Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yo Sé Que Molesta, artist - Pusho.
Date of issue: 11.12.2014
Song language: Spanish
Yo Sé Que Molesta(original) |
Yo se que molesta |
Se que a muchos les duele |
Que entre ellos camine |
Yo por encima les vuele |
Me tocan a puerta, diciendo que tengo la boca suelta |
Y que estoy más alto que llevo y que delta |
A 30 mil pies de altura, caballo si sale y no te aseguras |
Puede ser que te quedes sin herraduras, en medio d el cabalga |
Me dice que va a matarme y no me mata |
Usted es un muerto y es un mito que los muertos jalan patas |
Dicen Pusho estas pegado por casualidad |
Mamenme el bicho, esto no a todo el mundo se le da |
Es mejor que te rindas o me meto a tu vecindad |
Y si ven a Don Ramón saquen la Doña Florinda |
Y directo para el cajón o si no llamo al callejón |
Y no hay reversa, después que salga el gallo del rejón |
Dangers en tu juego no te desenfoques |
Que a lo pichers como tu, les llego a hon con un toque |
Viste Daddy no te menti, esta gente esta todos en ti |
Ahora mata el chamaquito de los Twenty |
Yo se que molesta |
Se que a muchos les duele |
Que entre ellos camine |
Yo por encima les vuele |
Yo se que molesta |
Que la calle me quiere |
Porque salí del barrio |
Y el que me toque se muere |
Las nenas locas con mi piel |
Sáquenme los trenes de la riel |
Yo salí antier y ya estamos brillando a lo Cartier |
Voy cazando vampiros, con la for siro |
Para congelarte como Subzero, fatal |
Viste pri, te quedaste ne los tiempos de las sprit |
Estamos la stree, quitándote lo dulces tree con tree |
Yo no entiendo por que abogan, si los mato con mi eslogan |
Están más viejos que el hijo de Logan |
De hierro es mi pulso, ya corten el discurso |
Ustedes no pegan ni aunque Obama les de un impulso |
Ya yo se que van hacer, llamarme para resolver |
Si los tengo cagados y se acabo el papel |
Fiscal busca la friza |
Que hay unos durmiendo y no sienten la brisa |
Después hoy va hacer famoso, por las fotos en las camisas |
Vístanse de Robo Cop, que carga un calvo y una Glock |
Soy el único novato con la bola en el shot clot |
Yo se que molesta |
Se que a muchos les duele |
Que entre ellos camine |
Yo por encima les vuele |
Yo se que molesta |
Que la calle me quiere |
Porque salí del barrio |
Y el que me toque se muere |
(translation) |
I know it bothers |
I know that it hurts many |
That among them walk |
I flew over them |
They knock on my door, saying that my mouth is loose |
And that I am higher than I carry and that delta |
At 30 thousand feet, horse if it comes out and you don't make sure |
You might run out of horseshoes, in the middle of the ride |
He tells me that he is going to kill me and he doesn't kill me |
You are dead and it is a myth that the dead pull legs |
They say Pusho you're stuck by chance |
Fuck me the bug, not everyone is given this |
You better give up or I'm in your neighborhood |
And if you see Don Ramón, take out Doña Florinda |
And straight to the drawer or if I don't call the alley |
And there is no going back, after the rooster comes out of the rejón |
Dangers in your game do not blur you |
That pitchers like you, I get to hon with a touch |
You saw Daddy I didn't lie to you, these people are all into you |
Now kill the kid from the Twenty |
I know it bothers |
I know that it hurts many |
That among them walk |
I flew over them |
I know it bothers |
that the street loves me |
Because I left the neighborhood |
And whoever touches me dies |
The crazy girls with my skin |
Get the trains off the rails |
I left the day before yesterday and we are already shining like Cartier |
I'm hunting vampires, with the for siro |
To freeze you like Subzero, fatal |
You saw pri, you stayed in the times of the sprit |
We are the street, taking away the sweets tree with tree |
I do not understand why they advocate, if I kill them with my slogan |
They are older than Logan's son |
Iron is my pulse, already cut the speech |
You don't hit even if Obama gives you a boost |
I already know what they are going to do, call me to solve |
If I have them screwed up and the paper is over |
Prosecutor looks for the friza |
That there are some sleeping and they don't feel the breeze |
Later today he will become famous, for the photos on the shirts |
Dress up as Robo Cop, carrying a bald man and a Glock |
I'm the only rookie with the ball in the shot clot |
I know it bothers |
I know that it hurts many |
That among them walk |
I flew over them |
I know it bothers |
that the street loves me |
Because I left the neighborhood |
And whoever touches me dies |