Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buscarruinas, artist - Santaflow. Album song Ave Fénix, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Magnos Enterprises
Song language: Spanish
Buscarruinas(original) |
Quisiera desgarrarte el culo sin vaselina |
Y oírte gritar de dolor, como una gorrina |
Que caiga sangre por tus piernas hasta que estés fría |
Meter en tu apestoso coño mil pollas con sida |
Quisiera verte completamente hundida |
Gastarte con un cutter y echar sal en tus heridas |
Envalarte y exhibirte, procurando que estés viva |
Te mereces eso y más, pues eres una buscarruinas |
Mira guarra, yo te pegaría sin piedad como a un tío |
Y no pararía hasta, abrirte las cejas a codazos |
Tus dientes romper a puñetazos |
Tus tímpanos quisiera estallar a patadas |
Y no parar aunque imploraras piedad, que va |
De un rodillazo volaría tu tabique |
Te odio perra, ¿como quieres que te lo explique? |
Te arrastraría por el suelo |
Hasta dejarte calva tirándote del pelo |
Te quemaría el útero con un hierro y a fuego |
Porque de tus entrañas no saldría nada bueno |
Llamarte puta, sería ofender a esas señoras |
Ellas son trabajadoras |
Tú eres mala hierba, y te crees muy fina |
Pero eres lo peor, eres una buscarruinas |
Quisiera desgarrarte el culo sin vaselina |
Y oírte gritar de dolor, como una gorrina |
Que caiga sangre por tus piernas hasta que estés fría |
Meter en tu apestoso coño mil pollas con sida |
Quisiera verte completamente hundida |
Gastarte con un cutter y echar sal en tus heridas |
Envalarte y exhibirte, procurando que estés viva |
Te mereces eso y más, pues eres una buscarruinas |
Estas in the clubs sin parar de fumar |
Por encima del hombro observando a los demás |
Una palabra una mirada sin mala intención |
Es tu oportunidad de entrar en acción |
Te enfadas porque te ha llamado guapa uno de los míos |
Intento apaciguarte no quiero líos |
No encuentro la forma de hacerte entrar en razón |
Porque, tú quieres llamar la atención |
Te pones agresiva elevás la voz |
Se va formando un corro a nuestro alrededor |
Te pido que te calmes que lo dejes por favor |
Mi amigo no a hecho nada te pide perdón |
Nos amenazas gritando sin ton ni son |
No tienes media ostia y te encaras con los dos |
Yo sé como soy las de tu clase pendón |
No es valor se que esperas a tu salvador |
Efectivamente viene un pavo a defenderte |
Tú mal metes y no dejas de crecerte |
Le das una ostia a mi compa que no aguanta más |
Te empuja y te pregunta si eres tonta |
Tu macho ibérico tiene que defender tu honor y ataca |
Es lo que buscabas ¿no? |
Seguramente tu colega es buena chaval |
Pero algo tonto por hacerte caso la verdad |
Intento separar me llevo un ostiazo |
En la mano tengo un tercio, enfurezco y ¡pam! |
botellazo |
Los seguratas me sacan sin cortesía |
Hay sangre en mi camisa y no sé si es mía |
Una vez fuera salen varios de ambos bandos |
Y los curiosos morbosos que están mirando |
No quiero esto y te juro que tengo miedo |
Pero si me acorralan, ay, si me acorralan |
Quisiera desgarrarte el culo sin vaselina |
Y oírte gritar de dolor, como una gorrina |
Que caiga sangre por tus piernas hasta que estés fría |
Meter en tu apestoso coño mil pollas con sida |
Quisiera verte completamente hundida |
Gastarte con un cutter y echar sal en tus heridas |
Envalarte y exhibirte, procurando que estés viva |
Te mereces eso y más, pues eres una buscarruinas |
Has plantado la semilla del dolor |
Y te has apartado a un lado para que otros se desangren |
Cuando desatas la violencia nunca sabes |
Si acabará en un susto o en algo más grave |
Las cosas pasan aprisa huele a desgracia |
Ya están sonando las sirenas de maderos y ambulancias |
Unos acaban con, antecedentes |
Otros con heridas para siempre |
Mi amigo está en una cama del hospital |
Su padre tras hablar con el doctor rompe a llorar |
Lo cierto es que a ti eso te da igual |
Por eso te quisiera torturar |
Y que sufrieras de verdad (Perra) |
Tal vez así comprenderías |
Solo tal vez o tal vez morirías |
En ese caso nada se perdería |
Solo libraría al mundo de una puerca buscarruinas |
Quisiera desgarrarte el culo sin vaselina |
Y oírte gritar de dolor, como una gorrina |
Que caiga sangre por tus piernas hasta que estés fría |
Meter en tu apestoso coño mil pollas con sida |
Quisiera verte completamente hundida |
Gastarte con un cutter y echar sal en tus heridas |
Envalarte y exhibirte, procurando que estés viva |
Te mereces eso y más, pues eres una buscarruinas |
(translation) |
I would like to tear your ass without Vaseline |
And hear you scream in pain, like a sow |
Let blood run down your legs until you're cold |
Put a thousand cocks with aids in your stinky pussy |
I would like to see you completely sunk |
spend you with a cutter and put salt in your wounds |
Envalarte and exhibit yourself, ensuring that you are alive |
You deserve that and more, because you are a ruinseeker |
Look slut, I would hit you mercilessly like a guy |
And I wouldn't stop until I elbow your eyebrows open |
Your teeth smash |
Your eardrums would like to burst with kicks |
And not stop even if you begged for mercy, no matter what |
With a knee blow your septum would fly |
I hate you bitch, how do you want me to explain it to you? |
She would drag you across the floor |
Until leaving you bald pulling your hair |
I would burn your uterus with an iron and fire |
Because nothing good would come out of your insides |
Calling you a whore would be offending those ladies |
They are workers |
You are a weed, and you think you are very fine |
But you're the worst, you're a ruinseeker |
I would like to tear your ass without Vaseline |
And hear you scream in pain, like a sow |
Let blood run down your legs until you're cold |
Put a thousand cocks with aids in your stinky pussy |
I would like to see you completely sunk |
spend you with a cutter and put salt in your wounds |
Envalarte and exhibit yourself, ensuring that you are alive |
You deserve that and more, because you are a ruinseeker |
You're in the clubs without stopping smoking |
Over the shoulder watching the others |
A word a look without bad intention |
It's your chance to get in on the action |
You get angry because she has called you pretty one of mine |
I try to appease you I don't want trouble |
I can't find a way to make you see reason |
Because, you want to attract attention |
You get aggressive you raise your voice |
A circle is forming around us |
I ask you to calm down, please leave it |
My friend has not done anything, he apologizes |
You threaten us screaming without rhyme or reason |
You don't have half a host and you face both |
I know how I am those of your class banner |
It's not courage I know you're waiting for your savior |
In fact, a turkey is coming to defend you |
You mess up badly and you don't stop growing |
You give a wafer to my friend who can't take it anymore |
She pushes you and asks if you're dumb |
Your Iberian male has to defend your honor and attack |
It is what you were looking for, right? |
Surely your colleague is a good guy |
But something silly for paying attention to the truth |
I try to separate, I get an ostiazo |
I have a third in my hand, I get angry and pam! |
big bottle |
The security guards take me out without courtesy |
There's blood on my shirt and I don't know if it's mine |
Once outside, several from both sides come out |
And the morbid curious who are watching |
I don't want this and I swear I'm scared |
But if they corner me, oh, if they corner me |
I would like to tear your ass without Vaseline |
And hear you scream in pain, like a sow |
Let blood run down your legs until you're cold |
Put a thousand cocks with aids in your stinky pussy |
I would like to see you completely sunk |
spend you with a cutter and put salt in your wounds |
Envalarte and exhibit yourself, ensuring that you are alive |
You deserve that and more, because you are a ruinseeker |
You have planted the seed of pain |
And you've stepped aside for others to bleed |
When you unleash violence you never know |
If it will end in a scare or in something more serious |
things happen quickly smells of misfortune |
The sirens of logs and ambulances are already sounding |
Some end with, background |
Others with wounds forever |
My friend is in a hospital bed |
His father breaks into tears after talking to the doctor |
The truth is that it doesn't matter to you |
That's why I would like to torture you |
And that you really suffer (Bitch) |
Maybe then you would understand |
Just maybe or maybe you would die |
In that case nothing would be lost |
I would only rid the world of a ruinseeker sow |
I would like to tear your ass without Vaseline |
And hear you scream in pain, like a sow |
Let blood run down your legs until you're cold |
Put a thousand cocks with aids in your stinky pussy |
I would like to see you completely sunk |
spend you with a cutter and put salt in your wounds |
Envalarte and exhibit yourself, ensuring that you are alive |
You deserve that and more, because you are a ruinseeker |