Текст и перевод песни Dj Plan B feat. Toni Mejías & Zoo - El Ritme És Pur

El Ritme És Pur

Vuelve el chico tímido
A subir tu libido
Admitelo
Este pibe lo hace intimo y autentico
Entre tanto plástico
Entre tanto excéntrico
Con menos alma, chico
Que un puto decepticon
Si pillo el micro no me tose cualquiera
¿Ganarme? Mejor espera
¿Callarme? Ni aunque me muera, parguela
Quieren frenar que llegue al área y vean que este fiera golea
A quien sea y con la espuela
Y vuelan silabas libres en tus altavoces
Ante ritmo veloces, normal que solloces
Pero estos los cogen, afilan y entonces
No vas a olvidar nunca sus nombres
Y gocen de estos MC′S y al beat Martín
Si yo lanzo skills
Guardo tu cadáver en mi jardín
Justo al ladito del limonero
Donde tengo los restos de ese guaperas popero
Y quiero la victoria y la quiero sin peros
Que persigan a raperos embusteros
Que vacilan de acumular dinero
Y mama todavía hace la cama y el puchero
Y quiero versos sinceros y placenteros
Que en cero, os pongan en celo
Y quiero ver los brazos levantados
Esto no es un atraco, es un puto golpe de estado
Loco, que va a reventar-me el cap
De este meneo ni-déu ens salva
Deixam ballar, dormirem demás
Suant plaers fins que trenque l'alba
I tu torrant-me en el blablabla
I en el meu cap va a botar l′alarma
Dixam ballar, dormirem demà
El ritme es pur i la nit
Tenim un pla
Ntar-nos al teu cervell de matina
Muntar-te una nit de traca
N"hi ha 4 bandits més idonis
Pa invocar a zeus
Traure foc dels bolis
Per una volta, sense discursos
Huí la proclama gaudiu fins esgotar-vos
El menú es barat
La taula esta para
L'apat es copios
No te l'acabaràs
Ritmes intenses
Baixos grossos
Flows inmensos, per a res piadosos
Amb la voluntat de fer-ho gram, de fe-bo no
Anem a sacsar-te el cos, plats i agulles
Cançons velles
MC′S firmant-esqueles
Un tremolar que el colpejas orelles
Malabarismes shameless
Quan pensaves que l′ocàs
De la nit arribaba, ha creaut un llamó
Quan imaginaves que la droga
Etc baixava, D'un colp, t′ha tonat a pujar
Ara beat és l'ama de les ànimes
Ara sentiu la litúrgia del sampler
Plan-B comença la sessió
Hala, va, descordeu-se els cinturons
Loco, que va a reventar-me el cap
De este meneo ni-déu ens salva
Deixam ballar, dormirem demás
Suant plaers fins que trenque l′alba
I tu torrant-me en el blablabla
I en el meu cap va a botar l'alarma
Dixam ballar, dormirem demà
El ritme es pur i la nit bastarda
Loco, que va a reventar-me el cap
De este meneo ni-déu ens salva
Deixam ballar, dormirem demás
Suant plaers fins que trenque l′alba
I tu torrant-me en el blablabla
I en el meu cap va a botar l'alarma
Dixam ballar, dormirem demà
El ritme es pur i la nit bastarda
Estem de parranda, sense vergonya
Gastant les bambes, olor a ronya
Tirant -li jeta i passió
Baral bonic ibo bo bo

The Rhythm Is Pure

The shy boy returns
To raise your libido
Admit it
This kid makes it intimate and authentic
Among so much plastic
Among so many eccentrics
With less soul, dude
Than a fucking Decepticon
If I grab the microphone, just anyone can't cough at me
To beat me? Better wait
Shut me up? Not even if I die, idiot
They want to stop me from reaching the penalty area and let them see that this wild beast scores
To whoever it may be and with the spur
And free syllables fly in your speakers
Before fast rhythm, normal that you sob
But these, they catch, sharpen and then
You're never going to forget their names
And these MC's and the beat fool around
If I launch skills
I'll keep your corpse in my garden
Right next to the lemon tree
Where I've got the remains of that handsome popero
And I want the victory and I want it without buts
That they pursue swindler rappers
Who brag about accumulating money
And mama still makes the bed and stew
And I want sincere and pleasant verses
That at zero, put you in heat
And I want to see their raised arms
This is not a robbery, it's a fucking coup d'état
Crazy, he's going to burst my cap
From this dance God can't save us
Let us dance, we'll sleep later
Sweating pleasures until the dawn
And you roasting me in the blah blah blah
And in my head an alarm will go off
Let us dance, we'll sleep tomorrow
The rhythm is pure and the night
We have a plan
To sneak into your brain tomorrow morning
To put on a smashing night
N"hi ha 4 more suitable bandits
To invoke Zeus
To get fire from the pens
For once, without speeches
The proclamation today is to enjoy until we've exhausted ourselves
The menu is cheap
The table is set
The meal is copious
You won't finish it
Intense rhythms
Gross basses
Immense flows, not at all pious
With the intention of making it big, not to believe
Let's shake your body, cymbals and needles
Old songs
MC's signing epitaphs
A tremor that your ears beat
Shameless juggling
When you thought that the sunset
Of the night arrived, a sunrise has created
When you imagined that the drug
Etc was getting low, Suddenly, it's made you high again
Now beat is the master of souls
Now feel the liturgy of the sampler
Plan-B starts the session
Come on, unbuckle your belts
Crazy, he's going to burst my cap
From this dance God can't save us
Let us dance, we'll sleep later
Sweating pleasures until the dawn
And you roasting me in the blah blah blah
And in my head an alarm will go off
Let us dance, we'll sleep tomorrow
The rhythm is pure and the night is a bastard
Crazy, he's going to burst my cap
From this dance God can't save us
Let us dance, we'll sleep later
Sweating pleasures until the dawn
And you roasting me in the blah blah blah
And in my head an alarm will go off
Let us dance, we'll sleep tomorrow
The rhythm is pure and the night is a bastard
We are having a party, no shame
Wearing out our shoes, smelling like scum
Throwing -li passion and passion
Baral, handsome and ibo bo bo