Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Kilo, artist - Orishas.
Date of issue: 29.03.2007
Song language: Spanish
El Kilo(original) |
A mi estilo te canto mi negro |
A mi estilo voy |
Mentira no, tíralo, pásalo písalo, asereo |
Se te olvido, que el kilo no tiene |
Vuelto no, asereo |
Entro mi flow, entro mi clan |
Mi voz como Jackie Chan |
Que es lo que dan, mil cuentos mil |
Promesas que enganchan |
Yo sí, yo fui lo que te digo pipo |
El dinerito es el gobierno |
Quien lo raba chico |
Habla tu habla como si yo te fuera ajeno |
Habla tu, habla política cochina vemos |
Pero porque tu esperas |
Si el que espera, desesperas veras |
Así que juega por la acera verdadera |
Es invento es la bala trazante |
Que utilizan todos los cuenteros |
Los que dicen verdad no son tantos |
Dime cuantos y donde los veo |
Dime cuanto les costo llegar |
Y si son buenos |
No es por nada pero no dan ya nervios ni miedo |
La mentira puede correr años tiene |
Genios eso no lo niego |
Recordando los tiempos de ataño |
Solo puedo quitarme el sombrero |
Lo que tengo es musicalidad viene de lejos |
No es robado, ni copiado es más |
Es heredado, es otra edad |
Te lo advertí más de una vez |
Que yo no entro en el juego |
De pendencieros mentirosos |
Y embusteros viejos |
Para el que se atreve |
Esta poniendo en juego su pellejo |
Tremendo bla, bla, bla, tremendo guaguanco |
Rumberito recoge al Viejo que su tiempo |
Ya ha pasado |
Y ahora camina de lado embustero |
A mi estilo te canto mi negro |
La mentira no pasa, si no esperas |
Desesperas y que |
Ya te paso una vez, son dos |
Si no lo ves |
(translation) |
In my style I sing to you my black |
I go in my style |
Lie no, throw it, pass it, step on it, clean it up |
You forgot, that the kilo does not have |
Not back, clean |
I enter my flow, I enter my clan |
My voice as Jackie Chan |
What do they give, a thousand tales, a thousand |
Promises that hook |
Yes, I was what I told you pipo |
The little money is the government |
who was it boy |
Speak your speech as if I were foreign to you |
You speak, you speak dirty politics, we see |
But why do you wait |
If the one who waits, you really despair |
So he plays down the true sidewalk |
It's invention is the tracer bullet |
That all storytellers use |
Those who tell the truth are not so many |
Tell me how many and where do I see them |
Tell me how much it cost to get there |
and if they are good |
It is not for nothing but they no longer give nerves or fear |
The lie can run for years |
Geniuses I do not deny that |
Remembering the days of yore |
I can only take my hat off |
What I have is musicality comes from far away |
It is not stolen, nor copied is more |
It is inherited, it is another age |
I warned you more than once |
That I do not enter the game |
Of lying brawlers |
And old liars |
for the one who dares |
He is putting his skin on the line |
Tremendous blah, blah, blah, tremendous guaguanco |
Rumberito picks up the old man that his time |
has already passed |
And now he walks sideways liar |
In my style I sing to you my black |
The lie does not happen, if you do not wait |
You despair and what |
It already happened to you once, that's two |
if you don't see it |