Ta.Ta.Ta - Big Boy

ta, ta, ta

a los boconesque se callen ya,

ta, ta, ta

hagan silencio and check the new style.

ahora canto y me expreso.

descargo el odioy rompo huesos

estremezco y te parto como Smith & Wesson

llamaron a mi celular piediendo refuerzos.

habia escasez de lirica y necesitaban versos

if you want a fight.

si y cuando llegue

el fin te diran Big Boy wins

te dejare friza’o como sub-zero y no habra giro.

solo me rio a carcajadas de tu cara.

angustiada porque no esperabas.

un ataque tan fuerte como el de este demente

que penetra con su letra.

como todo un poeta callejero.

con raices fundamentales del Ghetto.

al suelo falsantes.

para esto no hay cura.

ahora aguanta mi tortura

ta, ta, ta

a los boconesque se callen ya,

ta, ta, ta

hagan silencio and check the new style

aquel que tenga perse.

tiene que exponerse o.

a esconderse de lo que puede

convertirse en tragedia lirical.

ponte a masticar con lo que produce este

criminal pequeno.

Gigante

picando al frente y sacudiendo a los falsantes.

que quizas en el tiempo de antes.

ni se les ocurria ser cantantes.

pero ya por fin hay algo.

diferente en el mercado.

algo para limpiar los oidos saturados.

todo aquel que me difama.

me lo … con fresa.

sigo pa’lante y los demas

no me interesan.

Coro

y aqui vine a demostran lo que se.

a meterle como un hombre

no a llorar como un bebe

tu, y tu no copies, tu, y tu get out

of here please, no me hagas ensuciar

mi record que esta clean.

no lucho por lo que se,

le puedes llamar la competencia.

mejor me encargo de sostener

mi permanencia.

cargo, disparo, asusto

como David Vaner

no osy yo cuando me disgusto.

mucho quisieran verm aml.

pero … that, sigo en pie y

no me han podido tumbar.

tengo alta preciosion e impresiono.

no hablo.

y actuo me …

coro

lero, lero.

bandoleroen accion.

hiteando en el encenario.

atravez de tu stereo.

hablo en serio.

no necesito que me esten vaqueando

soy yo solo batallando como Rambo.

son seis millones de formas

para sacarte por el techo.

escoge una antes que el corazon

se te salga por el pecho.

y ya esta hecho mi trabajo.

que hablen lo que quieran.

yo me siento satisfecho.

Thanks to

TA Ta ta

to the loudmouths that they shut up now,

TA Ta ta

be quiet and check the new style.

now I sing and express myself.

I unload the hate and break bones

I shake and I break you like Smith & Wesson

They called my cell phone asking for backup.

there was a shortage of lyrics and they needed verses

if you want a fight.

yes and when it arrives

the end they will tell you Big Boy wins

I will leave you frozen as sub-zero and there will be no turn.

I just laughed out loud at your face.

distressed because you did not expect.

an attack as strong as that of this madman

that penetrates with his letter.

like a street poet.

with fundamental roots of the Ghetto.

to the ground false.

for this there is no cure.

now bear my torture

TA Ta ta

to the loudmouths that they shut up now,

TA Ta ta

be quiet and check the new style

the one who has perse

has to expose or.

to hide from what you can

become lyrical tragedy.

start chewing with what this produces

petty criminal.

Giant

stinging to the front and shaking the falsifiers.

that perhaps in the time before.

They didn't even think of being singers.

but finally there is something.

different in the market.

something to clean the saturated ears.

everyone who defames me.

me it … with strawberry.

I'm still pa'lante and the others

I am not interested.

Chorus

and here I came to show what I know.

to put him like a man

not to cry like a baby

you, and you don't copy, you, and you get out

of here please, don't make me dirty

my record is clean.

I don't fight for what I know

you can call it the competition.

I better take care of holding

my permanence

charge, shot, scare

as David Vanner

I don't and I when I get upset.

they would very much like to see me aml.

but… that, I'm still standing and

They couldn't knock me down.

I have high price and impress.

I do not speak.

and I act…

chorus

lero, lero

bandit in action

hitting on the stage.

through your stereo.

I'm serious.

I don't need you to be vaqueando me

It's me just battling like Rambo.

It's six million ways

to get you through the roof.

choose one before the heart

it comes out of your chest.

and my work is done.

let them speak what they want.

I feel satisfied.

Thank you