Lyrics of Las Pistolas Seguiran - Tempo

Las Pistolas Seguiran (original)

Yeah what that fuck nigga
What tha fuck yoouu
Es Tempo y el Mexicano una ves mas
Salgan, no provoquen que yo use mis cargas
Estan amenazándome con armas de salva
Soy mi propio guardaespaldas y no me queda
Mas remedio que tirar a O. G Black al medio
Relax negro, tu gente llorara tu entierro
Que te cuesta quedarte en silencio
Perro ah!.. Yo!
Fuck it all bitch ass nigga
No me obligues a usar mi truco motherfucker
You look like my dick sucker
No provoques que te dispare a quema ropa
Y te ponga un mágnum en la boca
La muerte a cualquiera le toca es repentina soporta
Tu vida se esta haciendo corta
Se te agotan los días y a mi se me agota la paciencia
Ya tu presencia no es grata rata
Líricas baratas parecen bachatas
Y peleando al puño bruno, tu puedes ser mi chata
Pa colmo eres chota y dijiste que Dj Joe era loca
Me envuelvo yo en mis notas, Y otros sufren
La derrota, ando solo, como el cuento de un lobo
Soplando y soplando hasta derrumbar al
Escuadrón de bobos
Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra
Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido
Como son unidos morirán unidos
Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra
Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido
Como son unidos morirán unidos
Reviéntas, pero de mi imagen te alimentas
Quien conmigo inventa, Solo se revienta
No es lo que aparentas, Ni con quien tu cuentas
O se te olvido que ya estamos en los noventas
Buscaba de dios pero no me dejaron
La guerra declararon, Pero muchos se quitaron
Buscaba de dios, pero no me dejaron
La guerra declararon, pero muchos se quitaron
Caserío en mi visión de una masacre
Como me gustaría ver manchada en tu madre
Tu sangre que salpica en la cama
Matarte a sangre fría y torturarte a puñaladas
Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra
Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido
Como son unidos morirán unidos
Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra
Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido
Como son unidos morirán unidos
Primero voy a tumbar a Master con lazo vaquero
Ranking Stone, Dios te bendiga mi hijo, No jodas conmigo
Dj Joe, chekea mi flow, Que te parece ahora
Is the same or not or you can feel the pain
Liricas fresh better your squad, do you like that
Variedad de idiomas combinado con mi lengua
Coman y coman de mi estilo gusanos
Morirán ahogados en mi pantano
Y al escuadrón les peleare con una mano
Como es que quieres la guerra
Si no tienes una perra
Para pararte en la acera
Y formar una balacera
Verme muerto tu quisieras
Entrarnos a tiros de veras
A ver quien saca candela
(A ver quien saca candela!!!)…
Tu gente llora pendejo
So, no te metas tu conmigo
A ti te pico el ombligo
Te crea mucho enemigos
La tiraera la sigo contigo
Yo la termino
A tu escuadrón extermino
Me dicen el asesino
Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra
Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido
Como son unidos morirán unidos
Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra
Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido
Como son unidos morirán unidos
El hombre prevenido vale por dos
Usted tiene en sus manos quizá la
Única oportunidad de prepararse para
Un desastre de imaginables
Proporciones que se acerca con rapidez
Un desastre que cambiara la vida de
Todos aquellos que habitan en nuestro planeta
Y habitan desorientados Tempo y el Mexicano
Están en esto pa orientarlos
Game Over!

(translation)

Yeah what that fuck nigga
what tha fuck youu
It's Tempo and the Mexican one more time
Get out, don't cause me to use my loads
They are threatening me with salvage weapons
I am my own bodyguard and I have no left
No choice but to throw O. G Black in the middle
Relax black, your people will mourn your funeral
What does it cost you to stay silent?
Dog ah!.. Me!
Fuck it all bitch ass nigga
Don't make me use my motherfucker trick
You look like my dick sucker
Do not provoke me to shoot you at fire
And put a magnum in your mouth
Death to anyone touches it is sudden support
your life is getting short
Your days are running out and my patience is running out
Your presence is no longer a pleasant rat
Cheap lyrics look like bachatas
And fighting the bruno fist, you can be my flat
To top it off, you're a dork and you said that Dj Joe was crazy
I wrap myself in my notes, and others suffer
The defeat, I walk alone, like the tale of a wolf
Blowing and blowing until the
boob squad
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will still make noise
As they are united they will die united
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will still make noise
As they are united they will die united
You burst, but you feed on my image
Who invents with me, only bursts
It's not what you look like, nor who you count on
Or did you forget that we are already in the nineties
I was looking for God but they didn't let me
They declared war, but many took off
I was looking for god, but they didn't let me
The war they declared, but many took off
Farmhouse in my vision of a massacre
How I would like to see smeared on your mother
Your blood that splashes on the bed
Kill you in cold blood and stab you to torture
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will still make noise
As they are united they will die united
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will still make noise
As they are united they will die united
First I'm going to knock down Master with cowboy lasso
Ranking Stone, God bless you my son, Don't fuck with me
Dj Joe, check my flow, what do you think now
Is the same or not or you can feel the pain
Liricas fresh better your squad, do you like that
Variety of languages ​​combined with my language
Eat and eat my style worms
They will drown in my swamp
And the squad I'll fight them with one hand
How come you want war
If you don't have a bitch
To stand on the sidewalk
and form a shootout
you would like to see me dead
Really shoot us
Let's see who gets candle
(Let's see who gets fire!!!)…
your people cry asshole
So, don't mess with me
Your navel itches
You make a lot of enemies
I follow the tiraera with you
I finish it
To your extermination squad
they call me the killer
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will still make noise
As they are united they will die united
Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you
The guns will still make noise
As they are united they will die united
The forewarned man is worth two
You have in your hands perhaps the
Only opportunity to prepare for
A disaster of imaginable
Proportions approaching fast
A disaster that changed the life of
All those who inhabit our planet
And they live disoriented Tempo and the Mexican
They are in this to guide you
GameOver!