
Date of issue: 31.10.2018
Song language: Spanish
Muerte(original) |
Muerte eso lo que te mereces |
No te metas conmigo te lo dije 2, 3 veces |
Escogiste tu destino acabaste tu camino |
El contrato con la muerte has firmado por cretino |
De las calles no te salva los soldados siempre al alba |
Todos listos esperando de día noche madrugada |
Cazadores de las calles y nos debes tú no sales |
Ya lo sabes en la mira tú te encuentras por cobarde |
Sangre vas a derramar simplemente por chavala |
Al panteón te vas a ir cuando te traiguen mis balas |
Esto le pasa a los levas que miran y no se callan |
Arguen de los habladores que los huevos no se amarran |
Puteamos a terminado el cuete está detonando |
Ya viste sin amenazas tu vidas ha terminado |
Balas cuetes y metrallas y te el tirando te salvas |
Te cargadas a tu vida por pasante de la raya |
Enemigos y chismosos todos se van ir al coso |
Te manchaste tú sufriste y ahora veme como bozo |
Se escuchan balazos metrallas |
A deri sangre corriendo por el vecindario |
Defiende su raza defiende su barrio |
Puro malandrín puro mercenario |
Locos delincuentes cabrones dementes |
Te cabrán chavala traviesa tu frente tu frente |
El piel a caga la limpia es un dicho de la clika |
Muchos perros de la verga y de mieda hasta seica |
La muerte trae un querido y vaída visitarte |
No importa que tu te escondas porque ella va a encontrarte |
Las horas están contadas el tiempo se te hace chico |
Yo se que vas a morir que no callate el hocico |
Esta no es una amenaza ni tampoco unas falsas |
Controlamos Santa Chila cuentele cuadra por cuadra |
Puro loco gatillero con pistolas y fileros |
Que le topan porque sea y anado le tememos |
No te metas con nosotros F 13 pandilleros |
Te mete está relajada por la verde marijuana |
Vivimos como en un sueño te cargo pues la chingada |
No crean que son mentiras y alucines de mi mente |
Puro loco de Guanatos puro loco delincuente |
Tan traviesan con el fierro te disparan con el cuete |
Soldados que nunca fallan te tocó lo siento ojete |
Ojete |
El Yosie Locote |
Se escuchan balazos metrallas |
A deri sangre corriendo por el vecindario |
Defiende su raza defiende su barrio |
Puro malandrín puro mercenario |
Locos delincuentes cabrones dementes |
Te cabrán chavala traviesa tu frente tu frente |
Nos vemos no me despido hay les dejo estas letras |
Que lo digo otra vez con nosotros no te metas |
Que te llegan y no visas siempre llegan de sorpresa |
Y siempre no las acamos y cazamos nuestra presa |
Te tumbamos te pegamos repisamos la cabeza |
Esto le puede pasar si tú andas de al vendero |
Te callamos para siempre te vas para la bujero |
Pa las metras y pistolas siempre puestos pa accionar |
El puño de criminales con la mision de matar |
Eso le pasa a chavalas madrinas y maricones |
Que los huevos no se amarran que no tienen pantalones |
Ya sabes pues que la muerte te llega y no te avisa |
Escuchaste pues cabrón te mueres de una putiza |
Hierba verde marijuana alucines mucha risa |
Lo que miren no lo hables hacien dura mas tu vida |
Te lo digo te lo canto de la mera Santa Chila |
Se escuchan balazos metrallas |
A deri sangre corriendo por el vecindario |
Defiende su raza defiende su barrio |
Puro malandrín puro mercenario |
Locos delincuentes cabrones dementes |
(translation) |
Death that what you deserve |
Don't mess with me I told you 2, 3 times |
You chose your destiny you finished your way |
The contract with death you have signed by cretin |
Soldiers do not save you from the streets always at dawn |
All ready waiting day night early morning |
Hunters of the streets and you owe us you don't go out |
You already know that in the sight you find yourself a coward |
You're going to shed blood just for the girl |
You are going to go to the pantheon when they bring you my bullets |
This happens to the cams that watch and do not shut up |
Argue of the talkers that the eggs are not tied |
Puteamos finished the fire is detonating |
You already saw without threats your life has ended |
Rocket bullets and shrapnel and you are saved by shooting |
You charged to your life by pasante de la raya |
Enemies and gossipers are all going to go to the arena |
You stained, you suffered and now see me as a bozo |
Shrapnel shots are heard |
A deri blood running through the neighborhood |
Defend your race defend your neighborhood |
Pure scoundrel, pure mercenary |
Crazy criminals insane bastards |
You will fit naughty girl your front your front |
The skin to shit the clean is a saying of the clika |
Many dogs of the verga and of fear until dry |
Death brings a dear and empty visit you |
It does not matter that you hide because she is going to find you |
The hours are numbered, time seems small |
I know you're going to die so don't shut up |
This is not a threat nor is it false |
We control Santa Chila tell him block by block |
Pure crazy gunman with guns and files |
That they run into him because he is and we fear him |
Don't mess with us F 13 gang members |
Gets you is relaxed by the green marijuana |
We live like in a dream I'll charge you well, fuck it |
Do not think that they are lies and hallucinations of my mind |
Pure crazy from Guanatos pure crazy delinquent |
So naughty with the iron they shoot you with the cuete |
Soldiers that never fail you touched sorry asshole |
Eyelet |
Yosie Locote |
Shrapnel shots are heard |
A deri blood running through the neighborhood |
Defend your race defend your neighborhood |
Pure scoundrel, pure mercenary |
Crazy criminals insane bastards |
You will fit naughty girl your front your front |
See you, I'm not saying goodbye, I'll leave you these letters |
I say it again with us do not mess |
That they come to you and not visas always come as a surprise |
And we always don't land them and hunt our prey |
We knock you down we hit you we put your head on |
This can happen if you go to the seller |
We shut you up forever you go to the bujero |
For the guns and guns always put to activate |
The fist of criminals with the mission to kill |
That happens to girls godmothers and fagots |
That the eggs are not tied that they do not have pants |
You already know that death comes to you and does not warn you |
Did you listen, you bastard you're dying of a whore |
Green weed marijuana hallucinates lots of laughter |
What they see, do not speak, they make your life last longer |
I'm telling you I'm singing it to you from the mere Santa Chila |
Shrapnel shots are heard |
A deri blood running through the neighborhood |
Defend your race defend your neighborhood |
Pure scoundrel, pure mercenary |
Crazy criminals insane bastards |