Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Asalto, artist - Tribade
Date of issue: 07.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Asalto(original) |
Oh gracias Tío Sam, gracias DJ Makei |
Por enseñar a odiar, el orden y la ley |
Ahora quien rompe tu cuello ya no es la novia de |
Partimos el beat de boom bap igual y lo sabéis |
Real reconoce a real, sintes y loops |
Hip Hop trajo la paz, estilo Afrika Bambaa |
Bp in Brooklyn, comunidad de hood por fin |
Killing it, sueltalo so fresh, so clean, manín |
Nunca nos sobró el flush, ni nos faltó el skill |
El rap era cultura, no una cuestión mercantil |
¡Ey! |
Todos esos rapers, venid a mí |
Se reían de mis panas y ahora van de Latin Kings |
Ahora los niños de papá quieren hacer rap |
No nos duran ni en el primer round |
¿Ke lo wá? |
¿Warap warap? |
Lo hicimos sonando Tribai |
Pusimo' a la academia a estudiar rap ¡Va! |
Paz para el que vive, tarde pero llegué |
Adrenalina fuerte pal que siente |
Mi novio me decía que no me saldría |
Que eso se nacía, que yo no podría empe…(jajaja) |
Siempre amanecía con la melodía de Supernafamacho |
Ya no te acuerda de ná, de ná, oh |
Dicen que eres libre, que tú tienes libertad |
Pero la mentira es tan gorda como que no habrá más muertas |
En manos de impunes, fachas de palabras sucias, de machiruladas |
En fin, si siempre la cagas… |
¡Coge el micro bien! |
¿Tú a quién le hablas? |
¿Tú a quién le hablas, eh? |
Es la cocinera de sus mejores platos |
Era SDJ y los Hijos Bastardos |
Arriba los buscavidas, fuera mentiras |
Buscábamos palpar la vida |
En los 90 nací, viví en los 2000, ritmo and poetry |
Respect me, yo soy MC |
Soy tan fría como el hielo, versos gordos MOP |
Píyalo free, en la calle preguntan por mí |
¿De dónde ha salío esa bitch? |
(eskiusmii…) |
Todavía les sorprende la que hemos líao |
Vinieron por el morbo, se quedaron por el gordo sound |
Yo, solo le llamo papi a Kane |
Nos odias o nos amas, como 50 con The Game (hey) |
Me creen más lista, desde que soy artista |
Y me ven soltarlo crudo a toda ostia como Twista |
Tribade, primo. |
Ain’t nothing to fuck with! |
Son 139 razones pa' reencarnarlo así |
De Lennox al cielo, a ver que pana lo pilla |
Mira si soy friki, llamé a mi gato Jay Dilla |
Dikirití, dikiritá, dikiridikiridikirití |
Rappers delight la escribió Caz, no Sugar Hill |
Sigo el legado con respeto a los maestros |
Esto es rap en mi cuaderno, nos vemo' en el infierno |
Sé que tú hablas mi idioma y que me entiendes |
Porque te formaste con las letras de Public Enemy |
Tienes un virus dentro de tu sangre |
Se llama RITMO ¿No sabes qué pasó? |
Pues te lo cuento yo |
Años 90, el hip hop como una droga |
Se inyecta por mis venas |
Inspiración de la buena |
Con esos ojitos que todo lo ven, nena |
Me subo a este tren, porque a este tren nada lo frena |
Sánchez in tha house, Ascao |
Suenan los CPV represent, represent por tos laos |
Pero el verdadero caos llega con Frank T y con su desfase |
Desfase… desfase… desfase, desfase, desfase |
Cada grupo, cada tema marcan una gran fase |
Ready or not? |
Here I come, you can’t hide… |
Nos fumamos un buen mai escuchando al Doggy style |
Snoop Doggy Dog… |
Miro al cielo y veo a Guru exclamando: Oh my god! |
MC’s act like they don’t know |
(translation) |
Oh thank you Uncle Sam, thank you DJ Makei |
For teaching hate, order and law |
Now the one who breaks your neck is no longer the girlfriend of |
We split the beat of boom bap the same and you know it |
Real recognizes real, synths and loops |
Hip Hop brought peace, Afrika Bambaa style |
Bp in Brooklyn, hood community at last |
Killing it, let it go so fresh, so clean, manín |
We never had too much flush, nor did we lack the skill |
Rap was culture, not a commercial issue |
Hey! |
All them rappers, come at me |
They laughed at my panas and now they go to Latin Kings |
Now daddy's boys want to rap |
They don't last us even in the first round |
What wa? |
warap warap? |
We made it sounding Tribai |
We put 'the academy to study rap It goes! |
Peace for the one who lives, late but I arrived |
strong adrenaline pal you feel |
My boyfriend told me that he would not leave me |
That this was born, that I could not start ... (hahaha) |
He always woke up with the melody of Supernafamacho |
You no longer remember ná, ná, oh |
They say that you are free, that you have freedom |
But the lie is as fat as there will be no more deaths |
In the hands of unpunished people, faces of dirty words, of machiruladas |
Anyway, if you always screw it up… |
Take the mic well! |
Who are you talking to? |
Who are you talking to, huh? |
She is the cook of her best dishes |
She was SDJ and the Bastard Sons |
Up with the hustlers, out with lies |
We were looking to touch life |
I was born in the 90s, I lived in the 2000s, rhythm and poetry |
Respect me, I am MC |
I'm as cold as ice, MOP fat verses |
Ask for it free, on the street they ask for me |
Where did that bitch come from? |
(eskiusmii…) |
They are still surprised by what we have bundled |
They came for the morbidity, they stayed for the fat sound |
Yo, I just call Kane daddy |
Hate us or love us, like 50 with The Game (hey) |
They think I'm smarter, since I'm an artist |
And they see me drop it raw like Twista |
Tribade, cousin. |
Ain't nothing to fuck with! |
There are 139 reasons to reincarnate like this |
From Lennox to heaven, let's see what corduroy catches him |
See if I'm a freak, I named my cat Jay Dilla |
Dikirití, dikirita, dikiridikiridikirití |
Rappers delight was written by Caz, not Sugar Hill |
I follow the legacy with respect to the masters |
This is rap in my notebook, see you in hell |
I know that you speak my language and that you understand me |
Because you were formed with the lyrics of Public Enemy |
You have a virus inside your blood |
It's called RHYTHM Don't you know what happened? |
Well I'll tell you |
90s, hip hop like a drug |
It is injected through my veins |
Inspiration of the good |
With those little eyes that see everything, baby |
I get on this train, because nothing stops this train |
Sánchez in tha house, Ascao |
The CPVs sound represented, represented by all Laos |
But the real chaos comes with Frank T and his gap |
Offset… Offset… Offset, Offset, Offset |
Each group, each theme marks a great phase |
Ready or not? |
Here I come, you can't hide… |
We smoke a good mai listening to Doggy style |
Snoop Doggy Dog… |
I look at the sky and I see Guru exclaiming: Oh my god! |
MC's act like they don't know |