Te Tiras, Te Tapas Lyrics – Daddy Yankee
Singer: Daddy Yankee
Title: Te Tiras, Te Tapas
Te Tiras, Te Tapas LyricsEl oido que escucha las amonestaciones de la vida
Entre los sabios morará
Quiere decir que el que sobrevive de la muerte
Y se aparta del mal, en sabio se convierte
Hay otros que piensan que vivieron por suerte
Que son inmortales
Cuando en este mundo
Todos vivimos por misericordia del Padre
Esa es la clara mas que el agua
Mantiendolo Real
Winchesta
Yo! Yo!
Porque te tira, te tapa
¿Donde esta el bulova?
De aquellos que dicen que te cuidan las espaldas
Te tira, te tapa
Son palabras ingratas
Aunque lleves chaleco, como quiera te penetran
Magnum y Beretta son suicidas
Angel de la Muerte te sigue aunque tu te escondas
La prenda de muerto y en Miami la ganga
Pueden ayudarte aunque de blanco tu te vista
No importan los miles de collares que te pongas
El unico que salva es el hijo del gran Jehova
La clara
Te tira, te tapa
¿Donde esta el bulova?
De aquellos que dicen que te cuidan las espaldas
Te tira, te tapa
Son palabras ingratas
Aunque lleves chaleco, como quiera te penetran
Me paro en el caserio, en una esquina
Veo los chamaquitos con pistola que se guillan
Pero nada de eso a Winchesta lo intimida
Lo unico en el mundo que la piel me atemoriza
Es aquella gente que en el punto ahi predican
Hablan sobre el mundo, la señal esta cumplida
Vendra el Mesias, se cumple la Profecía
De que Satanas pronto tiene la Tierra
Que no existe amigos en el mundo de la brega
Maldito el hombre que en otro hombre confía
Que toda hermandad proviene de las tinieblas
La clara
Tira, te tapa
¿Donde esta el bulova?
De aquellos que dicen que te cuidan las espaldas
Te tira, te tapa
Son palabras ingratas
Aunque lleves chaleco, como quiera te penetran
Oye esa es es la brisa, una cancion de balacera
Blah! Blah! Caes en la acera
Y sientes
Como tu alma se desprende de tu cuerpo
Una sabana blanca ensangrentada te cubre completo
Una linea amarilla la cual nadie puede pasar
Ves a tu madre llorando
Que te viene a identificar
Fiscal, policia
Hacen señal de tu levantamiento
Y no faltaban los reporteros del periodico sangriento
Ahi veras si tu alma se levanta
Para condenacion o salvacion
Si se dirige a la luz o las tinieblas
Oscuridad y claridad
Winchesta
Real…
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Te Tiras, Te Tapas – English Translation
You throw, you tapas lyricsel heard listening to the admonition of life
Among the wise dwell
He means that the one who survives of death
And he turns away from evil, in sage he becomes
There are others who think they lived luckily
That they are immortal
When in this world
We all lived by mercy of the Father
That is the clear more than water
Keeping it real.
Winchesta.
Me! Me!
Because you throw you, cover you
Where is the Bulova?
Of those who say that they take care of your back
You throw you, cover you
They are ungrateful words
Although you wear vest, as you want to penetrate you
Magnum and Beretta are suicidal
Angel of death follows you even if you hide
The pledge of dead and in Miami La Ganga
Can help you though white you visible
No matter the thousands of necklaces that you put
The only one who saves is the son of the great Jehovah
The egg white
You throw you, cover you
Where is the Bulova?
Of those who say that they take care of your back
You throw you, cover you
They are ungrateful words
Although you wear vest, as you want to penetrate you
I stop at the hamlet, in a corner
I see the champas with gun that is guirked
But none of that to Winchesta the intimidate
The only thing in the world that the skin frightens me
Is those people who in the point there preach
They talk about the world, the signal is fulfilled
It will come the Messias, the prophecy is fulfilled
That Satan soon has the earth
That there is no friends in the world of the Brega
Damn the man who in another man trusts
That all brotherhood comes from the darkness
The egg white
Strip, Top You
Where is the Bulova?
Of those who say that they take care of your back
You throw you, cover you
They are ungrateful words
Although you wear vest, as you want to penetrate you
Hey that is the breeze, a shooting song
BLAH! BLAH! Caes on the sidewalk
And you feel
As your soul comes off your body
A bloody white savanna
A yellow line which no one can pass
You see your mother crying
That she is going to identify you
Prosecutor, Police.
They make a sign of your lifting
And the reporters of the bloody newspaper did not miss
There you will see if your soul gets up
For condemnation or salvation
If you go to light or darkness
Darkness and clarity
Winchesta.
Real…
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Lyrics Daddy Yankee – Te Tiras, Te Tapas
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