Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Falsedades , by - Tres Coronas. Release date: 11.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Falsedades , by - Tres Coronas. Falsedades(original) |
| Ajá |
| Tres Coronas |
| Contrapunteando Falsedades |
| Ajá |
| (Rocca) |
| Dime que tratas de esconder tu vaina |
| Tras tu bandada, tu fama y tu banda |
| Tus falsas mañas, tu panza |
| Si no eres el que mandas |
| ¿Dime con quién andas? |
| Dime, dime lo que alcanzas |
| Cuando una tanda de balas escuchas ¿dime si te ablandas? |
| Ten cuidado con lo que tú dices |
| Oh cuando tú pises |
| Por aquí veré lo que tú finges |
| Bienvenido, aquí es mi territorio |
| Tropeles, cartuchos, bullas y chuzos |
| Los que se aguantan no son muchos |
| Soy tu cucho |
| Te enseño lo que es y cuanto lucho |
| Más vale que regrese a casa te espera tu chupo |
| Culicagado, sepa que leo en tus ojos |
| Apenas levanto la voz y ya te salen mocos |
| ¡Qué, qué, qué! |
| Oyes Rap en tu carro trabado |
| Fumas, tomas trago y ya te crees malo |
| Saque pistola veremos quién tiene bolas |
| A mi nunca me impresionas |
| ¿Qué harás si matas a una persona? |
| Sangre por todo el piso |
| Un muerto al frente y dos heridos |
| Tú en la mitad de esa mierda llorando pidiendo auxilio |
| Yeah! |
| Ya te veo ya te imagino |
| Gritando como un niño, mejor cambias de camino |
| (Coro: Rocca) |
| Se las dan de malos bravos |
| Andan en banda y siempre alzados |
| Gritan, forman bulla por todos lados |
| Pero cuando están solos caminan cagados |
| Se las dan de malos bravos |
| Andan en banda y siempre alzados |
| Gritan, forman bulla por todos lados |
| Los verdaderos caminan callados |
| (Reychesta) |
| Yo |
| Tú siempre dices que eres real |
| Pero en realidad todo lo que haces es algo normal |
| Yo sé de qué hablar, no eres verdadero |
| Te he visto corriendo de tus amigos cuando están en peligro |
| Tú no eres perfecto |
| No te pongas molesto |
| Tú no eres nadie ni siquiera en tus propios proyectos |
| Crees que estas en la moda |
| Dices que vendes droga |
| Cuando nisiquiera tú has tocado una pistola |
| ¡Menzo! |
| No te pases de contento |
| El más callado es el más malo y tengo la prueba de esto |
| Mira tu clica |
| Todavía todos practican |
| Tres Coronas llegan y todo se mortifica |
| Me gustaría que un día fueras enfrentado |
| Por un hombre que te robe la fama de tu barrio |
| Ten cuidado |
| Mejor quédate callado |
| En esta agua hay pirañas y tú eres el pescado |
| What! |
| (Coro: Rocca) |
| Se las dan de malos bravos |
| Andan en banda y siempre alzados |
| Gritan, forman bulla por todos lados |
| Pero cuando están solos caminan cagados |
| Se las dan de malos bravos |
| Andan en banda y siempre alzados |
| Gritan, forman bulla por todos lados |
| Los verdaderos caminan callados |
| (P.N.O.) |
| Pues no te creas mucho más |
| Te conozco y no eres capaz |
| De sacarte, mostrarte |
| Te ocultas detrás de un disfraz |
| Eres de esos pendejos que dicen no va a pasar |
| Y cuando pasa resultan dejando todo atrás |
| Me acuerdas de Tito |
| Ese niño bonito |
| El que quiso ser pandillito |
| Y preciso cayó en ese abismo |
| Es esa misma forma la que veo |
| Te leo, tu jangueo |
| Nunca has visto guerra o tiroteo |
| Te lo advertí mijo |
| Eso no fue destino, fue el camino que escogiste |
| Ahora estás arrepentido |
| Asustado, por dártelas de alzado |
| Te tienen amenazado |
| Por hablar cosas que no han pasado |
| ¿Y qué va a hacer?, ¿Puede ser? |
| Tu último día de vida que vas a poder parecer |
| A ese mismo falso, ese mismo payaso |
| Que terminó con su cara golpeada en el asfalto |
| (Coro: Rocca) |
| Se las dan de malos bravos |
| Andan en banda y siempre alzados |
| Gritan, forman bulla por todos lados |
| Pero cuando están solos caminan cagados |
| Se las dan de malos bravos |
| Andan en banda y siempre alzados |
| Gritan, forman bulla por todos lados |
| Los verdaderos caminan callados |
| Shhhhh |
| (translation) |
| AHA |
| three crowns |
| Countering Falsehoods |
| AHA |
| (rock) |
| Tell me you try to hide your pod |
| After your flock, your fame and your gang |
| Your false tricks, your belly |
| If you are not the one who sends |
| Tell me who you are with? |
| Tell me, tell me what you achieve |
| When you listen to a batch of bullets, tell me if you soften? |
| be careful what you say |
| Oh when you step |
| Over here I will see what you pretend |
| Welcome, here is my territory |
| Troops, cartridges, bullas and chuzos |
| Those who endure are not many |
| I am your cucho |
| I teach you what it is and how much I fight |
| I better come home, your sucker is waiting for you |
| Culicagado, know that I read in your eyes |
| I barely raise my voice and you already have snot |
| What what what! |
| You hear rap in your stuck car |
| You smoke, you drink and you already think you're bad |
| Pull out a gun, we'll see who has balls |
| you never impress me |
| What will you do if you kill a person? |
| blood all over the floor |
| One dead and two wounded |
| You in the middle of that shit crying for help |
| yeah! |
| I already see you I already imagine you |
| Screaming like a child, you better change your way |
| (Chorus: Rocca) |
| They give them bad bravos |
| They walk in a band and always raised |
| They scream, they make noise everywhere |
| But when they're alone they walk shit |
| They give them bad bravos |
| They walk in a band and always raised |
| They scream, they make noise everywhere |
| The real ones walk quietly |
| (Reychesta) |
| I |
| You always say that you're real |
| But actually everything you do is something normal |
| I know what to talk about, you're not true |
| I've seen you running from your friends when they're in danger |
| you are not perfect |
| don't get upset |
| You are nobody even in your own projects |
| You think you're in fashion |
| You say you sell drugs |
| When you haven't even touched a gun |
| Menzo! |
| Don't be too happy |
| The quietest is the baddest and I have proof of this |
| watch your click |
| They all still practice |
| Three Crowns arrive and everything is mortified |
| I would like that one day you were faced |
| For a man who steals your neighborhood fame |
| Be careful |
| better keep quiet |
| In this water there are piranhas and you are the fish |
| Que! |
| (Chorus: Rocca) |
| They give them bad bravos |
| They walk in a band and always raised |
| They scream, they make noise everywhere |
| But when they're alone they walk shit |
| They give them bad bravos |
| They walk in a band and always raised |
| They scream, they make noise everywhere |
| The real ones walk quietly |
| (P.N.O.) |
| Well, don't believe much more |
| I know you and you are not capable |
| To take you out, show you |
| You hide behind a disguise |
| You're one of those assholes who say it's not going to happen |
| And when it happens they end up leaving everything behind |
| you remind me of titus |
| that pretty boy |
| The one who wanted to be a gang |
| And precisely fell into that abyss |
| It's that same shape that I see |
| I read you, you jangueo |
| You've never seen war or gunfight |
| I warned you mijo |
| That wasn't destiny, it was the path you chose |
| now you're sorry |
| Scared, for giving them up |
| they have you threatened |
| For talking about things that have not happened |
| And what is he going to do? Could it be? |
| Your last day of life that you will be able to seem |
| To that same fake, that same clown |
| That he ended up with his face beaten on the asphalt |
| (Chorus: Rocca) |
| They give them bad bravos |
| They walk in a band and always raised |
| They scream, they make noise everywhere |
| But when they're alone they walk shit |
| They give them bad bravos |
| They walk in a band and always raised |
| They scream, they make noise everywhere |
| The real ones walk quietly |
| shhhh |
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