultura
Y al desarrollo integral de su personalidad
Violencia en las carceles, esposado al catre sin colxon
Vuela mi odio como angeles, la prision me huele a sangre, edor
De tanto dolor k provocan golpes, cobardes
Su hijo a muerto por suicidio, no se te ocurre otra escusa
Pa tapar un homicidio?
despues, ojo por ojo y sangre por sangre
Crece la violencia en las carceles
Cargo mi arma de rap como carga de rabia un preso
Su alma k busca libertad, calma
Yo busco dar mas informacion pa el k no kiere mirar patras
Pork impacta, tortura, medidas antisuicidio
Escritura acontece un genocidio, atses sudan
No denuncian la agresion, 3000?
callan el silencio del terror
Cuando el forense reconoce al paciente
Poco despues el abogado consiente visita al cliente y no esta
Decunda a otra ciudad, desaparecen las marcas, otra injusticia mas…
La ley, te jode day a day, la calle te enseña
K pierdas tu fe my friend, chivatos llegan
Posturas vuelan, piden carne, ya no sabes lo k hacer
Fatman y haze gritan porke, tu no lo ves, lo k corrompe el poder
Armate solo el fuerte sobrevive
El caminante hace camino al andar y pasa fatigas
Entre calles mojadas y tristes, farolas le iluminan
Sombras acexan, en bocacalles estrexas
Sientes k alguien mira y notas en el cogote dos flexas
Xaxi, estas solo, tu miedo crece y cadavez encogen
Mas los ombros un cruel dia 13, tu sabes k
En el destino no hay jueces
Te pue tocar a ti sin avises acabas oliendo a muerte
Y enfrente de ti, aparecen luces en un cruze en alivio
Sur k cruzo mi puerta, deja atras las cruces
Un intruso mas, eso es lo k eres unicamente
Con la impotencia azte mas fuerte entre empujones e insultos
Salvadores o berdugos, el brillo de la placa, el humo del puro
Es duro, tragar si es crudo, te dices: pasa de ellos
Pero te an visto cara de camello y xulo, no exo na señor agente
Vengo del estudio voy pal kelly
Me espera mi mujer y una cena caliente
Contra la pared yo soy la autoridad y se lo k hacer
Pon las manos el anterior miedo vuelve a crecer, el costao sufre
Hoy tienen ganas de joder estos «bitches», solo es bithces
Un golpe tras otro, insisten
El sabor de la sangre en tu boca sin ningun pork resistes
Piensas, k icistes?
nada, solo andar por la calle
A las tres de la mañana, sin acer parada yo y mi libreta
Iba contento, en mi tema, mis tretas
Pensaba llegar ileso repasando mi letra, y cruje el hueso
Lagrimas, rabia, hoy me llevo a la tumba un ijo puta
De estos ni na ni na, ahi kedo tumbao con la cara ensangrentada
El cuerpo lleno de palos y una mano partia, ou mama
Solo por llevar estas pintas te atacan
El haze y el gordo parten la placa, fuck de police
Only hip hop real el show destaca…
La ley, te jode day a day…
Mil funcionarios de prision matan, muxos abusan
Con orgullo de su placa, corrupcion mafia
En la oscuridad se esconden ratas, un brazo
De la le ataca se vende por plata, kien escapa
Billetes de silencio bocas tapan, jefes de servicio maltratan
Las luces se apagan, gritos de impotencia reclaman
Galerias oscuras exclaman.
Seguid dejando a xavales
Drogaos con sinoganmia alosperidos
Y ahora hablarme de reinsercion
Especial dedicacion a Don francisco el rayban
Y las gitanas, vais a pagar mas carcel k ninguno

(translation)

Article 25.2 of the Spanish Constitution
Prison sentences
And the security measures will be oriented towards
Reeducation and social reintegration
As well as access to culture
And to the comprehensive development of your personality
Violence in prisons, handcuffed to the cot without colxon
Fly my hate like angels, the prison smells like blood, smell
From so much pain they cause blows, cowards
His son died by suicide, you can't think of another excuse
To cover up a homicide?
later, an eye for an eye and blood for blood
Violence grows in prisons
I load my rap gun like a prisoner rage load
His soul is looking for freedom, calm
I seek to provide more information for him who does not want to look back
Pork shocks, torture, anti-suicide measures
Writing befalls a genocide, atses sudan
They do not report the aggression, 3000?
silence the silence of terror
When the coroner recognizes the patient
Shortly after the lawyer agrees to visit the client and is not
Go to another city, the brands disappear, yet another injustice...
The law fucks you day by day, the street teaches you
K lose your faith my friend, sneaks arrive
Postures fly, they ask for meat, you don't know what to do anymore
Fatman and Haze yell porke, you don't see it, it corrupts the power
Arm yourself only the strong survive
The walker makes the path by walking and experiences fatigue
Between wet and sad streets, streetlights illuminate him
Acexan shadows, in narrow street corners
You feel someone look and you notice two flexas on the neck
Xaxi, you are alone, your fear grows and shrinks
But the shoulders a cruel day 13, you know k
In destiny there are no judges
I can touch you without warning you end up smelling like death
And in front of you, lights appear on a cross in relief
Sur k cross my door, leave the crosses behind
One more intruder, that's what you only want
With impotence you get stronger between shoves and insults
Saviors or executioners, the shine of the plate, the smoke of the cigar
It's hard, swallow if it's raw, you tell yourself: ignore them
But they have seen you face of camel and xulo, no exo na agent Mr.
I come from the studio I go to Kelly
My wife and a hot dinner are waiting for me
Against the wall I am the authority and I know what to do
Put your hands, the previous fear grows again, the costao suffers
Today they want to fuck these "bitches", it's just bithces
One blow after another, they insist
The taste of blood in your mouth without any pork you resist
You think, what did you do?
nothing, just walk down the street
At three in the morning, without me stopping and my notebook
I was happy, in my subject, my tricks
I thought I would arrive unharmed reviewing my handwriting, and the bone creaks
Tears, rage, today I take a son of a bitch to the grave
Of these neither na nor na, there kedo tumbao with a bloody face
The body full of sticks and a split hand, ou mama
Just for wearing these pints they attack you
The haze and the fat man split the plate, police fuck
Only real hip hop the show highlights…
The law fucks you day by day…
A thousand prison officials kill, many abuse
With pride of his badge, mafia corruption
In the dark rats hide, an arm
From the attack he is sold for silver, who escapes
Silence tickets cover mouths, service managers mistreat
The lights go out, cries of helplessness claim
Dark galleries exclaim.
Keep leaving xavales
Get high with synoganmia alosperidos
And now talk to me about reinsertion
Special dedication to Don Francisco el Rayban
And the gypsies, you are going to pay more jail than anyone