Lyrics of Ponte Bruto - Mexicano 777

Ponte Bruto (original)

«Ay, bendito, quien carajo es?»
(Brring!)(Brring!)
«Hello?
Mira!
DJ Frank!
Que es lo que hay, papito?
Ven aca, quienes son los que estan beep contigo, papi?
Estan diciendo por ahi que hay muchos hablando mucha mierda
Queriendo inventar…
Pai!
Vamos a declararsela!
Con el que sea!
Donde sea!
A la hora que sea!
'toy loco por endemoniarme!
La gente pensaron que yo me iba a quedar preso, papi…
Eso no es asi…
'toy aqui pa' lo que sea, papito…
A que hora nos vamos a encontrar?»
Yo no me guillo, y tampoco me maquillo
Lo mio al casquillo, nos vamos a cuchillo
Mi pana, lo mio es el drama
Matarte a apuñaladas o picarte en una cama
carajo, alguien me quiere hacer un trabajo
Asegure su saldero, que en el mio no hay relajo
En el infierno muchos se queman y estan ardiendo
Por estar hablando, muchos ahora se estan arrepentiendo
Negrito, se acabo el relajito
Este demonio no esta facil
Lo que viene no es bonito
Y ahora que no 'toy preso en esta hora hora
Siente el contenido de la letra abusadora
Ponte bruto
Pa' yo bregar con el asunto
No es tiempo de arreglar
Sino para yo ver difuntos
No la haces, y tu clan no tiene clase
Lo mio es verdadero, es que lo mio tiene base
Ponte bruto
Pa' yo bregar con el asunto
No es tiempo de arreglar
Sino para yo ver difuntos
No la haces, y tu clan no tiene clase
Lo mio es verdadero, es que lo mio tiene base
Yo no nebuleo
Le meto al lindo o al mas feo
Estoy aborrecio, por lo menos eso creo
Papi, te parto el ojo con un lapiz
Demandame si quieres, choteame si es facil
pendejo, tirate que esta llanito ahora
Lo mio es picarte, pero con mi liquiadora
No escatimo, al bam bam vino vino
No jodas conmigo, yo me vuelvo un asesino
Endemoniado, le meto duro y bien bellaco
Yo si que voy a todas, llevo años demostrando
Mi cria, preguntenle a la policia
Siete años fugitivo, y yo si que hice de las mias
Ponte bruto
Pa' yo bregar con el asunto
No es tiempo de arreglar
Sino para yo ver difuntos
No la haces, y tu clan no tiene clase
Lo mio es verdadero, es que lo mio tiene base
Ponte bruto
Pa' yo bregar con el asunto
No es tiempo de arreglar
Sino para yo ver difuntos
No la haces, y tu clan no tiene clase
Lo mio es verdadero, es que lo mio tiene base
Si vamos a ver
No tengo nada que perder
La muerte te persigue, y la sangre va a correr
Soplapote, aqui llego el cocorote
Querido de los Ñetas, para que no te equivoques
Algarete, con muchos socios, vente y siente
Asi que piensalo dos veces antes de tu aqui meterte
Callejero, un hijueputa bandolero
Tu no me impresionas con tu estilo falfullero
(Brring!)(Brring!)
(Brring!)(Brring!)
«Hello?
Hey, mamita, que pasho?
Que?
Que cuando le voy a cantar a las mujeres?
Jejeje… ahh, le voy a cantar ahora, bebe…
Cogelo con calma…
Chekeate esto, bebe!»
Es que tu me los quitas bien quitados mami
Es que yo se que siempre yo sere pa' ti
Es que si tu me amas yo te amo a ti
Es que nunca habra en el mundo un amor asi
Es que tu me los quitas bien quitados mami
Es que yo se que siempre yo sere pa' ti
Es que si tu me amas yo te amo a ti
Es que nunca habra en el mundo un amor asi
Yo soy de la calle, no lo niego
Pero yo quiero enamorarme algun dia
De un amor que es verdadero
Es que tengo dinero, tengo fama y lo que quiero
Pero no te tengo a ti, es lo que ahora yo anhelo
Yo fui delincuente, fugitivo, estuve preso
Pero quiero demostrarte que he cambiado todo eso
Yo he madurado, he crecido y demostrado que
Todos mis errores en la vida he aceptado
Es que tu me los quitas bien quitados mami
Es que yo se que siempre yo sere pa' ti
Es que si tu me amas yo te amo a ti
Es que nunca habra en el mundo un amor asi
Es que tu me los quitas bien quitados mami
Es que yo se que siempre yo sere pa' ti
Es que si tu me amas yo te amo a ti
Es que nunca habra en el mundo un amor asi
«You know, no es lo mismo decir…
I’m gonna kill you…
Que decir…
Time to kill…
You know?
Una vez mas!
DJ Frank!
Y el Mexicano!
Ya tu sabes!
Demostrando que hay cria y sabiduria!
Pa' todo aquel que queria!
Ah, no se olviden… vamo'a todas!»
Quien es que la monta, Boster!
Bum-bum-Che-kum!
Quien es que la monta, Boster!
Bum-bum-Che-kum!
Quien es que la monta, Boster!
Bum-bum-Che-kum!
DJ Frank on the mix!
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(translation)

"Oh, blessed, who the hell is it?"
(bringing!)(bringing!)
"Hello?
Look!
DJ Frank!
What is it, daddy?
Come here, who are the ones beep with you, daddy?
They are saying out there that there are many talking a lot of shit
Wanting to invent...
Pai!
Let's declare it!
With whoever!
Anywhere!
Anytime!
'I'm crazy for being demonized!
People thought that I was going to be imprisoned, daddy...
That is not like that…
'I'm here for whatever, daddy...
What time are we going to meet?»
I don't guillo myself, and I don't wear makeup either
Mine to the cap, we're going to knife
My corduroy, mine is the drama
Stabbed to death or stung in a bed
damn, someone wants to do a job for me
Ensure your balance, that in mine there is no relaxation
In hell many burn and are burning
For talking, many are now repenting
Negrito, the relaxation is over
This demon is not easy
What is coming is not pretty
And now that I'm not a prisoner at this time
Feel the content of the abusive letter
get rough
For me to deal with the matter
It's not time to fix
But for me to see deceased
You don't, and your clan has no class
What is mine is true, it is that what is mine has a basis
get rough
For me to deal with the matter
It's not time to fix
But for me to see deceased
You don't, and your clan has no class
What is mine is true, it is that what is mine has a basis
I do not fog
I put the most beautiful or the ugliest
I'm loathed, at least I think so
Daddy, I'll break your eye with a pencil
Sue me if you want, talk to me if it's easy
asshole, lie down that is flat now
Mine is to bite you, but with my blender
I do not spare, when bam bam wine came
Don't fuck with me, I become a killer
Possessed, I put him hard and very wicked
I do go to all of them, I have been demonstrating for years
My child, ask the police
Seven years on the run, and I did do mine
get rough
For me to deal with the matter
It's not time to fix
But for me to see deceased
You don't, and your clan has no class
What is mine is true, it is that what is mine has a basis
get rough
For me to deal with the matter
It's not time to fix
But for me to see deceased
You don't, and your clan has no class
What is mine is true, it is that what is mine has a basis
Yes we will see
I have nothing to lose
Death follows you, and blood will flow
Soplapote, here came the cocorote
Dear of the Ñetas, so you don't make a mistake
Algarete, with many partners, come and feel
So think twice before you get here
Callejero, a son of a bitch bandit
You do not impress me with your falfullero style
(bringing!)(bringing!)
(bringing!)(bringing!)
"Hello?
Hey, mommy, what happened?
What?
When am I going to sing to women?
Hehehe… ahh, I'm going to sing to you now, baby…
Take it easy…
Check this out, baby!”
It's that you take them away from me well, mommy
Is that I know that I will always be for you
It is that if you love me I love you
It is that there will never be a love like this in the world
It's that you take them away from me well, mommy
Is that I know that I will always be for you
It is that if you love me I love you
It is that there will never be a love like this in the world
I am from the street, I do not deny it
But I want to fall in love one day
Of a love that is true
Is that I have money, I have fame and what I want
But I don't have you, it's what I want now
I was a criminal, a fugitive, I was imprisoned
But I want to show you that I've changed all that
I have matured, I have grown and shown that
All my mistakes in life I have accepted
It's that you take them away from me well, mommy
Is that I know that I will always be for you
It is that if you love me I love you
It is that there will never be a love like this in the world
It's that you take them away from me well, mommy
Is that I know that I will always be for you
It is that if you love me I love you
It is that there will never be a love like this in the world
«You know, it is not the same to say…
I'm gonna kill you...
What to say…
Time to kill…
you know?
One more time!
DJ Frank!
And the Mexican!
You know!
Demonstrating that there is breeding and wisdom!
For everyone who wanted!
Ah, don't forget… let's go all of them!”
Who's riding her, Boster!
Boom-bum-Che-kum!
Who's riding her, Boster!
Boom-bum-Che-kum!
Who's riding her, Boster!
Boom-bum-Che-kum!
DJ Frank on the mix!
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