Corta y Palo - Nengo Flow

Hey, yo

El Real G4 Life, baby

Sinfónico

Real G4 Life, baby

Dice

Me tienen odio, seguimos hospiciandote el velorio

Pasan del observatorio directo pa’l purgatorio

La corta bien asesina, le puse un par de accesorio'

Subo 'e precio to' los día como el cabrón petróleo

Hombre se hace solo, todo el que su palabra mantenga

Sinfó, to' el que quiera guerrear diles que venga

Que los bajamo' de la nube a siete mil pa' que aprenda

Se estrellan con el cemento como le paso a Wallenda

Cambian de dirección cuando tomamo' acción

Seguimos viajando to' el mundo sin un peso en promoción

Con dedicación, el maldito esfuerzo lo logra

Los dejamos alucinando como el vicio de la droga, nigga

Los Reyes del Rap con la familia

Pa' que a to' esos hijueputa' se los devoré la envidia

Cuando salgo con Sinfónico es disparando bien duro

Partiéndole el culo pa' que to' se alineen en la orilla

Déjales saber que si no hay babilla que se quiten

Que eviten, porque los fuletes' los derriten

Descargando rafagazo impactantes, el cantante

Viviendo con Sinfónico momentos alarmantes

En la música, expresiones únicas y verídicas

Pero constructivas, es que siguen las criticas

Pa' alante, ya lo tuyo no me sorprende

Pa' que sigas con vida de tu actitud depende

Dicen que en la calle to' está malo

Que to' el que tiene guerra ahora anda con corta y con palo

Que se va a morir to' el que se meta

Dicen que la muerte va a llevarse a to' el planeta

Siempre en la calle juega vivo

Todo el que se duerma es presa del enemigo

Cada cual es dueño de sus actos

El que se ponga bruto va a pagar fuerte los gasto'

Estilo fuerte y solido, Onyx y Sinfonico

Quemando carabelas con ácido muriático

Retumbando en el África lejana, le echamos ganas

Triplicando lana, camellando con los panas

Con la corta chipeteá', papo, te hacemos canto

No te va a salvar ni el Espíritu santo

Dicen que están alante, pero les falta bastante

Los Reyes del Rap, el huracán de los cantante', la familia

Es mucho el talento controlando en el momento

Mano a mano con los gangsters, me encuentro pa' mis invento'

Déjense ver, que a tiros vamo' a resolver

Pa' que sepan que aquí no pueden joder

Los tiempos cambian, 'tamos viviendo en guerra

Venimos disparando, el Real G los entierra

Dicen que en la calle to' está malo

Que to' el que tiene guerra ahora anda con corta y con palo

Que se va a morir to' el que se meta

Dicen que la muerte va a llevarse a to' el planeta

Siempre en la calle juega vivo

Todo el que se duerma es presa del enemigo

Cada cual es dueño de sus actos

El que se ponga bruto va a pagar fuerte los gasto'

Hey me

The Real G4 Life, baby

Symphonic

Real G4 Life, baby

He says

They hate me, we continue to hospiciate the wake

They pass from the direct observatory to purgatory

It cuts her well, I put a couple of accessories on her

I raise the price every day like the oil bastard

Man is done alone, everyone who keeps his word

Sinfó, everyone who wants to fight tell them to come

Let's download them from the cloud to seven thousand so that he learns

They crash into the cement like what happened to Wallenda

They change direction when we take action

We keep traveling to the world without a peso in promotion

With dedication, the damn effort makes it

We leave 'em trippin' like dope vice, nigga

The Kings of Rap with the family

So that I devoured all those sons of bitches with envy

When I go out with Sinfónico it is shooting very hard

Breaking his ass so that they all line up on the shore

Let them know that if there is no stifle they will remove it

That they avoid, because the fuletes' melt them

Discharging shocking bursts, the singer

Living with Symphonic startling moments

In music, unique and true expressions

But constructive, is that the criticism continues

Pa' ahead, and yours does not surprise me

So that you stay alive, it depends on your attitude

They say that in the street everything is bad

That everyone who has a war now walks with short and stick

That everyone who gets involved is going to die

They say that death is going to take to the planet

Always in the street he plays alive

Everyone who falls asleep is prey to the enemy

Everyone owns their actions

The one who gets gross is going to pay heavily for the expenses'

Strong and solid style, Onyx and Symphonic

Burning caravels with muriatic acid

Echoing in far away Africa, we feel like it

Triplicating wool, camelling with the panas

With the short chipeteá', papo, we make you sing

Not even the Holy Spirit will save you

They say they are ahead, but they lack a lot

The Kings of Rap, the hurricane of the singers', the family

There is a lot of talent controlling at the moment

Hand in hand with the gangsters, I find myself for my inventions

Let yourselves see, that we're going to solve

So that they know that they can't fuck around here

Times change, 'we are living in war

We come shooting, the real G buries 'em

They say that in the street everything is bad

That everyone who has a war now walks with short and stick

That everyone who gets involved is going to die

They say that death is going to take to the planet

Always in the street he plays alive

Everyone who falls asleep is prey to the enemy

Everyone owns their actions

The one who gets gross is going to pay heavily for the expenses'