Chords for Delinquent Habits - Tres Delinquentes (Official Video)
Tempo:
100.3 bpm
Chords used:
E
F#
B
Bm
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Key:
E
F#
B
Bm
G#m
E
F#
B
[F#] [E] [F#] .
[E] [F#] .
[E] [F#] .
[E] [Bm] .
[F#] [E] [F#] .
[E] I put [B] my brazos up, down, down from [N] the kika.
Who's that woman, and he's gonna do the speak-a.
Face gets the bumpin', root got get the bumpin'.
Who's that rap king out the border, start [F#] jumpin'.
Blastin' through high, no need for the boo-ya.
[E] Rhyme up with the one, not gonna lie, shot through ya.
Step to the ground, I feel the strain.
13 years in the mosque, feel the pain.
[Bm] So go get in my way, baby.
Because the word, I'm [N] loco, you may hit a play, baby.
My shit don't pop up, but damn, [E] my damn, it's the baddest.
Que le encuentres, perfecto, the [F#] madness.
[E] [F#] .
[E] [B] .
[E] [F#] .
[E] [N] Que ondas, muchacho, ahí vienes, te miro.
Si me traes bronca, me loco, de atiro, me paro.
Te tumbo, no es tu rumbo.
Y con el lingo, tal vez te confundo.
It's [Bm] the attack of the five-foot chain.
The blacks again, once again, with the copier pin.
As I emerge from the depths of the ground, my son.
I got the black death, trap, coke, and rum.
Otra vez, ya lo ves, in the blues, somos tres.
One black's again, on the squad, you don't test.
Sitting hard [E] like a nasty, swift like a Zulu.
That's what it's like, what the punk shot through.
[B] My nana is the mouse, so the punks get proud.
[E] My number one is to flip the mad funk styles.
Yeah, I play the bad role, but I'm delincuente.
This is how I fucking wanna speak it to the [B] gente.
[E] [F#] .
[E] .
[F#] [E] [F#] .
[E] [B] .
[N] .
[E] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, [Bm] yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Watcha, trucha, calma, te escuchas.
Somos delincuentes, tu no quieres luchar.
We freaky this way, sigo [E] siendo re.
OG freaks the beat, the mariachis play.
[B] Faded in, sniff from me a soft ting.
Produce in my smell, [N] hoard it, so G-Style again.
Freaky, barfing, bass out the carro.
OG, he's got more funk than Charo.
Third, a [G#m] flat ring, cuts to your face, bro.
Go down the needle with a penny or a peso.
See all our styles, used to [E] create with.
One time, we all had a broken head.
And [B] we all had [F#] [E] [F#] .
[E] [G#m] .
[E] [F#] .
[E] [N] a broken heart.
This shit's so crazy.
This shit's so crazy.
[E] This shit's [N] .
so crazy.
This shit's so crazy.
.
This shit's so crazy.
[E] This shit's so crazy.
[B] This shit's so crazy.
[E] [F#] [E] [F#] .
[E] [F#] .
[E] .
[B] .
[E] [B] .
.
[E] .
[E] [F#] .
[E] [F#] .
[E] [Bm] .
[F#] [E] [F#] .
[E] I put [B] my brazos up, down, down from [N] the kika.
Who's that woman, and he's gonna do the speak-a.
Face gets the bumpin', root got get the bumpin'.
Who's that rap king out the border, start [F#] jumpin'.
Blastin' through high, no need for the boo-ya.
[E] Rhyme up with the one, not gonna lie, shot through ya.
Step to the ground, I feel the strain.
13 years in the mosque, feel the pain.
[Bm] So go get in my way, baby.
Because the word, I'm [N] loco, you may hit a play, baby.
My shit don't pop up, but damn, [E] my damn, it's the baddest.
Que le encuentres, perfecto, the [F#] madness.
[E] [F#] .
[E] [B] .
[E] [F#] .
[E] [N] Que ondas, muchacho, ahí vienes, te miro.
Si me traes bronca, me loco, de atiro, me paro.
Te tumbo, no es tu rumbo.
Y con el lingo, tal vez te confundo.
It's [Bm] the attack of the five-foot chain.
The blacks again, once again, with the copier pin.
As I emerge from the depths of the ground, my son.
I got the black death, trap, coke, and rum.
Otra vez, ya lo ves, in the blues, somos tres.
One black's again, on the squad, you don't test.
Sitting hard [E] like a nasty, swift like a Zulu.
That's what it's like, what the punk shot through.
[B] My nana is the mouse, so the punks get proud.
[E] My number one is to flip the mad funk styles.
Yeah, I play the bad role, but I'm delincuente.
This is how I fucking wanna speak it to the [B] gente.
[E] [F#] .
[E] .
[F#] [E] [F#] .
[E] [B] .
[N] .
[E] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, [Bm] yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Watcha, trucha, calma, te escuchas.
Somos delincuentes, tu no quieres luchar.
We freaky this way, sigo [E] siendo re.
OG freaks the beat, the mariachis play.
[B] Faded in, sniff from me a soft ting.
Produce in my smell, [N] hoard it, so G-Style again.
Freaky, barfing, bass out the carro.
OG, he's got more funk than Charo.
Third, a [G#m] flat ring, cuts to your face, bro.
Go down the needle with a penny or a peso.
See all our styles, used to [E] create with.
One time, we all had a broken head.
And [B] we all had [F#] [E] [F#] .
[E] [G#m] .
[E] [F#] .
[E] [N] a broken heart.
This shit's so crazy.
This shit's so crazy.
[E] This shit's [N] .
so crazy.
This shit's so crazy.
.
This shit's so crazy.
[E] This shit's so crazy.
[B] This shit's so crazy.
[E] [F#] [E] [F#] .
[E] [F#] .
[E] .
[B] .
[E] [B] .
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[E] .