Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Voy por Ti, artist - Tempo. Album song Los Reyes del Nuevo Milenio, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 29.06.2017
Record label: Freš
Song language: Spanish
Voy por Ti(original) |
Yo he crecido entre pistolas |
Si eres humilde te digo hola |
Como siempre yo ando a solas (Hipócritas!) |
Ya llegó la hora |
Yo he crecido entre pistolas |
Si eres humilde te digo hola |
Como siempre yo ando a solas (Hipócritas) |
Ya llegó la hora |
What, nigga what! |
Mi rap latino |
Hip-Hop boricua en busca de un disco de platino |
Vino Tempo you know me |
El mas querido, el favorito de mis enemigos |
Hello, hello raperos, hablan los nuevos |
Con más tormentosas rimas y liricales aguaceros |
Bobos, son rehenes en la guerra, Pina |
Tirando con todo se caerán solos |
Quieren que los mencione en mis canciones |
Pues tomen traidores, y no se equivoquen, cabrones |
Mi mente la controla una verde sustancia |
Cargo las balas y te apunto de larga distancia |
Con un rifle de alto alcance con mira telescópica |
Sus rimas no son la gran cosa, hipócritas |
Tirando líricas a lo loco, sin lógica |
No me conocen, Tempo es a prueba de críticas |
Yo he crecido entre pistolas |
Si eres humilde te digo hola |
Como siempre yo ando a solas (Hipócritas) |
Ya llegó la hora |
Yo he crecido entre pistolas |
Si eres humilde te digo hola |
Como siempre yo ando a solas (Hipócritas) |
Ya llegó la hora |
Yo', imagínate a este pistolero |
Concentrándose y abriendo fuego |
Son rimas que llenas de veneno |
Sacándote fácilmente de tu terreno |
Y a la hora de matar este no disimula |
Que algo formula, amulas |
Que manipulas? |
Y te vinculas con tontos abultos |
De balas yo tengo un bulto |
El rifle esta oculto |
Pero has un insulto |
Para ver si en el yuqueno te sepulto |
Correos está un paseo |
Wisin sufre de un mareo |
Porque soy es tiroteo |
Y que lo veo |
Es que cantantes a la hora del saludo |
Son buenos y mudos |
Y de espalda son los más rudos |
Pero si me encojono sudo |
Y acudo al ser lo tratable |
Destruyendo miserables |
Así que no hables |
Que tu vida no esta estable |
No esta estable, Yo' |
Hello hello, raperos hablan los nuevos |
Los reyes del nuevo Milenio, con Tempo |
Yo he crecido entre pistolas |
Si eres humilde te digo hola |
Como siempre yo ando a solas (Hipócritas) |
Ya llegó la hora |
Yo he crecido entre pistolas |
Si eres humilde te digo hola |
Como siempre yo ando a solas (Hipócritas) |
Ya llegó la hora |
Supuestamente nuevos, jaja |
Estos fueron con humildad, Wisin y Yandel y Tempo |
You know me… |
(translation) |
I have grown up among guns |
If you are humble I say hello |
As always I am alone (Hypocrites!) |
the time has come |
I have grown up among guns |
If you are humble I say hello |
As always I walk alone (Hypocrites) |
the time has come |
What, nigga what! |
my latin rap |
Puerto Rican Hip-Hop in search of a platinum record |
Wine Tempo you know me |
The dearest, the favorite of my enemies |
Hello, hello rappers, the new ones speak |
With more stormy rhymes and lyrical downpours |
Fools, they are hostages in the war, Pina |
Pulling with everything they will fall by themselves |
They want me to mention them in my songs |
Well, take traitors, and make no mistake, bastards |
My mind is controlled by a green substance |
I load the bullets and I point you from long range |
With a long-range rifle with a telescopic sight |
Your rhymes are no big deal, hypocrites |
Throwing lyrics like crazy, without logic |
They don't know me, Tempo is critic proof |
I have grown up among guns |
If you are humble I say hello |
As always I walk alone (Hypocrites) |
the time has come |
I have grown up among guns |
If you are humble I say hello |
As always I walk alone (Hypocrites) |
the time has come |
Yo', imagine this gunslinger |
Concentrating and opening fire |
They are rhymes that are full of poison |
Easily knocking you off your turf |
And at the time of killing this one does not hide |
that something formulates, you love |
What do you handle? |
And you bond with dumb lumps |
I have a bundle of bullets |
The rifle is hidden |
but you have an insult |
To see if I buried you in the yuqueno |
Post office is a ride |
Wisin suffers from dizziness |
'Cause I'm is shooting |
and I see it |
It is that singers at the time of greeting |
They are good and dumb |
And from behind they are the rudest |
But if I shrink I don't sweat |
And I go to being the treatable |
destroying wretches |
so don't talk |
That your life is not stable |
It's not stable, I' |
Hello hello, rappers speak the new |
The kings of the new Millennium, with Tempo |
I have grown up among guns |
If you are humble I say hello |
As always I walk alone (Hypocrites) |
the time has come |
I have grown up among guns |
If you are humble I say hello |
As always I walk alone (Hypocrites) |
the time has come |
Supposedly new haha |
These were with humility, Wisin and Yandel and Tempo |
You know me… |