Santaramera - Hadrian Übersetzung ins Englische

Santaramera

Tirar con entrevistas no es elegante
Dígame algo que en batallas no me hayan dicho antes
H de Hipocrita ni humilde ni sencillo
Estoy ciego por el ego y tu seras mi lazarillo (guaf)
Hice tribal pero te parto como el Honky
Quien también hizo tribal, quien te dio fama y es Smoky
Hoy te contemplo en mi vía crucis nene
Son tus tres caídas en la semana Santa Rm
Niño mimado tu manager es mama
Dime como tus eventos no se van a llenar
Porque detrás de ellos hay una cruel realidad
Que el flayer dice en letras grandes que es pa menores de edad
Hacer Rap? Es michael jackson o bambi
Has un evento en everland repleto de faldas y babies
Deja que las perras de tus fans ladren
Que pa lo unico que sirven es para el klan de trevi andrade

Baby manos al aire
Put your hands up del ecenario ala grande
Tirale a Hadrian pa rescatar tu carrera
Que se ira a la mie el dia que crescan tus quinceañeras
Baby manos al aire
Put your hands up del ecenario ala grande
Tu me criticas porque hice tribal
Que sentirás cuando tu hijo a mi me llame Papa

Deja el trabajo duro antes de que te linchen
Lo tuyo no es un beef, es un ataque de berrinche
Dile a tu gente que yo soy el mejor
Y que tu nombre es una copia burlesca de santaflow
Yo ah santaflow no le quise dar un feat
El mismo que al mismo tiempo te estaba negando a ti
No hable de dignidad que eso a usted no le importa
Para mi no seria digno declararme fan de porta
Dedícame una de amor con la que yo no me ria
Y no tire con entrevistas viejas ni con letras mías
Ahora entiendo porque copias las mías
Porque cualquier cosa que tires en letras esta vacía
Voy a enseñarte Rap real maldito maricón
Si el peor freestyle de mi vida me suena a tu mejor canción de amor
Subiéndote de mi fama al igual que mil
Y el apodo de santa no suena muy varonil

Baby manos al aire
Put your hands up del ecenario ala grande
Tirale a Hadrian pa rescatar tu carrera
Que se ira a la mie el dia que crescan tus quinceañeras
Baby manos al aire
Put your hands up del ecenario ala grande
Tu me criticas porque hice tribal
Que sentirás cuando tu hijo a mi me llame Papa

Un rumor sin remedio de una ramera romántica
Soy la primera menstruación de tus fanáticas
Quisas soy un vendido pero al menos no copio
La próxima canción de amor que escribas que sea de amor propio
Mi dinero esta en el banco porque se lo que vale
Mi ropa nueva esta en el closet perra donde tu no sales
Caliente, mejor no aviente ala serpiente
Que lo vi en mazatlan se agacho y perdió lo valiente
Define que lo mio te duele hasta el esfinter
Mis fans tienen huevos los tuyos pussy y van en kinder
Mis canciones no son buenas y yo vivo en el engaño
Porque mi disco con soul te arrebato el mejor disco del año
Mejor que sepas quienes juegan de mi bando
Te fuiste desde la primera linea síguete esforzando
Que marque al cel de tu manager compadre
Que decepsion cuando llame me contesto tu madre (bueno) jaja

(Hablando)
Hadrian esta de vuelta en el juego princesa
Aqui lo que se dice con la boca se sostiene con los huevos
(Que tranza pinche Hadrian aqui la krew de Mc4,
Hay le cambiaron unas clasesillas,
Pero tu ya sabes que yo mas bien te lo voy a decir de
Frente no? hay una batalla que esta pendiente ya se la sabe.
Que tranza Hadrian como estas carnal?
Soy el cobe maldonado ya ando aca en
El distrito hay estamos men cuidate.)
DOD Music!

Santaramera

Shooting with interviews is not elegant,
Tell me something I haven't heard in battles before,
H for Hypocrite, neither humble nor simple,
I'm blind with ego, and you'll be my guide (guaf)
I made tribal but I'll break you like Honky,
Who also made tribal, who gave you fame, and is Smoky,
Today I contemplate you on my way of the cross, babe,
Your three falls in Holy Week, Rm,
Spoiled child, your manager is mommy,
Tell me how your events won't be filled,
Because behind them is a cruel reality,
That the flyer says in big letters that it's for minors,
Make Rap? That's Michael Jackson or Bambi,
Do an event at Everland full of skirts and babies,
Let your fans' bitches bark,
Because the only thing they're good for is for Trevi Andrade's clan,

Baby hands in the air,
Put your hands up from the stage to the big leagues,
Shoot at Hadrian to rescue your career,
It'll go to shit the day your fifteen-year-olds grow up,
Baby hands in the air,
Put your hands up from the stage to the big leagues,
You criticize me because I made tribal,
How will you feel when your son calls me Dad?

Stop working hard before they lynch you,
Yours is not a beef, it's a tantrum,
Tell your people that I'm the best,
And that your name is a burlesque copy of Santaflow,
I didn't want to give Santaflow a feat,
The same one who at the same time was denying you,
Don't talk about dignity, that doesn't matter to you,
For me it wouldn't be dignified to declare myself a Porta fan,
Dedicate me a love song that I don't laugh at,
And don't shoot with old interviews or with my lyrics,
Now I understand why you copy mine,
Because anything you shoot in lyrics is empty,
I'm going to teach you real Rap, you damn fag,
If the worst freestyle of my life sounds like your best love song,
Climbing on my fame like a thousand others,
And the nickname "Santa" doesn't sound very manly,

Baby hands in the air,
Put your hands up from the stage to the big leagues,
Shoot at Hadrian to rescue your career,
It'll go to shit the day your fifteen-year-olds grow up,
Baby hands in the air,
Put your hands up from the stage to the big leagues,
You criticize me because I made tribal,
How will you feel when your son calls me Dad?

A hopeless rumor of a romantic whore,
I'm your fans' first period,
Maybe I'm a sellout, but at least I don't copy,
The next love song you write, make it about self-love,
My money is in the bank because I know what it's worth,
My new clothes are in the closet, bitch, where you don't go out,
Hot, better not awaken the serpent,
I saw him in Mazatlan, he crouched down and lost his courage,
Define that mine hurts you to your sphincter,
My fans have balls, yours are pussies and they go to kindergarten,
My songs aren't good, and I live in deception,
Because my album with Soul snatched the best album of the year from you,
You better know who's playing on my side,
You left from the front line, keep trying hard,
That I called your manager's cell phone, compadre,
What a disappointment when I called, your mother answered (hello) haha,

(Speaking)
Hadrian is back in the game, princess,
Here what is said with the mouth is backed up with balls,
(What's up, Hadrian, this is MC4's crew,
They changed a few little things here,
But you know I'm going to tell you to your
Face, right? There's a battle pending, you already know.
What's up, Hadrian, how are you, dude?
This is Cobe Maldonado, I'm here in
The district, here we are, man, take care.)
DOD Music!