Текст и перевод песни MC Luka - Un Mil Batallás

Un Mil Batallás

Me atasco en el lodo
Siempre salgo limpio,
Me baso en mis logros
Y en mis sacrificios

Es mi oficio,
Mi propio beneficio
No hay fricción,
Si eres tu mismo

Yo ya no rimo
Solo hago lo que hago,
Soy como un mimo
Y mis manos mis vocablos

Hay mucho MC
Solo habrá que quemarlos,
Con este cd
No habra donde enterrarlos

Si me quitas te callo,
Si me callas te pego,
Si te sientes un gallo,
Enfrentas un perro

Yo salgo del hoyo
Evito los abismos,
No toco los fondos
Problemas los esquivo

Tiro chingadazos
Si insultas a mi jefa,
Te doy un plomazo
Si tocas a mi vieja

No soy violento,
Vivo el momento,
Fumo lo que fumo,
Soy lento y contento

Gané mis batallas
Perdí mis derrotas,
Un chingo de medallas
Mas fracasos que victorias

Yo he ganado
También he perdido
He triunfado
Y he sido vencido

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El que calla otorga,
Cede la palabra,
La vida es una zorra,
Solo somos cabra

Se rien de mi,
Por que soy diferente,
Me rio de ti,
Eres igual a la gente

Hago rap de comida,
Llevo al parque a mi hija,
El rap es mi vida,
Luz verde es prosiga

No quiero la migaja
Tengo pan propio,
En pleito de navaja
Traigo fogón (obvio)

Sin tanto rollo
Siempre ando solo,
Sin tanto choro
Aun que griten; "ese es cholo"

Me gusta la fruta,
Me cagan las fresas,
Respeto a las putas
Y que bailen en la mesa

Soy requete grifo
Otros me dicen adicto
Aún así me rifo
Resolviendo los conflicto

Uno por monedas,
Y dos por el show,
Con tres te la pelas,
Y con el cuatro se acabo

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A Thousand Battles

I get stuck in the mud
I always come out clean,
I rely on my accomplishments
And my sacrifices

It's my trade,
My own benefit
There is no friction,
If you are yourself

I don't rhyme anymore
I just do what I do,
I'm like a mime
And my hands my vocabulary

There are many MCs
They will just have to be burned,
With this CD
There will be nowhere to bury them

If you take away from me, I shut up,
If you shut me up, I hit you,
If you feel like a rooster,
You're facing a dog

I get out of the hole
I avoid the abysses,
I don't touch the bottom
I dodge problems

I shoot smackers
If you insult my boss,
I'll shoot you
If you touch my old woman

I'm not violent,
I live in the moment,
I smoke what I smoke,
I'm slow and happy

I won my battles
I lost my defeats,
A shitload of medals
More failures than victories

I have won
I have also lost
I have triumphed
And I have been defeated

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He who keeps silent grants,
He gives up the word,
Life is a bitch,
We are only goats

They laugh at me,
Because I'm different,
I laugh at you,
You're just like everyone else

I do food rap,
I take my daughter to the park,
Rap is my life,
Green light is go

I don't want the crumbs
I have my own bread,
In a knife fight
I bring a stove (obviously)

Without so much nonsense
I always walk alone,
Without so much fuss
Even if they shout; "that's a cholo"

I like fruit
Strawberries suck,
I respect the whores
And let them dance on the table

I'm a pothead
Others call me an addict
Even so, I'm still a badass
Solving conflicts

One for pennies,
And two for the show,
With three you peel it,
And with the fourth it's over

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