All Crew Freestyle Lyrics – Tony Touch
Singer: Tony Touch
Title: All Crew Freestyle
Diablo, Así, así
Yo…
I don’t give a f#ck!
Yeah…
We’re going straight off the Gun with this one
Representando (Yeah!)
Con mi gente
Mexicano
Guatauba!
Puerto Rico!
Gua-Ta-U-Ba
Gua-Ta-U-Ba
Yeah, they are kids got me fed
Trying mantain
And road hell like a Tread
I’m Melaza in Cocoa upon the line instead
Check out the bed
As I mantain the trend
I’m coming thru Freestyles in off the head
One time yeah
And I cuff you dead
One time yeah
And I cuff you dead
Guatauba, In the house Carolina
Chillin with my man, now we’re in the Beamer
Off the dome, I’m puffed hit the Home road
Leave me alone
Now meet my homeboy
Mexicano
Mexicano
Mexicano
Mexicano
Pudrición
Pudrición
Pudrición, Pudrición
No hay localización
Los guardias en el campo ‘tan sintiendo presión
Pudrición, Pudrición
No hay localización
El FBI lo que dicen que entrarán en acción
Yeah
Guatauba
En la casa
Melaza
Sabes que este es Alberto que le canta a la girla
Mueve tu cuerpo
Mueve tu cuerpo
Mueve tu cuerpo
Mueve tu cuerpo
Ay Dios mio
Mira que la girla tiene que mover su cuerpo
Eh-Ihh-Hey
Si las yales bailan
Yankee improvisa
Para todas ellas se mueven, sure
Yankee le canta
Guatauba sigue potente
Yo soy demente
Entra Daddy Yankee con estilo
Para que tu veas amigo, no tengo enemigos
Pero si te metes, yo te liquido
Este es Daddy Yankee que sigo improviso
Un saludo a la gente de Guatauba
Yankee improvisa así que
Mira la Uba no la cogen
Yankee, ahora sin cojones
Para que tu veas, mira nunca te incomodes
Un saludo a Chezina que viene detrás
Es el Daddy Yankee no lo puedes olvidar
Escucha
Como es que ya
Comenta
Dicen no es como es
Que venga, me gusta que to’ el mundo lo sepa
Cada vez que el Don Chezina le canta
Oyeme, como es que con eso nunca meto feka
Oyeme, como es que con eso nunca meto feka
Siempre te digo con la clara, say
Guanabana-simpri
Guanabana-simpri
Guanabana-simpri, guanabana-simpri
Guanabana-simpri, guanabana-simpri, say
Es Don Chezineri’
Es Don Chezineri’
Es Don Chezineri’
Chezina-le-can-Chezina-le can
Chezina-le can-Chezina-le canta
Oyeme, como es que da
Como el Don Chezina le canta
Oyeme, como es que da
Como el Don Chezina le canta
Oyeme, como es que da
Como el Don Chezina le canta
Muchos tratan pero no podrán con Guatauba
Oyeme, como es que comienza el Huracán
Remember that
Canta, a ver dile ya
Nos fuimo’ a la Flain’
Guanabana-fumo a la ves que don’t play this
Es Don Chezineri’
Es Don Chezineri’
Es Don Chezineri’
Yo soy peor que la Bomba de Hiroshima
Y el enemigo ni en la esquina
When they do not talk, I got the Babilla
Y un virado, mira yo lo deje en la cola
Limpia tu gun
Si eres enemigo y un masti-cabron
El que te canta para ti es Pirin Blunt (Pirin Blunt)
Tira pa’ que veas como entro en acción (Pirin Blunt)
Scion, Scion, me tell dem
Me preguntan si soy Rasta, say (Boricua!)
Rasta pero no uso Dreads
Pongo en action mi meditation
Para así sacar una nueva melody, me tell dem say
Algunos me dicen que soy un badman, Yup!
Otros me dicen que soy un Rudeboy
Me tell dem, watch out
I murder you
I murder them
I murder him now
They come again and wise, girla me utta’
And show they want when police man se acerca
Gua-Ta-U-Ba
Gua-Ta-U-Ba
Manolo!
Turn that piece of sh#t!
Who long to term the new Gun
Who long to term the new Gun
Who long to term the new Gun
He’s! To the Guatauba!
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All Crew Freestyle – English Translation
Devil, like that,
Me…
I do not give to f#ck!
Yeah …
We’re Going Straight Off The Gun with This One
Representing (Yeah!)
With my people
Mexican
Guatauca!
Puerto Rico!
Gua-ta-u-ba
Gua-ta-u-ba
Yeah, they are kids got me fed
Trying Mantain
AND ROAD HELL LIKE A TREAD
I’m Melaza in Cocoa Upon The Line Instead
Check out the bed
As i mantain the trend
I’m Coming Thru Freestyles In Off The Head
One Time Yeah.
And I Cuff You Dead
One Time Yeah.
And I Cuff You Dead
Guatauca, in the house carolina
Chillin with My Man, Now We’re in the Beamer
Off The Dome, I’m Puffed Hit The Home Road
Leave me alone
Now Meet My Homeboy
Mexican
Mexican
Mexican
Mexican
Decay
Decay
Rotting, rot
There is no location
The guards in the field ‘so feeling pressure
Rotting, rot
There is no location
The FBI what they say they will enter into action
Yeah
Guatauca
At home
Molasses
You know that this is Alberto that sings to the Girla
Move your body
Move your body
Move your body
Move your body
Oh Lord
Look that the girla has to move his body
Eh-ihh-hey
If the yales dance
Yankee improvisa.
For all of them they move, Sure
Yankee Sing him.
Guatauca remains powerful
I am demented
Enters Daddy Yankee stylish
So that you can see friend, I do not have enemies
But if you get, I liquidated
This is Daddy Yankee I’m still improvised
Greetings to the people of Guatauca
Yankee improvises so
Look at the UBA, do not take it
Yankee, now without balls
For you to see, look never uncomfortable
A greeting to Chezina coming back
Is the daddy yankee you can not forget
Listen
How is it already
Commentary
They say it’s not like it’s
That comes, I like that to ‘the world knows
Every time the Don Chezina sings
Hey, how is that with that I never put feka
Hey, how is that with that I never put feka
I always tell you with the clear, say
Guanabana-Simpri.
Guanabana-Simpri.
Guanabana-Simpri, Guanabana-Simpri
Guanabana-Simple, Guanabana-Simpri, Say
It’s Don Chezineri ‘
It’s Don Chezineri ‘
It’s Don Chezineri ‘
Chezina-le-Can-Chezina-le Can
Chezina-le Can-Chezina-sings
Hey, how is it
As the don chezina sings
Hey, how is it
As the don chezina sings
Hey, how is it
As the don chezina sings
Many try but they will not be able to with guatauca
Hey, how is the hurricane?
Remember That.
Sing, to see tell him already
We left us ‘to La Flain’
Guanabana-smoke to the time that do not play this
It’s Don Chezineri ‘
It’s Don Chezineri ‘
It’s Don Chezineri ‘
I am worse than Hiroshima’s bomb
And the enemy nor in the corner
WHEN THEY DO NOT TALK, I GOT The Babilla
And a turned, look, I leave it in the queue
Clean your gun.
If you are enemy and a masti-cabron
The one who sings you for you is Pirin Blunt (Pirin Blunt)
Pull you see how you enter Action (Pirin Blunt)
Scion, Scion, Me Tell Dem
They ask me if I’m Rasta, Say (Boricua!)
Rasta but I do not use Dreads
I put in action my meditation
In order to take a new melody, Me Tell Dem Say
Some tell me I’m a badman, yup!
Others tell me that I am a rudeboy
Me Tell Dem, Watch Out
I Murder You
I Murder Them
I Murder Him Now
They eat again and wise, Girla Utta ‘
AND SHOW THEY WANT WHEN POLICE MAN approaches
Gua-ta-u-ba
Gua-ta-u-ba
Manolo!
Turn That Piece of sh#t!
WHO LONG TO TERM THE NEW GUN
WHO LONG TO TERM THE NEW GUN
WHO LONG TO TERM THE NEW GUN
He’s! To the guatauca!
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Lyrics Tony Touch – All Crew Freestyle
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