Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Te Rindas, artist - Triple XXX
Date of issue: 05.07.2010
Song language: Spanish
No Te Rindas(original) |
Lo que vale en esta vida es vivir en paz |
No te rindas no te pares, no mires patrás |
Nunca es tarde si se trata de recuperar |
Triple XXX siempre grandes, calle y humildad |
Un día menos pa' salir, otro menos pa' morir |
Uno más para vivir, todo lo que me perdí |
Tengo que ponerle fin a errores que cometí |
Un soplo de libertad para ti, no te vayas a rendir |
Fluyen por mi lapicero los versos más cañeros |
El flow que es mas callejero del rapero pionero |
S.F. |
verdadero va asombrar el mundo entero |
Con el rollo más sincero respetando siempre el juego |
Escupo: lo que vivo, lo que siento, lo que soy, lo que tengo |
Lo que amo, lo que temo tiempo al tiempo |
Momento del relevo en los proyectos fuego |
En los bolsillos dinero y bajo un nombre respeto |
Triple XXX son eternos son veneno to' terreno |
Queroseno siempre lleno hasta el extremo sin freno |
Brindemos, gritemos estamos vivos, no muertos |
Brinquemos, rimemos por el poder que tenemos, yo rezo |
Lo que vale en esta vida es vivir en paz |
No te rindas no te pares, no mires patrás |
Nunca es tarde si se trata de recuperar |
Triple XXX siempre grandes, calle y humildad |
En estos tiempos es difícil hacer lo correcto |
Cuando el buen camino lo encuentras si tienes pasta y pagas un precio |
La vida es esto, si tienes influencias y un buen fajo todo resuelto |
Da igual quien acabe muerto |
Todos tiramos para lo nuestro sin pensar lo que tenemos |
Lo que perdemos lo que echamos por alto y no recuperaremos |
Es el juego, hay que aprender a tragarte el ego |
A no meterte en fuego a conservar lo que ya anhelo |
No quiero acabar sin libertad entre cuatro muros |
Tengo más de un hermano dentro por mí no estaría ninguno |
¡Ninguno! |
hay muchos buitres camuflados |
Entre trajes caros y puros, meted a esos puercos en zulos |
Que griten, que sientan la impotencia de un mundo |
Que se rige por billetes y por fascistas inmundos |
Ya no hay rumbo, seguimos dando tumbos |
Tirados en la calle sin futuro, observando y cerrando asuntos |
Lo que vale en esta vida es vivir en paz |
No te rindas no te pares, no mires patrás |
Nunca es tarde si se trata de recuperar |
(translation) |
What is worth in this life is living in peace |
Don't give up, don't stop, don't look back |
It is never too late if it is about recovering |
Triple XXX always big, street and humility |
One day less to go out, another day less to die |
One more to live for, all that I missed |
I have to put an end to mistakes that I made |
A breath of freedom for you, don't give up |
The most powerful verses flow through my pen |
The flow that is more street of the pioneering rapper |
S.F. |
true will amaze the whole world |
With the most sincere roll always respecting the game |
I spit: what I live, what I feel, what I am, what I have |
What I love, what I fear time to time |
Moment of the relay in fire projects |
In the pockets money and under a name respect |
Triple XXX are eternal, they are poison to the ground |
Kerosene always full to the brim with no brake |
let's toast, let's shout we are alive not dead |
Let's jump, let's rhyme for the power we have, I pray |
What is worth in this life is living in peace |
Don't give up, don't stop, don't look back |
It is never too late if it is about recovering |
Triple XXX always big, street and humility |
In these times it's hard to do the right thing |
When the right path is found if you have money and pay a price |
Life is this, if you have influence and a good wad all figured out |
It doesn't matter who ends up dead |
We all shoot for our own without thinking about what we have |
What we lose what we miss and won't get back |
It's the game, you have to learn to swallow your ego |
Not to put yourself in fire to keep what I already long for |
I don't want to end up without freedom between four walls |
I have more than one brother inside for me there would be none |
None! |
there are many camouflaged vultures |
Between expensive and pure suits, put those pigs in zulos |
Let them scream, let them feel the impotence of a world |
That is governed by banknotes and by filthy fascists |
There is no direction anymore, we keep tumbling |
Lying in the street without a future, observing and closing matters |
What is worth in this life is living in peace |
Don't give up, don't stop, don't look back |
It is never too late if it is about recovering |