Crooked Stilo — Quieren Pleito song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Quieren Pleito" by Crooked Stilo.
Lyrics
Quieren pleito, quieren bronca
Esto puto me estan sacando de onda
Quieren pleito, quieren bronca
Esto puto me estan sacando de onda
Es el regreso mas esperado
El regreso mas condisiado
El regreso mas conteplado
Talves sea televisado
Es hora de resultados el mundo esta empresionado
Hay vatos con la voca habierta
Paresen elecutrados asustados
Porque no esperaban un golpe tan fuerte
Van a tener pesadillas con crooked stilo cuando se acuesten
Sin mil copias vendidas
Sin escupir un pinche verso
La copetensia sufre
El calor esta mas intenso
Y la acimos sin dinero
Sin la ayuda de la radio
Lo acimos con la ayuda de los homeboys de todos los varios
So gracias homeboys
Por seguir represetando
Por seguir tocando las rolas que sigo creando
Pero ay siertos induviduos
Que se estan clavando
La ralla estan pasando
Y me estan encabronando
Soy bruto cuando escupo
No respeto a putos
Menos a cabrones que se roban rolas
Se aprenden en cinco minutos
So dame otros cinco
Para acer otra mas cabrona
Watcha tu espalda
Cabron cuando entresa tu cantona
Pense que eramos homeboys
Pero me traisionastes
Cheque con los cuates
Y con ellos tambien la cagastes
Si quiero te quito tu estilo ambustero culero
Tu no eres rapero
Lo que eres es rata I una rata se mata
Tambien se le quita todita la plata
Como quieras homie tu sabes
Donde yo vivo
Andas de abusivo
Te vas a encontrar un esplosivo
Quieren pleito, quieren bronca
Esto puto me estan sacando de onda
Quieren pleito, quieren bronca
Esto puto me estan sacando de onda
Quieren pleito, quieren bronca
Esto puto me estan sacando de onda
Quieren pleito, quieren bronca
Esto puto me estan sacando de onda
Quieren pleito, quieren bronca
Esto puto me estan sacando de onda
Quieren pleito, quieren bronca
Esto puto me estan sacando de onda
Lyrics translation
They want a fight, they want a fight.
This fucking thing is getting me off my chest.
They want a fight, they want a fight.
This fucking thing is getting me off my chest.
It's the most anticipated return
The most conditional return
The most conteplado return
Maybe it's televised.
It's time for results the world is engaged
There are vatos with the voice havierta
You look like you're scared.
Because they didn't expect such a strong blow
They're going to have nightmares about crooked stilo when they go to bed
Without a thousand copies sold
Without spitting a Pinche verso
Copetensia suffers
The heat is more intense
And we put it out of money
Without the help of radio
We start with the help of the homeboys of all the various
So thanks homeboys
For continuing to represent
For continuing to play the roles I keep creating
But woe to indubitable shearers
That they're nailing
The gearshift is coming through.
And they're pissing me off
I'm gross when I spit
I don't respect motherfuckers.
Except for bastards who steal rolls.
Learn in five minutes
So give me another five
To get another bitch
Watch your back
Cabron when your cantona enters
I thought we were homeboys.
But you betrayed me
Check with the cuates
And with them you fucked up too
If I want to take away your butt-butt style
You're not a rapper.
What you are is rat I a rat is killed
The money is also taken away
Whatever you want homie you know
Where I live
You're being abusive.
You're gonna find yourself an explosive.
They want a fight, they want a fight.
This fucking thing is getting me off my chest.
They want a fight, they want a fight.
This fucking thing is getting me off my chest.
They want a fight, they want a fight.
This fucking thing is getting me off my chest.
They want a fight, they want a fight.
This fucking thing is getting me off my chest.
They want a fight, they want a fight.
This fucking thing is getting me off my chest.
They want a fight, they want a fight.
This fucking thing is getting me off my chest.