Las Pistolas Seguiran - Tempo

Yeah what that fuck nigga

What tha fuck yoouu

Es Tempo y el Mexicano una ves mas

Salgan, no provoquen que yo use mis cargas

Estan amenazándome con armas de salva

Soy mi propio guardaespaldas y no me queda

Mas remedio que tirar a O. G Black al medio

Relax negro, tu gente llorara tu entierro

Que te cuesta quedarte en silencio

Perro ah!.. Yo!

Fuck it all bitch ass nigga

No me obligues a usar mi truco motherfucker

You look like my dick sucker

No provoques que te dispare a quema ropa

Y te ponga un mágnum en la boca

La muerte a cualquiera le toca es repentina soporta

Tu vida se esta haciendo corta

Se te agotan los días y a mi se me agota la paciencia

Ya tu presencia no es grata rata

Líricas baratas parecen bachatas

Y peleando al puño bruno, tu puedes ser mi chata

Pa colmo eres chota y dijiste que Dj Joe era loca

Me envuelvo yo en mis notas, Y otros sufren

La derrota, ando solo, como el cuento de un lobo

Soplando y soplando hasta derrumbar al

Escuadrón de bobos

Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra

Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido

Como son unidos morirán unidos

Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra

Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido

Como son unidos morirán unidos

Reviéntas, pero de mi imagen te alimentas

Quien conmigo inventa, Solo se revienta

No es lo que aparentas, Ni con quien tu cuentas

O se te olvido que ya estamos en los noventas

Buscaba de dios pero no me dejaron

La guerra declararon, Pero muchos se quitaron

Buscaba de dios, pero no me dejaron

La guerra declararon, pero muchos se quitaron

Caserío en mi visión de una masacre

Como me gustaría ver manchada en tu madre

Tu sangre que salpica en la cama

Matarte a sangre fría y torturarte a puñaladas

Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra

Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido

Como son unidos morirán unidos

Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra

Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido

Como son unidos morirán unidos

Primero voy a tumbar a Master con lazo vaquero

Ranking Stone, Dios te bendiga mi hijo, No jodas conmigo

Dj Joe, chekea mi flow, Que te parece ahora

Is the same or not or you can feel the pain

Liricas fresh better your squad, do you like that

Variedad de idiomas combinado con mi lengua

Coman y coman de mi estilo gusanos

Morirán ahogados en mi pantano

Y al escuadrón les peleare con una mano

Como es que quieres la guerra

Si no tienes una perra

Para pararte en la acera

Y formar una balacera

Verme muerto tu quisieras

Entrarnos a tiros de veras

A ver quien saca candela

(A ver quien saca candela!!!)…

Tu gente llora pendejo

So, no te metas tu conmigo

A ti te pico el ombligo

Te crea mucho enemigos

La tiraera la sigo contigo

Yo la termino

A tu escuadrón extermino

Me dicen el asesino

Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra

Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido

Como son unidos morirán unidos

Balas correrán en tu contra, balas correrán en tu contra

Las pistolas seguirán haciendo ruido

Como son unidos morirán unidos

El hombre prevenido vale por dos

Usted tiene en sus manos quizá la

Única oportunidad de prepararse para

Un desastre de imaginables

Proporciones que se acerca con rapidez

Un desastre que cambiara la vida de

Todos aquellos que habitan en nuestro planeta

Y habitan desorientados Tempo y el Mexicano

Están en esto pa orientarlos

Game Over!

Yeah what that fuck nigga

what tha fuck youu

It's Tempo and the Mexican one more time

Get out, don't cause me to use my loads

They are threatening me with salvage weapons

I am my own bodyguard and I have no left

No choice but to throw O. G Black in the middle

Relax black, your people will mourn your funeral

What does it cost you to stay silent?

Dog ah!.. Me!

Fuck it all bitch ass nigga

Don't make me use my motherfucker trick

You look like my dick sucker

Do not provoke me to shoot you at fire

And put a magnum in your mouth

Death to anyone touches it is sudden support

your life is getting short

Your days are running out and my patience is running out

Your presence is no longer a pleasant rat

Cheap lyrics look like bachatas

And fighting the bruno fist, you can be my flat

To top it off, you're a dork and you said that Dj Joe was crazy

I wrap myself in my notes, and others suffer

The defeat, I walk alone, like the tale of a wolf

Blowing and blowing until the

boob squad

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you

The guns will still make noise

As they are united they will die united

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you

The guns will still make noise

As they are united they will die united

You burst, but you feed on my image

Who invents with me, only bursts

It's not what you look like, nor who you count on

Or did you forget that we are already in the nineties

I was looking for God but they didn't let me

They declared war, but many took off

I was looking for god, but they didn't let me

The war they declared, but many took off

Farmhouse in my vision of a massacre

How I would like to see smeared on your mother

Your blood that splashes on the bed

Kill you in cold blood and stab you to torture

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you

The guns will still make noise

As they are united they will die united

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you

The guns will still make noise

As they are united they will die united

First I'm going to knock down Master with cowboy lasso

Ranking Stone, God bless you my son, Don't fuck with me

Dj Joe, check my flow, what do you think now

Is the same or not or you can feel the pain

Liricas fresh better your squad, do you like that

Variety of languages ​​combined with my language

Eat and eat my style worms

They will drown in my swamp

And the squad I'll fight them with one hand

How come you want war

If you don't have a bitch

To stand on the sidewalk

and form a shootout

you would like to see me dead

Really shoot us

Let's see who gets candle

(Let's see who gets fire!!!)…

your people cry asshole

So, don't mess with me

Your navel itches

You make a lot of enemies

I follow the tiraera with you

I finish it

To your extermination squad

they call me the killer

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you

The guns will still make noise

As they are united they will die united

Bullets will run against you, bullets will run against you

The guns will still make noise

As they are united they will die united

The forewarned man is worth two

You have in your hands perhaps the

Only opportunity to prepare for

A disaster of imaginable

Proportions approaching fast

A disaster that changed the life of

All those who inhabit our planet

And they live disoriented Tempo and the Mexican

They are in this to guide you

GameOver!