Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Uno Dos Uno , by - QuilateRelease date: 19.04.2018
Song language: Spanish
Uno Dos Uno(original) |
| Uno dos, uno, uno dos, uno |
| Engancho el miguiri-mic en el momento oportuno |
| Uno dos, u-u-uno dos tres |
| Yes! |
| We bless the mic, no stress |
| Lord, hey don’t, diguiri-don't stop |
| Booyaka now, everybody gonna rock |
| Now look inna the party |
| Pa, pa, bombo clap, tírate al suelo |
| Freestyle, la soltamo' al vuelo |
| Feeling guay cuando el humo es caramelo |
| Arriba en |
| Préndelo, dámelo, dámelo sincero |
| Ras, aquí no un rastrero |
| No quiero verte asomando el plumero, man |
| Tú tuviste que caer primero |
| Frío como enero when I enter the cypher |
| Now what I mean |
| Ojos de acero, corta el vuelo como Excaliburg |
| Único-co MC capaz de hacer ragga así |
| Top ten in the street, no hagas caso a magazines |
| Fuck fools, sleeping without industry |
| Boom biddy bye, never bye mi soul |
| Rich they die but never reach their goals |
| gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free |
| Smoke one two three |
| Gonna get free, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna get free |
| Bla bla to my back pero luego nada delante de mí |
| Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na |
| Oldies valen pa’na (Eh you) |
| Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na |
| Follow me, family, hermanos y hermanas ¡Pra! |
| Uno dos, uno dos, uno |
| Little Pepe y Quilate llaman y raudo acudo |
| Uno dos, uno dos tres |
| Oh, yes, voy más lía'o que el guión de Falcon Crest |
| Uno dos, uno dos, uno |
| Trinco los micrófonos aun siendo un viejuno |
| Uno dos, uno dos tres |
| Oh, yes, siempre lo hago clean y lo hago fresh |
| Soy el veteran, si puedo doy la mano |
| Y no es que busque luchar con nadie |
| Deseo entera paz, ni cuarto ni mitad |
| Lo pongo guapo, voy al trapo sin que falle |
| Me pongo mi calzón, después mi pantalón |
| Y no me importa si cantar no es rentable |
| Te doy la pura acción, descarga vibración |
| Se minucioso y cuida’o con los detalles, oh yeah |
| Cuando lo valgo, pocos quedan que no bailan |
| Algunos me llaman Mister |
| No sé nada de tus mitos, es posible que se caigan |
| Cuando se acaba el acto, yo soy un humano más |
| Para los blancos o los negros o los grises o el de azul |
| Cualquier raza, credo, les deseo que vivan a full |
| El L es cool, sin por ello dejar de ser humilde |
| Sé de dónde vengo, sé para dónde hay que ir, ah |
| No me hace falta la farla, no me hace falta el speed, no |
| No me hace falta la ganjah, no me hace falta la weed, no |
| No me hacen falta los falsos, no me hace falta la envidia |
| Lo que esto necesita es menos teatro, parodia |
| No me valgo del odio para poder crecer, no |
| Eso más bien te va a hacer empequeñecer |
| El L calla, atina pilas, siempre apila rimas finas |
| Le proponen gran proyecto y pone lo mejor en él, yes |
| (translation) |
| One two one one two one |
| I hook the miguiri-mic at the right moment |
| One two, u-u-one two three |
| And it is! |
| We bless the mic, no stress |
| Lord, hey don't, diguiri-don't stop |
| Booyaka now, everybody gonna rock |
| Now look in the party |
| Pa, pa, hype clap, drop to the ground |
| Freestyle, let's let it fly |
| Feeling cool when the smoke is caramel |
| up in |
| Turn it on, give it to me, give it to me sincere |
| Ras, not a creep here |
| I don't want to see you sticking out the duster, man |
| you had to fall first |
| Cold as January when I enter the cypher |
| Now what I mean |
| Eyes of steel, cut the flight like Excaliburg |
| Only-co MC able to do ragga like this |
| Top ten in the street, don't listen to magazines |
| Fuck fools, sleeping without industry |
| Boom biddy bye, never bye my soul |
| Rich they die but never reach their goals |
| gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free |
| smoke one two three |
| Gonna get free, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna get free |
| Blah blah to my back but then nothing in front of me |
| Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na |
| Oldies are worth pa'na (Eh you) |
| Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na |
| Follow me, family, brothers and sisters Pra! |
| One two, one two, one |
| Little Pepe and Quilate call and I quickly come |
| One two, one two three |
| Oh yes, I'm messier than the Falcon Crest script |
| One two, one two, one |
| I snap the microphones even being an old man |
| One two, one two three |
| Oh yes, I always make it clean and I make it fresh |
| I am the veteran, if I can I shake hands |
| And it is not that I seek to fight with anyone |
| I wish complete peace, neither a quarter nor a half |
| I make it handsome, I go to the rag without fail |
| I put on my shorts, then my pants |
| And I don't care if singing isn't profitable |
| I give you the pure action, download vibration |
| Be meticulous and take care of the details, oh yeah |
| When I'm worth it, few remain who don't dance |
| Some call me Mister |
| I don't know about your myths, they might fall |
| When the act is over, I am one more human |
| For the whites or the blacks or the grays or the one in blue |
| Whatever race, creed, I wish you to live to the fullest |
| The L is cool, without ceasing to be humble |
| I know where I come from, I know where to go, ah |
| I don't need the farla, I don't need the speed, no |
| I don't need the ganjah, I don't need the weed, no |
| I don't need the fake ones, I don't need the envy |
| What this needs is less drama, parody |
| I don't use hate to grow, no |
| That will rather make you dwarf |
| The L is silent, hits batteries, always stacks fine rhymes |
| They propose a great project and he puts his best into it, yes |