Corre La Voz Lyrics – Lito & Polaco
Singer: Lito & Polaco
Title: Corre La Voz
Yo, this is Lito MC Cassidy
Representando a La Industria
(Woooo!) 1-9-9-8
Come on, ya…
Come on, yo…
Sin temor a morir
Sin temor a morir, it’s on ya’
Sin temor a morir
Sin temor a morir, it’s on
Corre la voz, corre la voz
Que Bebe es un tecato
Y de La Industria es un mamon, ya
Corre la voz, corre la voz
Que Baby Shabba despreció pues mujeres wipio
“The World is Mine” como Montana
To’ el que a mi me tira en mi bolas hace campanas
Llevo Mariajuana presente en la semana
Porque me empila, me motiva y me llena de ganas
Check-It, no es mi culpa si Bebe es un “Teki”
Si juega con drogas como si fuera un Confetti
Rasta, si se trata de Renacer
Yo soy tu “Taita”
Dizke cojo un buche de “Alcallao”
Pporque me hartas, m#th*rf#ck*r
Polaco es el que mata
1 punto 50
Matando ratas, matando ratas, matando ratas
Yo! Yo!
Baby Shabba, por una palitroque te trepabas
Y cantabas, solamente eso cobrabas
Baby Shabba, Baby Shabba
Por un cigarrillo tu wipiabas
Y te arrodillabas pidiendo daga
Y te cagabas
Cuando el Polaco te hablaba
Y te advertía
Que si te metías no verías el sol salir
De “Un Nuevo Día”
Y a sangre fría
El Oso Polar le mete, reparto fuete
Y me lo maman Los Jinetes
Sin temor a morir
Sin temor a morir, it’s on ya’
Sin temor a morir
Sin temor a morir, it’s on
Corre la voz, corre la voz
Que Bebe es un tecato
Y de La Industria es un mamon, ya
Corre la voz, corre la voz
Que Baby Shabba despreció pues mujeres wipio
Yo! Te digo
Isla casino
Del Hip-Hop soy la prisión de Ginni Florentino
Cuellos figos
Y prosigo
No pueden conmigo
Luchar contra mi es como un gato contra un Pit-Bull
Siente el impulse-pull canta
MC Cassidy el Rey de la música hampa
Bebe, Nieto y Faze, Industrial es la trampa
Ser Jinetes, no los convierte en bandoleros
Sino en cuatreros
Sientan la lirica duplex
Mortal, de este mosquetero
Se quedan en cero, when is Time To Kill
Voy partiendo caras, como rompe aros Shaquille
El Notty se quedo en un viaje
Por rumores del Mansion Crew
Que su culo, era una estación de peaje
So f#ck that!
Llegaron los reyes del Hip-Hop
Lito MC Cassidy y el Pola
El Pola… Aight… Yo, Yo Yo! C’mon!
Corre la voz, corre la voz
Que Bebe es un tecato
Y de La Industria es un mamon, ya
Corre la voz, corre la voz
Que Baby Shabba despreció pues mujeres wipio
Sin temor a morir
Sin temor a morir, it’s on ya’
Sin temor a morir
Sin temor a morir, it’s on
Lito MC Cassidy
Y el Pola
Para DJ Frank
It’s Time To Kill
OG Black en la casa
Yeah, yeah!
Aight (Word is bond!)
f#ck That!
Yeah…
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Corre La Voz – English Translation
I, This Is Lito Mc Cassidy
Representing the industry
(Woooo!) 1-9-9-8
Come on, and …
Come on, I …
Without fear of dying
Without fear of dying, it’s on already ‘
Without fear of dying
Without fear of dying, it’s on
He runs his voice, the voice runs
What baby is a tecato
And from the industry is a Mamon,
He runs his voice, the voice runs
What Baby Shabba despised Women Wipio
“The World is Mine” as Montana
To ‘who throws me in my balls makes bells
I carry Mariajuana present in the week
Because he stretches me, it motivates me and it fills me with desire
Check-it, it’s not my fault if you drink is a “teki”
If he plays with drugs as if he were a confetti
Rasta, if it’s about reborn
I am your “Taita”
Dizke I take a buche of “Alcorea”
PAKE ME HARMS, m#th*rf#ck*r
Polish is the one that kills
1 point 50.
Killing rats, killing rats, killing rats
Me! Me!
Baby Shabba, for a palitroque you climbed
And sang, just that you charge
Baby Shabba, Baby Shabba
By a cigarette your wipiabas
And you kneel you asking for dagger
And you shitted
When the Polish spoke to you
And he warned you
That if you got you would not see the sun go out
Of “A new day”
And cold-blooded
The polar bear puts you, cast be
And they mamn the riders
Without fear of dying
Without fear of dying, it’s on already ‘
Without fear of dying
Without fear of dying, it’s on
He runs his voice, the voice runs
What baby is a tecato
And from the industry is a Mamon,
He runs his voice, the voice runs
What Baby Shabba despised Women Wipio
Me! I say to you
Casino island
Of Hip-Hop I am the prison of Ginni Florentino
Collars figures
And Prostigo.
They can not with me
Fight against me is like a cat against a pit-bull
Feel the impulse-pull sings
MC Cassidy The King of Music Hampa
Baby, grandson and Faze, Industrial is the trap
Be riders, do not make them bandits
But in Cuatreros
Feose the Duplex Lirica
Deadly, from this musketeer
They stay at zero, when is time to kill
I go home, like Break Rompe Shaquille
The Notty stayed on a trip
By rumors of the Mansion Crew
That his ass, was a toll station
So f#ck That!
The kings of Hip-Hop arrived
Lito Mc Cassidy and the Pola
The Pola … Aight … Me, I! C’MON!
He runs his voice, the voice runs
What baby is a tecato
And from the industry is a Mamon,
He runs his voice, the voice runs
What Baby Shabba despised Women Wipio
Without fear of dying
Without fear of dying, it’s on already ‘
Without fear of dying
Without fear of dying, it’s on
Lito Mc Cassidy.
And the pole.
For DJ Frank.
It’s Time to Kill
Og black in the house
Yeah, yeah!
AHT (Word is Bond!)
f#ck That!
Yeah …
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Lyrics Lito & Polaco – Corre La Voz
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