Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ¿Kieres Jugar? , by - Triple XXXRelease date: 11.07.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
¿Kieres Jugar?(original) |
| Para el crack no hay Mc que valga, ¡bye! |
| No playback rap crazy |
| Me rio de los chivatos que van de Dick Tracy |
| Compi, camon here |
| No eres tanto como tu decías |
| Tu rimas es fría, my shit is real |
| No tengo tiempo para escuchar tonterías |
| Sigo mi camino |
| Mas calidad con los años como el buen vino |
| Triunfa es mi sino |
| Yo no voy de malo de películas de chinos, ¡primo! |
| Con Hozone production |
| You lose, ¿jode mucho? |
| Yo no escucho tu rap flacucho |
| Intruso, coges el micro y te tiembla el pulso |
| Doy buen uso de mi don |
| El humo es mi arma enciéndelo |
| Vengo a robarte y quedarme con todo, créetelo, ¡campeón! |
| ¿quien es el chulo? |
| Dream team, son quien lo hacen más guapo |
| Venid, podéis llamarnos capos |
| Es así, tres micros y un ritmazo |
| Chachi, no pueden contra reyes |
| Tu quieres retarme, medirte |
| En un duelo puedes herirte |
| De local o de visitante |
| El Spanish te cruje, tengo estirpe |
| Competi tu para mi, ¡jaja! |
| Yo rompo el flow papi, ¡yeye! |
| Mi ring, mi tatami, ¡waka! |
| Caíste yo te pulí |
| Mi plan, callar, clamar, petar |
| Ganar, fumar, kamasutra, luego volar |
| Lirica barata, no tenemos arreglo, aquí demostramos |
| Darnos respeto, venimos de la city |
| Del sol y de los cuernos |
| Al chulo del Bulto, le coméis los huevos |
| Dream team, son quien lo hacen más guapo |
| Venid, podéis llamarnos capos |
| Es así, tres micros y un ritmazo |
| Chachi, no pueden contra reyes |
| ¡Apuesta al 13!, Bobby Lo, Showtime |
| Recuerda a Málaga, perro que contáis |
| En el campo de juego no hay que pensar |
| Mi track es real, os va a doblar |
| No amago, ni me creo tu halago |
| Call me raro, que descaro |
| Vengo de la escuela de los hard knocks |
| Tra-traigo skillz y tu, ¡chitón! |
| Si no hay dolor, prepárate para el impacto, «M» soul |
| Mira mi rap va para largo, escúchalo |
| Muchos me llamaron vándalo |
| Y currándolo me gane el amor |
| No tienes respeto, solo tu sello piensa que eres bueno |
| Fly, Bob, Gordo y Big Hozon |
| Analízalo, ven y supéralo |
| Tengo un buen plan y un microphone |
| Zim-zimma, pilla mi calor |
| Gimme som mo, recuérdalo |
| ¿Carajaulas contra mí?, no lo creo no |
| Este hijo puta viene del barrio, warriors |
| La Colonia manda, manos levantando |
| (translation) |
| For crack there is no MC that is worth it, bye! |
| No playback rap crazy |
| I laugh at the snitches that go by Dick Tracy |
| Compi, come here |
| You are not as much as you said |
| Your rhymes are cold, my shit is real |
| I don't have time to listen to nonsense |
| I go my way |
| More quality with the years like good wine |
| Triumph is my fate |
| I'm not bad at Chinese movies, cousin! |
| With Hozone production |
| You lose, do you fuck a lot? |
| I don't listen to your skinny rap |
| Intruder, you pick up the microphone and your pulse trembles |
| I make good use of my gift |
| Smoke is my weapon light it up |
| I come to rob you and keep everything, believe it, champion! |
| who is the pimp? |
| Dream team, they are the ones who make it more handsome |
| Come on, you can call us bosses |
| It is like that, three microphones and a great rhythm |
| Chachi, they can't against kings |
| You want to challenge me, measure yourself |
| In a duel you can hurt yourself |
| Home or away |
| The Spanish creaks you, I have lineage |
| You competed for me, haha! |
| I break the flow daddy, yeye! |
| My ring, my tatami, waka! |
| You fell, I polished you |
| My plan, shut up, cry out, petar |
| Win, smoke, kamasutra, then fly |
| Cheap lyric, we have no arrangement, here we demonstrate |
| Give us respect, we come from the city |
| Of the sun and of the horns |
| You eat the balls of the Lump's pimp |
| Dream team, they are the ones who make it more handsome |
| Come on, you can call us bosses |
| It is like that, three microphones and a great rhythm |
| Chachi, they can't against kings |
| Bet on 13!, Bobby Lo, Showtime |
| Remember Malaga, dog that you count |
| On the playing field you don't have to think |
| My track is real, it will bend you |
| I do not threaten, nor do I believe your compliment |
| Call me weird, what a nerve |
| I come from the school of hard knocks |
| I bring skillz and you, whoop! |
| If there is no pain, brace yourself for impact, "M" soul |
| Look at my rap goes long, listen to it |
| Many called me a vandal |
| And working on it, I won love |
| You have no respect, only your stamp thinks you're good |
| Fly, Bob, Gordo and Big Hozon |
| Analyze it, come and get over it |
| I have a good plan and a microphone |
| Zim-zimma, catch my heat |
| Gimme som mo, remember it |
| Carajaulas against me? I don't think so |
| This son of a bitch comes from the hood, warriors |
| The Colony rules, hands up |