Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conspira, artist - Tempo.
Date of issue: 18.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Conspira(original) |
La ambición te va a llevar a la ruina, Pina conspira |
Si conspiras vas a sentir el peso de mi ira |
Con corillos tira' y tú manda' a que le tiren al Buddha |
Vas a terminar yendo a 'onde los guardias a pedir ayuda |
Tan grande y tan bobo, Tempo no anda solo, manganzón |
El nene de papi (Mah), zendo lechón |
Buddha te da clases y Sory el culo te rompe |
Y lo que gastan adicto', es que tus cantantes son prom theme |
Ninguno me impresiona (Nah) |
¿Qué Buddha’s Family no es quien controla? |
(Ajá) |
Porque la nébula se monta sola |
Y estoy apuntando con un laser |
A Pina, a Lito y al Pola |
Oh-ouh |
Ouh-nou |
Ahora me toca a mí |
Déjense ver tirando |
Pero por dentro sienten miedo |
Tu mundo de hielo lo voy a derretir con fuego |
Estas sacando pecho, tienes vaqueo sorprendente |
Porque contra nosotros necesitan más gente |
Polaco escúchame el crack te pone a alucinar |
Cállate un rato pa' que no te tengan que asesinar, chico |
Ahora Lito está fronteando de bichín (Jaja), cuando lo que cobra por cantar es |
una oferta 'e Burger King |
Y a ti Pina cabrón, te quedan pocos días de vida por mandar a tus dos alicate' |
a tirarle al Buddha |
¿Has oído hablar de el corillo el Buddha, de casualida'? |
O es que te estas haciendo el retarda’o mental |
Despué' no quiero arreglo, nos vamo' personal |
Y vente así se dañe el genero, no digan que fue por mí (Ajá) |
Se los dije a las buena' que yo ya tengo mis problema' |
No mezclen la música con guerras callejera' |
Si estos dos cabrones se oyeran |
La mamaera' que tuvieron que hacer de tiraera' (De tiraera') |
No les quedaba más lirica, que si el culo caga’o |
Fue que Tempo tiene a Lito y Pola bien clava’o |
Mama el bicho y aguanten el prom y soporten a Tempo |
Hagan música, si fuera personal 'tuvieran muertos los dos |
Porque los dos son hijos míos |
Y sabes que soy el infierno en tu mundo frio |
No me asombro con cantantes |
Me mire por encima de los hombros |
Pero si monta' nébula yo no respondo |
Yo soy el Gastam ando revela’o, aunque me va tranquilo |
Mejor dejen el viaje que tienen conmigo |
Y mientras siga vivo ni tú ni aquel me la montan |
Ahora soporta la presión de mi flow y sentirás como corto y te descontrola Pola |
Y hace temblar a Pina |
Pongo el control con mis rima' |
Yo soy un lobo en la avenida dando de que hablar con mis cancione' |
Don’t fuck mamones |
O sentirán a los narco-ampone' entrando en acción y aplastando al que se ponga |
de frente |
Y a dos o tres cantantes hay que meterle' caliente |
(translation) |
Ambition will lead you to ruin, Pina plots |
If you conspire you will feel the weight of my anger |
With corillos pull 'and you command' to shoot the Buddha |
You're going to end up going to the guards to ask for help |
So big and so stupid, Tempo is not alone, manganzón |
Daddy's baby (Mah), piglet zendo |
Buddha gives you classes and Sory breaks your ass |
And what they spend addict', is that your singers are prom theme |
None impress me (Nah) |
Which Buddha's Family is not who controls? |
(AHA) |
Because the nebula mounts itself |
And I'm aiming with a laser |
To Pina, to Lito and to Pola |
oh-ooh |
Ouh-nou |
Now it's my turn |
Let yourselves be seen pulling |
But inside they feel fear |
I'm going to melt your world of ice with fire |
You are sticking out your chest, you have surprising vaqueo |
Because against us they need more people |
Polish listen to me the crack makes you hallucinate |
Shut up for a while so they don't have to kill you, boy |
Now Lito is playing the bichín (Haha), when what he charges for singing is |
a deal 'e Burger King |
And you, Piña bastard, you only have a few days to live for sending your two pliers' |
to shoot the Buddha |
Have you heard of the buddha corillo, by chance? |
Or is it that you are doing the mental retardation |
After 'I don't want to settle, we're going' personal |
And come so the gender is damaged, don't say it was because of me (Aha) |
I told them happily 'that I already have my problems' |
Don't mix music with street wars' |
If these two bastards heard each other |
The mamaera' that they had to act as tiraera' (De tiraera') |
They had no more lyrics left than if their ass shit |
It was that Tempo has Lito and Pola well nailed |
Suck the bug and hold on to the prom and hold on to Tempo |
Make music, if it were personal 'they would both be dead |
because they are both my children |
And you know I'm hell in your cold world |
I am not amazed by singers |
look over my shoulders |
But if he rides 'nebula I don't respond |
I am the Gastam and I am revealed, although I am calm |
Better leave the trip you have with me |
And as long as I'm still alive neither you nor that one ride me |
Now support the pressure of my flow and you will feel how short and Pola makes you lose control |
And makes Pina tremble |
I put the control with my rhyme' |
I am a wolf on the avenue making people talk with my songs |
Don't fuck suckers |
Or they will feel the narco-ampone' entering into action and crushing whoever gets |
head on |
And two or three singers have to be hot |