Dyablo — Don Dyablo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Don Dyablo" by Dyablo.
Lyrics
En este juego y en cualquiera
siempre atacan al que esta arriba
por la ambicion y el temor inventan estupideces
y no saben lo que hacen
soy Don Dyablo, el Profeta, orgullo guerrillero
Es el poder y el dinero lo que mueve al mundo
de traicioneros y hocicones esta lleno el mundo
pues el valiente vive hasta que el cobarde quiere
y el pescado por su pinche puta boca muere
descocerte los huevos antes de que abras la boca
robas mi estilo eres chueco, eres rata loca
eras la copia de los delincuentes ya cambiaste
eres la copia del Profeta puto me copiaste
yo nunca te falte al respeto mas ponte trucha
porque el Dyablo esta encabronado y hasta anda suelto
practica bien mi estilo puto perro mal nacido
te di la mano la mordiste mal agradecido
pues me jurabas que no eras bajo mundo
pues lambes huevos mal te ira de eso sabes te lo juro
yo soy de sangre azteca, orgullo guerrillero
soy el padrino de este estilo y no soy traicionero
Que quien, que yo, que soy Don Dyablo y que
por hocicon y lambe huevos puto te ataque
que quien, que tu, que el, que yo no fui
te hagas pendejo solo tienes celos tu de mi
por una traicion, por pendejada y media
por imitarme a mi me demostraste vales mierda
mi orgullo es guerrillero, tu eres el embustero
eres bastardo y culero perro traicionero
La ejecucion de una cancion es tu pinche excusa
difamacion solo blasfemas ahora ponte trucha
tu no existias en el mapa, eres ojete eres solapa
mantente al margen porque el Dyablo ataca
que porque tengo lo tu querias
porque yo soy lo que tu querias ser
la destruccion de todos esos pinches impostores
resureccion de todos esos putos como tu tienes 10 aos en este negocio
tengo 2 aos yo en este negocio
ahora dime quien te abrio a ti las puertas
no te confundas dije puertas no de quien te abrio las patas
esta no es tu cancion, es un recordatorio
no digas pendejadas que te mando al purgatorio
todo mundo me ataca, el Dyablo se te escapa
pero me ven en carne viva y se ponen a gatas
Que quien, que yo, que soy Don Dyablo y que
por hocicon y lambe huevos puto te ataque
que quien, que tu, que el, que yo no fui
te hagas pendejo solo tienes celos tu de mi
por una traicion, por pendejada y media
por imitarme a mi me demostraste vales mierda
mi orgullo es guerrillero, tu eres el embustero
eres bastardo y culero perro traicionero
En este juego todos quieren tumbar al de arriba
todos siguen al lider necesitan de su guia
podran copiarme mis palabras, podran copiarme mis estilos
pero comprar mi gente ni con tiros
porque mi gente siempre ha sido fiel
yo todo se los debo eso tambien yo lo se
soy un guerrero, soy azteca
y aunque les arda el culo seguire siendo yo el dueo de discos Profeta
este es mi estilo y marca registrada
no sirves pa’nada te operas los huevos, eres mandilon
te pega tu hyna tumbada por mas que practiques tu nunca podras
tu ser como yo, tener lo que yo, actuar como yo, pensar como yo, vivir como yo,
no porque no tienes lo que necesitas
para vender usas mi estilo y homie te me aguitas
si quieres guerra simplemente te la voy a dar
y si me ofendes solo espera lo que va a pasar
Que quien, que yo, que soy Don Dyablo y que
por hocicon y lambe huevos puto te ataque
que quien, que tu, que el, que yo no fui
te hagas pendejo solo tienes celos tu de mi
por una traicion, por pendejada y media
por imitarme a mi me demostraste vales mierda
mi orgullo es guerrillero, tu eres el embustero
eres bastardo y culero perro traicionero
Lyrics translation
In this game and in any
they always attack the one upstairs.
because of ambition and fear they invent stupidities
and they don't know what they're doing
I am Don Dyablo, the Prophet, guerrilla pride
It's power and money that moves the world
the world is full of traitors and snouts
for the brave man lives till the coward wants
and the fish by his fucking mouth dies
untie your eggs before you open your mouth
you steal my style you're a pig, you're a crazy rat
you were the copy of the criminals and you changed
you're the copy of the fucking Prophet you copied me
I never disrespect you but put on Trout
'cause the Dyablo's pissed off and he's even loose.
practice my fucking bad dog style well
I shook your hand. you bit her badly.
for you swore to me that you were not underworld
well, you lick eggs, you'll be mad at that, you know. I swear.
I am of Aztec blood, guerrilla pride
I'm the godfather of this style and I'm not a traitor
That who, that I, that I am don Dyablo and that
by snout and lick fucking eggs attack you
that who, that you, that him, that I wasn't
you're just jealous of me.
for treason, for bullshit and a half
by imitating me, you showed me shit.
my pride is guerrilla, you are the liar
you're a bastard and a backstabbing dog.
The execution of a song is your fucking excuse
defamation only blasphemes now put on Trout
you didn't exist on the map, you're buttonhole you're flap
stay out of the way because the Dyablo attacks
because I have what you wanted
because I am what you wanted to be
the destruction of all those fucking impostors
resurrection of all those fuckers like you have 10 years in this business
I have 2 aos me in this business
now tell me who opened the doors to you
don't get confused I said doors not Whose I opened your legs
this is not your song, it's a reminder
don't bullshit me. I'm sending you to purgatory.
everyone attacks me, the Dyablo escapes you
but they see me in the flesh, and they're like cats.
That who, that I, that I am don Dyablo and that
by snout and lick fucking eggs attack you
that who, that you, that him, that I wasn't
you're just jealous of me.
for treason, for bullshit and a half
by imitating me, you showed me shit.
my pride is guerrilla, you are the liar
you're a bastard and a backstabbing dog.
In this game everyone wants to knock down the top
everyone follows the leader needs his guide
you can copy my words, you can copy my styles
but buy my people with no shots
because my people have always been faithful
I owe them all that too I know
I'm a warrior, I'm Aztec
and even if they burn their ass I'll still be the record owner Prophet
this is my style and Trademark
you don't serve anything you operate your eggs, you're mandilon
you hit your hyna lying down for more than you practice you'll never be able to
your being like me, having what I, acting like me, thinking like me, living like me,
not because you don't have what you need
to sell you use my style and homie you stick to me
if you want War, I'll just give it to you.
and if you offend me just wait for what's going to happen
That who, that I, that I am don Dyablo and that
by snout and lick fucking eggs attack you
that who, that you, that him, that I wasn't
you're just jealous of me.
for treason, for bullshit and a half
by imitating me, you showed me shit.
my pride is guerrilla, you are the liar
you're a bastard and a backstabbing dog.