Peelo

Chorus Peelo Gutter ka pani peeloKabhi na kabhi to peeloMe hoon hero tu hai zeroRapverse1 (Waqas)Don't even go there kid you know I'm out of your damn reachYour talk is cheap at least I practice what I teachAnd when all systems fail you return to the beats But got nothing to say, the chosen one for defeatAnd I spot you in the crowd while I flash in the spotlightHow you wish you could be more like me and bust over beats tightAnd reach out to these kids 'cause when I speak you know they listenI paid the king a visit now he delivers pizza in prisonYou said I was bizarre don't watch stars mob floorsYou see I was hardcore if you gave me less I made it moreBut fuck that one love baby let's hit for that cheddar Basically we the same I just make it look better ChorusRapverse2 (Lenny)Toma del arroyo de los celos, perrosTe lo digo en la lengua de mi amigo, peeloTe duele toda rima que yo escribo, y sigoSiendo en estos montes yo el mero, meroHijo de la gran p***Un momento, respeto a la madre tuyaPorque eres tu quien es la putaPobrecito toma mi rima y mis contratosQuieres estar en mis zapatosEn la supuesta rampa de la famaNo vendas la carne antes mata la vacaNo estas listo niñoPara una guerra verbalEs a mi al que siempre te van a compararTranslation:Drink of the rivulet of jealousy, dogsNow I'll say it in his native tongue, peeloYou hurting by every single rhyme I write, and I keepBeen in this countryside the fucking oneSon of a b****Hold it!! Respect to your mamaCoz it is you who's the bitchPoor little thing, here you have my rhyme and my contractsYou want to be in my shoesIn the so-called spotlightYou know you can't sell the meat before killing the cowYou ain't ready kidTo a verbal warIt will always be me who you gonna be compare toChorusRapverse3 (Isam)You claim that I'm a mammas boyCuz I don't smoke or drink alcoholShe claims that I'm criminal like last weeks thief at the mallSome say I don't sound like hip hop suppose to sound Ain't got no L.A, N.Y, Dirty South type of soundThat's what I'm trying sayI was born and raised hereLet the Source Magazine cross the sea and represent hereTell them how we felt the day Pac got shotWhile they were screaming pour some liquorWe prayed all night in the mosqueTell them how best "pop of the year" is "rap of the year"Fuck being nominated 6 times give me "rock the year"Ask Jay-B, he'll tell ya, no stormy weatherNot even the ugliest typhoon could ruin this set up I was laughing, TZZZ!!! All the way to the bankChanged the whole game based on a pop album prankHell next year for the fun of itWe do it again, again and again2000 and 3, 4, 10