Puro Arguende Lyrics – Ñengo El Quetzal
Singer: Ñengo El Quetzal
Title: Puro Arguende
Saca la bolsita, con mi droga te vomitas
No te metas a mi barrio si te llevas y te agüitas
Si te pones y te quitas, te saludan y te excitas
Métele más empeño y un poco más de ganitas
Dos cachetadas, patada y te sales
Tú Lucerito, yo soy Mijares
Me agarran pintando los Federales
La que le gustaba a Mario Bezares
Tú no eres de barrio, conozco a tu gente fresa
Yo nací bien oso, tú naciste presa
Así es la vida, te da la sorpresa
Tú sacaste rolas, yo monté una empresa
Y llegan los de Quema y tu pista la mean
Llegan los derrumbes, tu cara patean
Pum-pum vean, chapulinean
No es cantar de calle, es que te la crean
Puro argüende
Tu culo barato se vende
Todo depende, guacha y aprende
Una chucha güerera que en breve me entiende
Es tu patrón los que son mis empleados
Yo me paré y ustedes rezagados
Ah, ¿qué chingados? ¿Qué está pasando?
Micro encendido (Probando, probando)
Puro desmadre sonando
Mi gente está puesta para ir a accionar
Mejor que no estén chingando
La orquesta está puesta pa’l metal sonar, normal
Son puro guerrero sin un argüendero
Llegamos sin pedos, se va a alucinar
No hay pedo y sinceros, somos un verguero
Puro callejero, llegamos pa’ zumbar, carnal (Zimple)
Las rolas son para que mi clicón se prenda
Un toquezón pegando el roll por donde venga
Está cabrón que lo material no sorprenda
Si nos juzgaron, arre, nomás que se atengan
Porque la neta, de huevos, no miro quién nos detenga
Varón aquel que su palabra la sostenga
Aquí los tacos más caros son los de lengua
Los argüenderos terminan pidiendo tregua
Nosotros somos la verga, perros, hablo de los mexas
El rap malandro está en la calle, no está en EXA
Donde el Quetzal y yo tenemos nuestra raza
Mañana vemos a ver qué chingados pasa
Chapala es mi casa a partir del 97
Donde por el 2007 comenzó todo el conecte
Después de los 20 un .380 era mi cuete
Por si alguien se compromete y no sabe con quién se mete
Puro desmadre sonando
Mi gente está puesta para ir a accionar
Mejor que no estén chingando
La orquesta está puesta pa’l metal sonar, normal
Son puro guerrero sin un argüendero
Llegamos sin pedos, se va a alucinar
No hay pedo y sinceros, somos un verguero
Puro callejero, llegamos pa’ zumbar, carnal
Pam-pam, no saben qué está pasando
Quítese a la verga que las vergas ‘tán pasando
Aténgase, compa, y le rompen la trompa
Aquí tu rapeo no se mide con la ropa
Puñeta, listo para el trompón con fekas
Esto no cataloguen, esto es rap a secas
Yo desde que compongo no paré
Yo ya no saco bombas, yo saco pie–
–Zas, te tropiezas y empiezas de nuevo
Salir del hoyo me ha costado un huevo
Vergueros quisieron tumbarnos, ‘tá cabrón
Yo como Ritchie Valens, muero arriba del avión
Yo, yo para que me paren, no pueden ni con el party
Disparo como safari, saben que llegó su daddy
Tú para que me cales, no puedes si no te sale
Llegaron los Mente Sucia con mis carnales González
Puro desmadre sonando
Mi gente está puesta para ir a accionar
Mejor que no estén chingando
La orquesta está puesta pa’l metal sonar, normal
Puro pinche argüende
Shh
Es el Zimple, la Mente Sucia Clan
Es el Zimple y el Quetzal, con Dj Blasty
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Puro Arguende – English Translation
Take out the bag, with my drug you vomit you
Do not mess to my neighborhood if you take and agüitas
If you get and take away, they greet you and excite you
Put more effort and a little more cattle
Two slapping, kick and go out
You Lucerito, I am Mijares
They grab me painting the federals
The one that Mario Bezares liked
You are not from a neighborhood, I know your strawberry people
I was born a good bear, you were born prey
This is life, it gives you surprise
You took rolas, I rode a company
And the burning and your track arrive
The landslides arrive, your face kicks
Pum-pum see, chapulinean
It is not singing from the street, they create it
Pure Argüende
Your cheap #ss is sold
Everything depends, guacha and learn
A güerera chucha that soon understands me
It is your employer who are my employees
I stopped and you lagging
Ah, what f#ck? What’s going on?
Micro ignition (testing, testing)
Pure riot sounding
My people are put to act
Better that they are not f#cking
The orchestra is put in the sonar, normal
They are pure warrior without an argüendero
We arrive without farts, it will be hallucinated
There are no fart and sincere, we are a shame
Street pure, we arrive pa ‘zumbar, carnal (zimple)
The songs are for my click to get on
A touch hitting the roll wherever it comes
Is b#stard that the material does not surprise
If they judged us, regret, just attempt
Because the net, eggs, I don’t look who stops us
Male that your word holds it
Here the most expensive tacos are those of Language
The argues end up asking for truce
We are the c#ck, dogs, I speak of the mexas
The rap malandro is on the street, it is not in exa
Where Quetzal and I have our race
Tomorrow we see to see what f#cking
Chapala is my house from 97
Where all the connect began in 2007
After 20 a .380 was my cuete
In case someone commits and does not know who gets
Pure riot sounding
My people are put to act
Better that they are not f#cking
The orchestra is put in the sonar, normal
They are pure warrior without an argüendero
We arrive without farts, it will be hallucinated
There are no fart and sincere, we are a shame
Pure street, we arrive pa ‘zumbar, carnal
Pam-pam, they don’t know what is happening
Take off the c#ck that the dicks’ passing
Attach, compa, and break the tube
Here your rapper is not measured with clothes
Puñeta, ready for the trumpon with fekas
This does not catalog, this is dry to dry
Since I compose I didn’t stop
I no longer take bombs, I take foot –
–Zas, you stumble and start again
Leaving the hole has cost me an egg
Vergueros wanted to lie down, ‘tá b#stard
I like Ritchie Valens, I die above the plane
I, for me to stop me, can’t even with the party
Shooting as Safari, they know that his daddy arrived
You to get me, you can’t if you don’t get out
The dirty mind arrived with my carnals González
Pure riot sounding
My people are put to act
Better that they are not f#cking
The orchestra is put in the sonar, normal
Pure Pinche Argüende
SHH
It is the zimple, the dirty clan mind
It is the Zimple and the Quetzal, with DJ Blaster
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Lyrics Ñengo El Quetzal – Puro Arguende
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