Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mucho Brillo (Intro) , by - J Alvarez. Release date: 18.02.2013
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mucho Brillo (Intro) , by - J Alvarez. Mucho Brillo (Intro)(original) |
| Esto es la Maquinaria |
| En el Intro de Real Pauta |
| Tenemo' mucho brillo, mucho flow, mucho cash |
| Y corazón pa' dejártela caer |
| No estés hablando mierda |
| Mi herma', si tú no jala' |
| No te la viva que no te queda el papel |
| Tenemo' mucho brillo, mucho flow, mucho cash |
| Y corazón pa' dejártela caer |
| No estés hablando mierda |
| Mi herma', si tú no jala' |
| No te la viva que no te queda el papel |
| Wah |
| Yeh, soy el fabuloso (C'mon) |
| Muchos no saben de mi plan majestuoso (Yah) |
| Me tiran fotos porque ya yo soy famoso (Yah) |
| Como Picasso, de collection son mis versos (C'mon) |
| En esto soy como un profesional chef (Chef) |
| Tengo mi propia salsa |
| Muchos quieren competir, pero no pasan la test (Ey) |
| A su carrera les puse pausa |
| Tengo mucho brillo, mucho flow, mucho cash |
| Y al envidioso vamo' a romper |
| Pa' que no 'té hablando mierda |
| Mi herma', si tú no jala' |
| En e’ta movie no tiene' papel |
| Tenemo' mucho brillo, mucho flow, mucho cash |
| Y corazón pa' dejártela caer |
| No estés hablando mierda |
| Mi herma', si tú no jala' |
| No te la viva' que no te queda el papel |
| The Flow Is Back |
| Still broke |
| Si necesita que te escriba un tipo, dame un call |
| Saca lo' chavito', papi, fuck the fame |
| Lo mío e' fumar krippy, mami, fuck cocaine |
| Insane in the brain, los maté, como Tego |
| Y por si casualidad resucita |
| I can to bring the pain, a lo meto |
| Y si tu jeva se pone bruta, también se lo meto |
| Parece que 'tá buscando que la complazca |
| Se rompió el condón, si sale cabezón cuando tu hijo nazca |
| Ahora en la calle, me dicen |
| Porque cuando tiro el lirique’o to' el mundo masca |
| Tenemo' mucho brillo, mucho flow, mucho gate |
| Y corazón pa' dejártela caer |
| No estés hablando mierda, mi herma', que tú no jala' |
| Tú lo que jala' es a correr |
| Yaga & Mackie, 'toy en to’a |
| Desde Jory hasta en to’a |
| Puesto siempre pa' lo que sea |
| Lo' peine' son largo', pana, como boa |
| Osea, tírate pa' que la pase fea |
| La calle 'tá' caliente, caliente está la brea |
| La nena están caliente, caliente, están la nena, vamo' allá |
| Osea, mucho brillo, corillo, sencillo |
| Imposible cuando se vea y no se vea (Con permiso) |
| De la película falsa ustedes son las actrice' |
| Yo vivo a lo real, así que, papi, take it easy |
| To' el que quiera guerrear, que rápido me avise |
| Si andamo' dando cadenazo', evítesen la' cicatrice' |
| Y no sea bocón o te damo' fogón |
| Yo soy el de la pauta en mi fuckin' callejón |
| Ellos 'tán desorienta’o y se buscaron que lo pise |
| Será por la heroína que inhalaron sus narices |
| Yo tengo mucho brillo, mucho flow, mucha torta |
| Y una actitud que casi nadie la soporta |
| Y no hable' mierda, mi herma', si tú no jala' |
| No te la vivas que no te queda el papel |
| Llegó la bestia (Rrrra), soy como Mazinger (Ajá) |
| Me dicen «Maquina, destrúyelos» y saco el Challenger |
| Y no me ronquen, que yo vivo mejor que ustedes |
| Una sola y le pongo de capota a los mercedes |
| Pa' los demonios de la tinta soy la bestia en el infierno |
| Bajo el de’o y hasta el Diablo puede perder los dos cuernos |
| Tengo cash, tengo flow, también tengo mucho brillo |
| From Trujillo y facturando al año más de medio millo |
| Qué van a hacer cuando vean el flash (Jeh, jeh, jeh) |
| Y los cristales de tu carro haciendo crash |
| El rifle pa' adentro y tu ceso' pega’o del dash |
| No se preocupen que a sus viudas le vo' a seguir dando cash |
| Llegó Papa Upa, el King Koopa (Rrrra) |
| Esto es pa’l envidioso, por qué no mastica y chupa |
| El talento de ustedes hay que buscarlo con lupa |
| Y tranquilo, que a tu gata le gusta que yo la escupa |
| Yo tengo mucho brillo, mucho flow, mucha torta |
| Y de mi casa yo no salgo sin la corta |
| Y no hable' mierda, bobo, si tú no jala' |
| La tinta tuya con agua la borro del papel |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| Si cambié de rap por pana, yo vendí más por casquillo |
| Y acribillo con un cuarto de posillo |
| Bien sencillo, amenazante, como lighter pa' cigarillo |
| Elegante, sin diamante, pero con mucho brillo |
| Y yo lo' mato easy |
| Faranduleando en auto o en bici' |
| Ah, ah, lo' tengo en crici' |
| Apunto de un infarto |
| Mano arriba, esto es asalto |
| Como a Bella me lo' parto |
| Les estoy campeando en baja |
| Frío en la lleca, Chilindrino |
| Calle es calle, fino |
| Actitud daniño |
| Ya salió el voltaje, el asesino |
| Los desaparezco, na' má' de ponerle un peine al Aladino |
| Ya llegó el que de la lista los tacha |
| Vine a fumigar a to' e’ta cucaracha' |
| Más de diez años de buena racha |
| Yo soy línea, papi, Voltio no se escracha |
| Tenemo' mucho brillo, mucho flow, mucho combo |
| Y si te pone payaso te rompo |
| No estés hablando mierda |
| Que aquí la cosa está mala |
| Y ninguno de ustedes jalan |
| Tienen que soportarme hasta el día en que me muera |
| Y más insoportable cuando salga el rompe muelas |
| Fanático del cash, aunque sea adictivo |
| Gracias a mis fans es que yo sigo vivo |
| Todos saben de mí, hasta Osama me lo mama |
| Tuvo que tumbar la' torre' pa' lograr tener mi fama |
| Que le duela ver mi cara cuando salgo en la Tele |
| En conciertos y en hoteles, paseándome con mujeres |
| No se desenfoquen |
| Mejor cierra la boca o le paso la trucka entre ceja y bigote |
| Te viste' en hematoma y más de mil aseraciones |
| Y Yaga & Mackie son famosos porque suenan sus canciones |
| Tenemo' mucho brillo, mucho flow, mucho cash (Dije, J) |
| Y corazón pa' dejártela caer |
| No estés hablando mierda |
| Mi herma', si tú no jala' |
| No te la viva' que no te queda el papel |
| Va temblar la tierra (Wuh), hay aviso de huracán |
| No te busques que en la frente te dibujé un alacrán (Ey) |
| Arrancando membrane, espíritu y to' esa cosa' |
| Cuando las fulles son nitrosas, Montana es otra cosa |
| Cuando la deje caer vas a sentir el poder (Wuh) |
| Y si tratas de chotear, te matamo' dentro del cuartel |
| Viro hasta que te dejes de mover por completo (Prrr) |
| Fogata de la dura, sí, sí, pa' tu esqueleto |
| Se acabó el evento, no comemo' cuento |
| Así que aguanta, que volvió Guelo y la Real Pauta |
| Con trajes de astronauta' y los rifles en la mano |
| Son muchos lo que roncan y poquitos meten mano |
| Dímelo, piraña, tu humildad ya no me engaña |
| Tú eres un bocón que lo' sesto araña |
| No me extraña sacarle el guarapo a la caña (Dile) |
| La pongo a venirse, como el chorro 'e la champaña |
| Tenemo' mucho brillo, diamantes pa' frontear |
| Y el poder pa' dejártela caer |
| No siga hablando mierda |
| Mi herma', si tú no jala' |
| A la que te lamba vas a sentir el poder |
| Ustedes no tienen brillo, yo soy dueño del rastrillo |
| Cacoteo de la calle, callejero lo martillo |
| Seguro que me la vivo si siempre parto el estilo (Oh) |
| Ustedes son picaderas, picapiedras, pica, pica |
| No tienen ni resistencia, aguanten la turbulencia |
| Cuando te explote el motor-tor |
| Del reggaetón soy la esencia |
| Ustedes son las princesas (Oh) |
| Niñitas que lloriquean, capotean y gaguean |
| Cua-Cua, Cuando te parto la cara con el bloke (Oh) |
| Siente el impacto si sangras cuando te cobren (Sí) |
| Usted cotorrea, es lengüilargo, soplabotes |
| No te agostes, monigote, o te jodemos en bloque (Oh) |
| Dile Montana, que desde que salimos estamo' invictos |
| Y que nos vamo' pa' la finca la' mamasita' en gistro |
| Pa' lo' tres palo', música de otros niveles |
| Esto es alta jerarquía, como Pablo en el cartel |
| Ey, ey, calla’ito estoy asiendo un par de peso' |
| Y con mujeres nueva to' lo' día' bajo el queso |
| Mere, cabrón, no pregunte dónde sueno |
| Yo no se lo mamo a nadie pa' que mi voz tenga peso |
| Lo que tú 'tás haciendo ahora, ya yo lo hice |
| Lo mío era real, yo sí que bajaba ticket |
| Pa' que me critique', tengo público de más |
| Estoy facturando sin invertir casi na' |
| Mucho brillo, mucho flow |
| Una corta que me dice «Si hay problema, sácame que voy |
| Que si hay que trabajar a alguien yo mismo le doy» |
| Yo no hablo mucho, el que me conoce sabe quién yo soy |
| Tú roncas mucho (Jah) |
| Pero como tú hay muchos, bobo |
| Sólo con la mirada te apachurro |
| Deja de estar hablando tanta mierda |
| Que vivimo' en Puerto Rico, recuerda |
| Tenemo' más peso que un gimnasio de gordos |
| Pendejos como tú oídos sordos |
| Pa' bocones como tú hay cuatro a bordo (Oye) |
| En un carro tintia’o, ¿'Tás caga’o? |
| Dicen que vas a hacer, ¿Cuándo lo vas a hacer? |
| (Dale) |
| ¿Qué carajos estás esperando?, ¿Volver a nacer? |
| (Na') |
| Ese bla-bla-bla ya pasó de moda |
| Aquí se actúa, pla-pla-pla y que se joda |
| Una pistola la tiene cualquiera (Cualquiera) |
| ¿Tiene' 2 bolas pa' usarla? |
| Dispara |
| Puedes venir con el combo que quiera' (Dale) |
| Que yo voy solo, soy un hombre y doy cara |
| Tenemo' mucho brillo, mucho flow, mucho cash |
| Y corazón pa' dejártela caer |
| No estés hablando mierda |
| Mi herma', si tú no jala' |
| No te la viva que no te queda el papel |
| 'Tá bien, esto es Real Pauta |
| To' el mundo ha tira’o bien |
| To' el mundo ha tira’o cabrón, 'toy bien contento (Sí, sí, sí) |
| Pero no entiendo, contigo tengo que zumbar más |
| Oye, andamos con Montana |
| Osea que el dinero se amontona |
| Lo que cobras por party yo lo gasto en Corona |
| Sigo on fire, muy caliente en la zona |
| Internacional, me escuchan los monos en el Amazonas, Yo |
| Que le meto cabrón, nada extraño |
| Facturé como 800 el pasado año |
| Sin disquera Guantanamera |
| 2010, ahora floto en el Panamera |
| Oye, nosotros sí que estamos bendecidos |
| Tenemos to' el brillo, monstruo |
| The Flow Is Back |
| Montana «The Producer» |
| Perreke, el CEO |
| DJ Wassie |
| NelFlow |
| Esto es la maquinaria en el Intro de Real Pauta |
| Trabajando 7 días, 24 hora' |
| No descansamo' y el libro sigue lleno |
| Sin invertir mucho, ¿Oí'te? |
| Oye, y recuerda que |
| La envidia es solo el reflejo de tu admiración a la maquinaria |
| Guelo, nosotros sí que tenemos brillo |
| Chequeátelos vivos |
| Miguel El Joseador |
| FlowHot |
| La Maquinaria Coming Soon |
| (translation) |
| This is the Machinery |
| In the Intro of Real Pauta |
| We have a lot of shine, a lot of flow, a lot of cash |
| And heart to let it fall |
| Don't be talking shit |
| My sister, if you don't pull |
| Don't live it up, you don't have the paper left |
| We have a lot of shine, a lot of flow, a lot of cash |
| And heart to let it fall |
| Don't be talking shit |
| My sister, if you don't pull |
| Don't live it up, you don't have the paper left |
| wah |
| Yeh, I'm the fabulous (C'mon) |
| Many do not know about my majestic plan (Yah) |
| They take pictures of me because I'm already famous (Yah) |
| Like Picasso, from collection are my verses (C'mon) |
| In this I am like a professional chef (Chef) |
| I have my own sauce |
| Many want to compete, but they don't pass the test (Hey) |
| I paused his career |
| I have a lot of shine, a lot of flow, a lot of cash |
| And the envious one we're going to break |
| So that you don't talk shit |
| My sister, if you don't pull |
| In this movie he doesn't have a role |
| We have a lot of shine, a lot of flow, a lot of cash |
| And heart to let it fall |
| Don't be talking shit |
| My sister, if you don't pull |
| Don't live it up, you don't have the paper left |
| The Flow Is Back |
| still broke |
| If you need a guy to write to you, give me a call |
| Take out the 'chavito', daddy, fuck the fame |
| My thing is to smoke krippy, mommy, fuck cocaine |
| Insane in the brain, I killed them, like Tego |
| And just in case it resurrects |
| I can to bring the pain, I put it |
| And if your jeva gets rough, I put it in her too |
| It seems that you are looking for me to please you |
| The condom broke, if it comes out with a head when your son is born |
| Now on the street, they tell me |
| Because when I throw the lirique'or to' the world chews |
| We have a lot of brightness, a lot of flow, a lot of gate |
| And heart to let it fall |
| Don't be talking shit, my sister', that you don't pull' |
| What you pull 'is to run |
| Yaga & Mackie, 'toy in to'a |
| From Jory to in to'a |
| Always put pa' whatever |
| The 'comb' are long', corduroy, like a boa |
| I mean, throw yourself so that you have an ugly time |
| The street is hot, the tar is hot |
| The girl is hot, hot, the girl is, let's go there |
| I mean, a lot of brightness, corillo, simple |
| Impossible when seen and not seen (With permission) |
| From the fake movie you are the actresses' |
| I live for real, so daddy, take it easy |
| Anyone who wants to fight, let me know quickly |
| If we are 'giving chains', avoid the 'cicatrice' |
| And don't be loud or we'll give you a stove |
| I'm the pattern in my fuckin' alley |
| They're disoriented and they wanted me to step on it |
| It will be because of the heroin that they inhaled their noses |
| I have a lot of glitter, a lot of flow, a lot of cake |
| And an attitude that hardly anyone can stand |
| And don't talk shit, my sister, if you don't pull |
| Don't live it up, you don't have the paper left |
| The beast has arrived (Rrrra), I'm like Mazinger (Aha) |
| They tell me "Machine, destroy them" and I take out the Challenger |
| And don't snore me, I live better than you |
| Only one and I put the mercedes as a hood |
| For the demons of the ink I am the beast in hell |
| Under the de'o and even the Devil can lose the two horns |
| I have cash, I have flow, I also have a lot of shine |
| From Trujillo and billing more than half a million a year |
| What are they going to do when they see the flash (Heh, heh, heh) |
| And the windows of your car crashing |
| The rifle goes inside and you hit the dash |
| Don't worry that your widows will continue giving cash |
| Papa Upa arrived, the King Koopa (Rrrra) |
| This is pa'l envious, why don't you chew and suck |
| Your talent must be looked for with a magnifying glass |
| And don't worry, your cat likes me to spit on her |
| I have a lot of glitter, a lot of flow, a lot of cake |
| And I don't leave my house without the cut |
| And don't talk 'shit, silly, if you don't pull' |
| I erase your ink with water from the paper |
| I i i |
| If I changed rap for corduroy, I sold more per cap |
| And I riddled it with a quarter of a posillo |
| Very simple, threatening, like a lighter for a cigarette |
| Elegant, without diamond, but with a lot of shine |
| And I kill it easy |
| Partying in a car or on a bike' |
| Ah, ah, I have it in crisis |
| about to have a heart attack |
| Hand up, this is assault |
| Like I deliver Bella |
| I'm camping them out |
| Cold in la lleca, Chilindrino |
| Street is street, fine |
| harmful attitude |
| The voltage is out, the killer |
| I disappear them, nothing more than putting a comb on Aladdin |
| The one who crosses them off the list has already arrived |
| I came to fumigate to' e'ta cucaracha' |
| More than ten years of good streak |
| I am line, daddy, Voltio does not scratch |
| We have a lot of brightness, a lot of flow, a lot of combo |
| And if he calls you a clown, I'll break you |
| Don't be talking shit |
| That things are bad here |
| And none of you pull |
| They have to put up with me until the day I die |
| And more unbearable when the toothbreaker comes out |
| Cash fanatic, even if it's addictive |
| Thanks to my fans is that I'm still alive |
| Everyone knows about me, even Osama sucks me |
| He had to knock down the 'tower' to achieve my fame |
| That it hurts to see my face when I'm on TV |
| At concerts and in hotels, hanging out with women |
| Don't be out of focus |
| You better shut your mouth or I'll pass the trucka between your eyebrow and mustache |
| You saw yourself in hematoma and more than a thousand assertions |
| And Yaga & Mackie are famous because their songs sound |
| We have a lot of shine, a lot of flow, a lot of cash (I said, J) |
| And heart to let it fall |
| Don't be talking shit |
| My sister, if you don't pull |
| Don't live it up, you don't have the paper left |
| The earth is going to shake (Wuh), there is a hurricane warning |
| Don't look for yourself because I drew a scorpion on your forehead (Hey) |
| Starting membrane, spirit and all that thing |
| When the fulles are nitrous, Montana is something else |
| When I drop it you will feel the power (Wuh) |
| And if you try to joke around, we'll kill you inside the barracks |
| I turn until you stop moving completely (Prrr) |
| Campfire of the hard, yes, yes, for your skeleton |
| The event is over, we don't eat a story |
| So hold on, Guelo and the Real Pauta are back |
| With astronaut suits' and rifles in hand |
| There are many who snore and few reach out |
| Tell me, piranha, your humility no longer deceives me |
| You are a big mouth that the sixth spider |
| It doesn't surprise me to get the juice out of the cane (Tell him) |
| I make her come, like the jet of champagne |
| We have a lot of glitter, diamonds to border |
| And the power to let you fall |
| Don't keep talking shit |
| My sister, if you don't pull |
| To the one who lambs you, you are going to feel the power |
| Y'all ain't got no shine, I own the rake |
| Cacoteo of the street, street I hammer it |
| I'm sure I'll live it up if she always breaks the style (Oh) |
| You are picaderas, flintstones, pica, pica |
| They have no resistance, endure the turbulence |
| When your motor-tor explodes |
| I am the essence of reggaeton |
| You are the princesses (Oh) |
| Little girls who whimper, caper and gague |
| Cua-Cua, when I break your face with the bloke (Oh) |
| Feel the impact if you bleed when they charge you (Yeah) |
| You gabble, you're long-tongued, you blow boats |
| Don't get tired, stick figure, or we'll fuck you up (Oh) |
| Tell him Montana, that since we left we are undefeated |
| And we're leaving for the farm, the mamasita on record |
| Pa' lo' tres palo', music from other levels |
| This is high hierarchy, like Pablo on the poster |
| Hey, hey, shut up, I'm grabbing a couple of pesos' |
| And with new women every day under the cheese |
| Mere, bastard, don't ask where I sound |
| I don't suck anyone so that my voice has weight |
| What you're doing now, I already did |
| Mine was real, I did lower a ticket |
| For him to criticize me, I have too many audiences |
| I am billing without investing almost anything |
| Lots of glitter, lots of flow |
| A short one that tells me «If there is a problem, take me out and I'll go |
| That if someone has to work, I give them myself» |
| I don't talk much, whoever knows me knows who I am |
| You snore a lot (Jah) |
| But like you there are many, silly |
| Only with the look I crush you |
| stop talking so much shit |
| That we live in Puerto Rico, remember |
| We have more weight than a fat gym |
| assholes like you deaf ears |
| For big mouths like you there are four on board (Hey) |
| In a tinted car, 'Are you shitting? |
| They say you're going to do it, when are you going to do it? |
| (Go ahead) |
| What the hell are you waiting for? To be born again? |
| (Na') |
| That blah-blah-blah is out of fashion |
| Here we act, pla-pla-pla and fuck it |
| Anyone has a gun (Anyone) |
| Do you have 2 balls to use it? |
| Shoot |
| You can come with the combo you want' (Dale) |
| That I go alone, I am a man and I face |
| We have a lot of shine, a lot of flow, a lot of cash |
| And heart to let it fall |
| Don't be talking shit |
| My sister, if you don't pull |
| Don't live it up, you don't have the paper left |
| 'Okay, this is Real Pauta |
| To' the world has pulled or well |
| To' the world has pulled or bastard, 'I'm very happy (Yes, yes, yes) |
| But I don't understand, with you I have to buzz more |
| Hey, we hang out with Montana |
| So the money piles up |
| What you charge per party I spend in Corona |
| I'm still on fire, very hot in the zone |
| International, the monkeys in the Amazon listen to me, I |
| What a bastard, nothing strange |
| I billed like 800 last year |
| Without label Guantanamera |
| 2010, now I float in the Panamera |
| Hey we sure are blessed |
| We have all the brightness, monster |
| The Flow Is Back |
| Montana "The Producer" |
| Perreke, the CEO |
| DJ Wassie |
| NelFlow |
| This is the machinery in the Intro of Real Pauta |
| Working 7 days, 24 hours |
| We don't rest and the book is still full |
| Without investing much, did you hear? |
| Hey, and remember that |
| Envy is just the reflection of your admiration for the machinery |
| Guelo, we really have shine |
| check them alive |
| Miguel the Joseador |
| FlowHot |
| The Machinery Coming Soon |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Esa Boquita | 2019 |
| No Quiero Saber de Ti | 2020 |
| Baila Mami ft. Pusho, Benny Benni | 2021 |
| La Cura | 2020 |
| La Pregunta | 2012 |
| Tu Dueño ft. J Alvarez | 2017 |
| Esta Noche ft. Justin Quiles, J Alvarez | 2015 |
| Junto al Amanecer | 2011 |
| El Amante (feat. J. Alvarez) ft. J Alvarez | 2011 |
| Nos Conocimos | 2020 |
| No Sabe Mentir ft. J Alvarez | 2018 |
| De la Mia Personal | 2020 |
| Mátame | 2020 |
| El Duelo | 2019 |
| Clavada | 2020 |
| La Suite ft. Reykon, Jamby El Favo, Kevin Roldán | 2021 |
| Rico Suave | 2020 |
| Una Respuesta ft. J Alvarez | 2012 |
| Sexo, Sudor y Calor ft. Nejo, Dalmata | 2019 |
| Nos Matamos Bailando ft. J Alvarez | 2020 |