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Solo Contra Todos Ustedes by Tempo (original lyric)



Yeah, man!
Boricuas NY!
What's up!
No respect!
Saben mi nombre ya!
Come On!

Empiezo la accion
Con el uno dos, uno dos
Hey yo, quien tiene mas flow que yo?
Master Joe esta muerto en vida con los bimbasos
No sufras mas, pana mio, y pegate un balazo
Dile al negro que te haga el favor y que en paz descanse
Pa mandarte una corona en el nombre de David Sanchez
Y la otra corona es de mi gente de corazon
Que vale aquel para el mayor alicaton
Come on!
Tienen el piso olimpico
O los ataques de nerviosismo
Los francotiradores se apuntan ellos mismos
Mueran por su egoismo, mamabichos
Y por el poder que contrae en mi ritmo
Yo soy el mismo
Que vista y calza
Tempo
El que fuma pasto
En Boricuas NY
Causando impacto
En coneccion
Cruzando el charco de Nueva York
A Puerto Rico
Poniendo a mamar a Polaco y Lito

Yo
Solo contra todos ustedes
Tempo
En boricuas en New York
What's up
Cuantos me van a tirar
Uh-huh!
Tiren y demen promocion
Yo
Solo contra todos ustedes
Tempo
En boricuas en New York
What's up
Cuantos mas van a tirar
Uh-huh!
Tiren y demen promocion

El escuadron no existe
Ya murieron por payasos
Cojieron cantasos
Y quieren probar balazos
Ya nadie les hace caso
La gente se rie de ustedes
Ya nadie los quiere
No tienen fanaticos ni mujeres
Pobre Master
Le quedan pocos dias de vida
Se ve flaco y por desgaste fisico
Ya ni respira
Pobre Bruno
Se va a quedar solo en la guerra
Uno a uno
Tu y yo
Y te voy hacer comer tierra
Mono, toma
Aqui tienes tu guineo de bono
No tienes lirica
Nunca podras sentarte en mi trono
El culo te como a ti
Y a los que me tiren
A los que apoyen al escuadron
Y a los que mal me miren
Tanto hablar de francotiradores
Apuntaron mal
Estaban asustaos
Que clase de jodedores
No tienen cojones
No hablen de valores
Si no hay corazones
Mamones son mi genero
Nada componen

Yo
Solo contra todos ustedes
Tempo
En boricuas en New York
What's up
Cuantos me van a tirar
Uh-huh!
Tiren y demen promocion
Yo
Solo contra todos ustedes
Tempo
En boricuas en New York
What's up
Cuantos mas van a tirar
Uh-huh!
Tiren y demen promocion

Este mensaje llega por correo, el mensajero
Tu no tienes actitud para ser rapero
Primero deja de mirarte tanto en el espejo
Tienes que ser real y dejar de actuar tan pendejo
Estas en un viaje de lindo y yo de feo
Esta bien
Pero no salgas actuando de cartero en un video
Dejandome ver
Y al el gatiendole al escuadron del panic
Montandose en un barco que se undio como el titanic
I smoke blunts
Y Nicky, tu por una 'X' das el ano
Maricon, gusano
Imitas bien a Mexicano
Te gusta tirar la piedra y esconder la mano
Te lo juro te voy hacer cantos, y yo no juro en vano
Lo que va a quedar de ti y de Yankee va a ser historia
Cuando los meta en el baul de un Gran Victoria
Y los tiren
En el mundo de los riscos de Cayey
Quien es el rey del rap
Respeten la ley

Pa' que tu veas!
Ecko!
Boricuas NY, man!
You cant f*** with us!
Come on! Come on!
F*** you, man!
Jodanse!
Mueranse solos!
No respect!

Solo Contra Todos Ustedes by Tempo (english translation)



Yeah, man!
Boricuas NY!
What's up!
No respect!
You know my name already!
Come On!

I start the action
With the one two, one two
Hey me, who has more flow than me?
Master Joe is dead in life with the bimbasos
Do not suffer more, pana mio, and pegate a bullet
Tell the black man to do you the favor and rest in peace
To send you a crown in the name of David Sanchez
And the other crown is of my people of heart
That is worth the one for the biggest alicaton
Come on!
They have the Olympic floor
Or nervousness attacks
Snipers target themselves
Die for your selfishness, mamabichos
And for the power that contracts in my rhythm
I am the same
What to wear and wear
Tempo
The one who smokes grass
In Boricuas NY
Causing impact
In connection
Crossing the New York puddle
To Puerto Rico
Putting to suck to Pole and Lito

I
Only against all of you
Tempo
In Puerto Ricans in New York
What's up
How many are going to throw me
Uh-huh!
Throw and demen promotion
I
Only against all of you
Tempo
In Puerto Ricans in New York
What's up
The more they will throw
Uh-huh!
Throw and demen promotion

The squadron does not exist
They already died for clowns
They took cantasos
And they want to try bullets
Nobody is paying any attention to them
People laugh at you
Nobody wants them anymore
They do not have fans or women
Poor Master
He has a few days left to live
He looks skinny and because of physical wear
I do not even breathe
Poor Bruno
He is going to be alone in the war
One by one
You and I
And I'm going to make you eat earth
Monkey, take
Here you have your bonus guineo
You do not have lyric
You can never sit on my throne
The ass I like you
And to those who throw me
To those who support the squadron
And those who look badly at me
So much talk about snipers
Pointed wrong
They were scary
What kind of fuckers
They do not have balls
Do not talk about values
If there are no hearts
Mamones are my gender
Nothing make up

I
Only against all of you
Tempo
In Puerto Ricans in New York
What's up
How many are going to throw me
Uh-huh!
Throw and demen promotion
I
Only against all of you
Tempo
In Puerto Ricans in New York
What's up
The more they will throw
Uh-huh!
Throw and demen promotion

This message arrives by mail, the messenger
You do not have the attitude to be a rapper
First stop looking at yourself so much in the mirror
You have to be real and stop acting so stupid
You are on a journey of cute and ugly me
It's okay
But do not leave acting as a postman in a video
Leaving to see
And when he catches the panic squadron
Riding on a ship that ran like the titanic
I smoke blunts
And Nicky, you for an 'X' you give the anus
Maricon, worm
You imitate Mexicano well
You like to throw the stone and hide the hand
I swear I'll make you songs, and I do not swear in vain
What will remain of you and Yankee will be history
When you put them in the trunk of a Great Victory
And throw them away
In the world of the cliffs of Cayey
Who is the king of rap
Respect the law

Pa 'that you see!
Ecko!
Boricuas NY, man!
You cant f *** with us!
Come on! Come on!
F *** you, man!
Fuck!
Die alone!
No respect!




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