Cuban Hip Hop Montuno - Cubanos en la Red

Man these bitches ain't on shit Man, I been popping, bitch just check my resume (League Of Starz) Hundred bands, times a hundred bands Can you get it?, ain't no running man Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch 'Cause I'm bigger and I'm better Keep a Smith & Wesson, we can do whatever, ayy You say you a boss, I know you a lame And that nigga ugly, what the fuck you saying? You ain't getting money girl, you need a plan You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand I'm a real bitch, I just be getting bands Spend and get it back and I split it with my mans That money in my hands, put it right on your head Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do this shit again, ayy Fuck a role, we speak facts If a lame bitch talking I won't even speak back Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back Pop up on 'em make a bitch see that, ayy Fuck all them niggas, we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Ayy, I'm a real bitch I can't fake shit You a fucking pussy you don't say shit You just figured it out, bruh, you late bitch You a broke bitch you ain't got no bands to play with Somewhere out in Cali', do the dash in a spaceship You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't shit You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch, you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us Fuck all them niggas, we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Bitch bands, bands, gon' fuck up the dashboard Bitches want problems, we gon' give 'em what they ask for That's what this cash for, I need that like a landlord You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on 'em Bitch why you lying?, you ain't never got no cash hoe Hoe, you nigga why you trying to act tough?, ain't no straps on you Bitches turned their back, yeah it's cool, I just stacked on 'em I was getting money way before I seen rap money Them hoes hate together when that check end But bitch you more broke than your best friend That chop right beside me like my best man Fuck a wedding when it ring watch her head split You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Still living with your mama, you ain't hopped off your ass

Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Este ritmo agita poco a poco Tiene pica pica y también saoco (¿por qué será?) Porque ha nacido del vientre del Caribe Y el mundo recibe Todo el calor que trae el son montuno Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Hace maravillas en la gente De jaleo y fiesta es la fuente (¿por qué será?) Porque creció en el trópico candente De amores ardientes Y es el calor que trae el son montuno Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien No tiene fronteras (es libre) Ni tiene banderas (de todos) Es tumbao de calle y de hermandad Es de ron y azúcar (melao) De caña y carreta (bregao) Es sudor de pueblo hecho canción Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Tiene yunfa y tiene saoco, también Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Calor y sabor de mi tierra Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Ay, qué bárbaro mi montuno Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien A bailar, a bailar, a gozar, a gozar Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Ay-ay-ay, qué bueno está este tumbao Óyelo Báilalo Óyelo Báilalo No tiene fronteras (es libre) Ni tiene banderas (de todos) Es tumbao de calle y de hermandad Es de ron y azúcar (melao) De caña y carreta (bregao) Es sudor de pueblo hecho canción Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Ay, qué rico, qué sabroso este guajeo del monte Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Que hace maravillas en la gente Óyelo y vívelo, y baila este montuno bien Todos bailan con el montuno El montuno, el montuno (montuno) Todos bailan con el montuno El montuno El montuno Con el montuno me voy Me voy, me voy, me voy Con el montuno me voy Ay, me voy, me voy, me voy Con el montuno me voy Con el montuno, el montuno me voy Con el montuno me voy Me voy

Ya está dicho, está hecho en la sangre De todos los criminales Del grupo de Cypress Hill ¡Pa' que sepan! Estamos en tu cara otra vez Y no nos vamos a ir en tu? I do it to ya all like in your earhole, cuz I'ma "Goodfella" just like De Niro, punk I'm a ten, you just a fucking zero, huh I get your woman off like Robbie Shapiro, what? You want jellyroll son, I'm a hero, oh You're on your knees on my dick like a clit hoe then You say you hate me but you follow my career though huh Wanna see a trick? I make you disappear yo, yo I make it hotter than a fuckin' inferno Wanna test you comin' up shorter than DeVito I'll scar your face when I cut you like Pacino You gamble with your life inside of my Casino Hold up I'm runnin' shit just like Gambino I got the hogs sweatin' more than Bob Barino I switch tongue cuando estás en mi camino Then I switch it back cuz in that style I swing yo' Beat your head like a drum yeah, a todo ritmo I sit back simply pretend I'm Ringo Slay you any style yeah whatever type of lingo I'm a natural killer like Tarantino, yeah Run your mouth, with your chest out Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit Call me breakin' think you know my nigga Dino With the Ratpack nigga sippin' on vino I give it to you double XXL like Chino I'm the eastsidah who's reppin' Angelino's I know you trippin' but I'm due another single, ha Treat the music like my honey got a wrinkle, yeah I'm the mushroom making people tickle You couldn't hang with a joint from Domingo's So, you gotta make room when you hear my jingle Like I crack your head with the bat, big Bambino style (boohya) You smoked out there in San Bernadino We fuck shit up with the hardcore estilo Bandido, light your lighter then a kilo I'm Megatron got you wet like a Primo Cancerous rhyme now that you needin' chemo Peace to my fam out in El Cerrino That's right punk, it's the soul asesino Better watch your back, who's pilin' up cochinos? Run your mouth, with your chest out Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit Run your mouth, with your chest out Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit Killin' niggas like a Sicilian named Gino When your numbers up all my nigga yell regal You a fine woman, was a fine Filipino, then She looked good in the black Benzino, yeah Yo' style's not yours like Doritos With the fabulous fall just like the Beatles Platinum dust oh now you wanna sprinkle, well I clown niggas much more than Melenko's, heh For all the wild ones and all my vecinos Never get your ass caught up with a stank hoe Pussy weigh deeper than a big fucking cinco Don't be mad I'm lookin out for my amigo You wanna copy my style? go to Kinko's Watch me, I'm reloaded, just like Carlito My style so dope they should label it illegal You want beef? then I call my nigga Steve-o Whip your ass up just like Niccoleo Sayin' my name burst your mark like Tapatío, punk You can't deal with it, you can't deal with it You can't deal with it, it's Cypress Hill with it Run your mouth, with your chest out Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit Run your mouth, with your chest out Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit That's right comepingas, mira, óyeme Te voy a decir una cosa: el Capitán Pingaloca No juega a ningún juego ¿sabes qué? ¡Voy a venir con el machete a cortarte la cabeza hijo de puta! No me gustan estos maricones que vienen por aquí Con el pecho saca'o, hablando cosas mierdas. Mira, maricón, te corto el corazón y me lo como Y despues me echo un mojón con tu comida Jajaja pa' que sepas, así son las cosas ¿Cómo se dice? ¡Revolución compadre!

部屋には紅色の壁に架けたロザリオと 散らばる花びら香るここに君が居ない ベルベットのソファーの上で目蓋下ろした灰の夢は静かに ローカル映画笑う意味はスクリーンに映し出した君 月型のランプは今も紅く照らしてる さよなら... 大好きなビビアン香る君が浮かぶ 洗面台に飾り付けた香水 白黒の写真は泣いてる 目に見える物だけが全てで理由なんて何もないさ Cut down your discomfort wings 染み付いてる Cut down your discomfort wings 届かない明日をみて 出来たばかりの教会賛美歌を歌う子供 目の前を通る度に俺の心は叫んだ 忘れる事はない今も過去もこれからも 信じる者だけが救われるの? 馬鹿にしてる 回り回り回り続けるメリーゴーランドには君が Why can't we be perfect? 汗ばんだ手の中で握る君の写真とアイスピック Why can't it be? 回り回り回り続けるメリーゴーランドには君が枯れてる 汗ばんだ手の中で握る君の写真とアイスピック Cut down your discomfort wings もっと自由に Cut down your discomfort wings 扉は閉ざしたまま