Lyrics of Torturaou Y To Jodio - Nengo Flow

Torturaou Y To Jodio (original)

Mera Yampi
Vamos a demostrales quienes son
Los fuckin' Real-G for life
Full Records en la casa ¿me entiendes?
W, jajaja Uh!
Que se alivien en la orilla
Uno dos tres, uno dos, uno dos mothefucka'
One two, one two, one two
Here we go jaja Dice asi, Oye!
Despierta el oido, te va a violar el sonido
Rugen como leones y su culo se va partido
Eh Yo!
Producto del rap y de la raza black
De los que montan lio por las esquinas y distribuyen crack
Mi territorio no pises, inundado de _______
Ten cuidado con lo que dices o te la pongo en las narices
Quieres frontearme pero te falta novato
Si cagas fuera del plato yo mismo voy y te mato
Yo!
Sientan el maltrato con plomo que lo esbarato
Y te huesamos la salud pa' que no existan los retratos
Aguanta la boqueta cabron y dale con calma
Si te damos por los cocos se te va a caer la palma
Esta sonando la alarma, cantante fantasma
Tus balas te salvan, si si si esa es tu alma
Transportalo por el portal, aqui nadie es inmortal
Una carretilla, una bala, un saco de cal
Y te enterramos, Uh!
desaparecio'
Que clase de bochinche loco que clase de lio
Dos semanas lleva perdio', torturao' y to' jodio'
Ahora esta arrepentio', te pregunto ¿Tienes frio?
Y te enterramos Uh!
terramos Uh!
Torturao' y to' jodio', torturao' y to' jodio'
Torturao' y torturao' y torturao' y torturao'
Y Torturao' y to' jodio' Tra tra tra Te arropan las llamas, se te achicharra la
piel
El potencial de mi deliver cuesta cien burros de miel
Es que mi flow te mata, estas corto de plata
Tengo arboles de dinero y fue sembrando la tecata
Aqui esta el fruto, dale ponte bruto
Una corta full y a corta distancia lo ejecuto
Son cinco cargadores con balas con cojones
Pura rebeldia, los instintos son matadores
No han visto color corriente, candela viva
En definitiva el escenario siempre vibra
Llamate a Chinito y dile que mande dos libras
De la mas cabrona, vete y buscala alla arriba
Tengan cuidao' con los monos que andan sueltos en la avenida
Ocho años de fracasos por la calle es adictiva
Un maquinon cabron, un fire light parece la cherry del blunt
Maryjuana y ron, maquinando por el blunt
La hierba es exotic, el flow es de Gotti
La corta es para matarte y la correa en su aroqui
Se te acabo el chance, jodedor con clase
Mi trabajo esta cabron, te garantizo el primer base
Buscate la luca, llevatela vez que quieras
La quieres pa' cocinar, si es pa' hueler cojelo en piedra
La hierba es exotic, el flow es de Gotti
La corta es para matarte y la correa en su aroqui
Cash cash cash jajaja
Blin blin, blin blin, blin blin
Y te enterramos Uh!
terramos Uh!
Torturao' y to' jodio', torturao' y to' jodio'
Torturao' y torturao' y torturao' y torturao'
Y Torturao' y to' jodio' Tra tra tra Oye mera Yampi, Full records en la cas
¿Me entiendes?
Doble W, jajaja
Uuuuuh!
uno dos tres, uno dos, uno dos
One two!, one two!
Mera Yampi jajajaja

(translation)

Mera Yampi
Let's show them who they are
The fuckin' Real-G for life
Full Records in the house, do you understand me?
W-hahaha Uh!
Let them ease on the shore
One two three, one two, one two mothefucka'
One two, one two, one two
Here we go haha ​​It says so, Hey!
Wake up your ear, the sound will rape you
They roar like lions and his ass is split
Hey me!
Product of rap and the black race
Of those who make trouble on the corners and distribute crack
Don't tread on my territory, flooded with _______
Be careful what you say or I'll put it right in your face
You want to front me but you lack a rookie
If you shit off the plate I'll come and kill you myself
I!
Feel the abuse with lead that cheapened it
And we bone your health so that the portraits don't exist
Hold the mouth, you bastard, and take it easy
If we give you coconuts, your palm will fall
The alarm is sounding, ghost singer
Your bullets save you, yes yes yes that's your soul
Transport it through the portal, here nobody is immortal
A wheelbarrow, a bale, a sack of lime
And we buried you, uh!
He disappeared'
What kind of crazy brawl what kind of mess
Two weeks he has been lost, tortured and all screwed up
Now he's sorry', I ask you, are you cold?
And we buried you Uh!
we land Uh!
Torturao' and to' jodio', tortureo' and to' jodio'
Torturao' and tortureo' and tortureo' and tortureo'
And Torturao' and to' jodio' Tra tra tra The flames surround you, your
fur
The potential of my deliver costs a hundred donkeys of honey
It is that my flow kills you, you are short of money
I have money trees and the tecata was planted
Here is the fruit, go ahead and get rough
A short full and at short distance I execute it
There are five chargers with balls with balls
Pure rebellion, instincts are killers
They have not seen ordinary color, living candle
In short, the stage always vibrates
Call Chinito and tell him to send two pounds
Of the most bastard, go and look for her up there
Be careful with the monkeys that are loose on the avenue
Eight years of failures on the street is addictive
A maquinon bastard, a fire light looks like the cherry of the blunt
Maryjuana and rum, scheming for the blunt
The grass is exotic, the flow is from Gotti
The short one is to kill you and the strap on your arch
You're out of chance, classy fucker
My job is bastard, I guarantee you the first baseman
Look for the luca, take it whenever you want
You want it to cook, if it's to smell, take it to stone
The grass is exotic, the flow is from Gotti
The short one is to kill you and the strap on your arch
Cash cash cash lol
Blin blin, blin blin, blin blin
And we buried you Uh!
we land Uh!
Torturao' and to' jodio', tortureo' and to' jodio'
Torturao' and tortureo' and tortureo' and tortureo'
Y Torturao' y to' jodio' Tra tra tra Oye mere Yampi, Full records in the house
You understand me?
Double W lol
Uuuuuh!
one two three, one two, one two
One two!, one two!
Mera Yampi hahahaha