Para los que entienden (feat. Eye-n-See) Lyrics & Tabs by Tres Coronas
Para los que entienden (feat. Eye-n-See)
guitar chords lyrics
Nigga, how you spitting rhymes like you forgot about it?
(waa?)
You make music from the streets, like you forgot about us.
(Yeah!)
How you from the block,
When I'm in the club
Come party all the time
Hatin' aint no love.
Listen,
I'm depression~
Can break you,
Make you into a diamond.
Don't ignore it,
I absorb it and
Put it into my rhyming
Don't ignore it,
I absorb it and
Put it into my rhyming
I'm hardrock,
I'm walking, boxing
To a heart beat.
Turn it up to ten and feel it in your car seat.
I got music in my vains,
Insane,
I'm always thinking,
Got problems in my brain.
Relieve the pain through drinkin'
No more.
More of these niggas I know,
Beyond the block
Their whole life,
Peddling,
Contrabando.
Let's talk about it,
I'll paint a picture
Where the sky is cloudy
Over a city where the streets are over crowded
I highly doubt it, if ya'll niggas
would even last a minute
When hip pop revolves and
Goes back to the beginning
(Coro)
Beats, Rhymes, Pens, Pad.
The mic, these words is all I had
Yeah,
Expressar todo lo que vivimos en letra
Con poemas de la calle pa'lo que lo entienda.
Beats, Rhymes, Pens, Pad.
The mic, these words is all I had
Yeah,
Expressar todo lo que vivimos en letra
Con poemas de la calle pa'lo que lo entienda.
(P.N.O)
Yeah,
Hey yo,
El moviemento a cambiado
El negocio se a agrandado
La musica, is nothing the same, como el pasado
That's why we spittin'
Solo de love
Como el corazon
That's why we're freestylin' en la ezquida
With niggas and blunts
Telling stories, about this o about that
Como un pana, tuyo, se perdio por ese grass
oh como nos arrestaron andando por el Block,
oh como colectamos money para tomar
Ahora es el mono, folio, la radio lo maneja
Ya nos tiene encuenta,
shit, no respetan
Un hit (?)
Started out in the park
we used to smoke blunts and kick ...? til it got dark
its funny how money done changed things, spit business
niggas want the same things, i bare witness
while im slinging ...? and crack on the block
gotta watch my back on the way to the top
cuz these punk wanna change my music
and these record exec's wanna make me lose it
so i catch myself and bring it back to play it fun
not to forget where i came from since day one
son i been huggin' the underground that made me take root in the concrete streets
that raised me, suited me
touching the clouds like jack and the beanstock
straight out of queens new york where my dream starts
...?
(Rocca)
Yeah!
El rap me alivio
Yo te voy hablar lo que es
Mira, mira, mira
R.A.P es mi manera de ser
Mismo donde vivir
Okay
Ya no me lo toque
Con el expreso todo frustraciónes y penas
Amores condenas
Historias ajenas
Y todo lo que vivo
Tienes sentimiento y flow
Tiene calle, dolor
Tiene fuego, sudor
¿Que mas?
En lo que siento yo
Pedaso de mi vida
Regados en versos que escupo en la tarima
Y tu lo sientes real
Palpable y mortal
El Rap es mi religion
Me alegal del mal
¡Yeah!
Me recojio con sus brazos
Como niño perdido
Cuando estaba en pedasos
Mi corazon herido
Suva el volumen
Ponga el oido fino
No hago el ‘gangsta shit'
Como muera el pachino
Expreso verdades
tuyas, mias, similares
Algo ‘hot'
Yeah!
Esto es puro Hip Pop
