Gangster Rokos - Under Side 821 Übersetzung ins Englische

Gangster Rokos

Under Side, perros, de regreso (huevo, perro)
(Lost Rapeadores) 2016, 2017
Ya te la sabes, perro, hasta el infinito (wuh)

No sé qué pueda pasarme, solo quiero drogarme, güey
Toda la sema- fumar y grabándole
No sé qué pueda pasarme, solo quiero drogarme, ey
Toda la sema- fumar y grabándole

Vivo bien loco, ¿y qué? (¿y qué?)
Usted no me da de comer (comer)
Voy para arriba, ya sé (ya sé)
Nunca me voy a caer (caer)

Me quieren montar a la ley (mochos)
Que robo y secuestro también
Que soy como el Bin Laden
No importa el chisme que le den (le den)

Me voy pa la calle, le digo a la gente
"¿Por qué me tiene tanta envidia?" (yah)
Los mismos pendejos me maman la verga
Dicen que está chida mi rima (mis rimas)

Pura pinche hipocresía, ya sabes
Que yo nunca confío en nadie (nunca)
No reces a nadie, al padre de Fresnos
Ya sabes, se lo llevó el cáncer

Cuida tus palos, tus pasos, tu padre
Tu madre, a toda tu familia
Comprate un cohete y se meta en tu casa
Tú solo descargas tu ira (tu ira)

Cuando me haga millonario, por siempre
Me voy a quedar en el barrio (el barrio)
Voy a comprar los cantones de todos los güeyes
Se fueron goteando (chulos)

Baja la pinche ventana
Soy como Tony Montana
Me vale un kilo de verga, pendejo
Te pago una pinche caguama

No quieras leer la mano
Del bato que es gitano
Yo puedo perder la batalla (ay)
Pero la guerra siempre la gano

Tirando billete
Y no es que sea rico
Es que me acaban de pagar
Y la verdad es que soy un adicto

A la gente le gusta hablar
Y todo lo que yo hago es criminal
Si tú quieres bronca ven a buscar
Pero te las vas a pela-a-a-a-ar

Súbele al pinche volume
¿De qué tanta mierda presume?
Si yo te topo, te tumbo para que
Mi pinche clica se lo fume

Pinche rapero, ja
No valen verga
Nomás ven un poco de feria
Y las nalguitas siempre te la aceptan

Yo me voy a pistear
Al cabo que mi clica es la Under Side (ah, ah, ah)
821, ya saben que siempre cantamos
La pura realidad, carnal

Y lo bueno es que todo lo malo que cargo (tra, tra)
Perro, se lo vendo (ven, ven)
O mejor lo prendo en una fumada
Pa aquel guacho, ¿quién enciende?

A todos los batos más locos, dementes (ves)
Sigo en el ambiente, (eh-oh) yo bien delincuente
Si eres abusado, puto, míreme de frente

Caliente, caliente, carnal (pa-pa-pa-pa)
Guacha, carnal, porque aquí todo es anormal
Pinche puto, haste p'atrás

Porque yo ando todo ido
En el camino
Esto es pa fumar, a prender y encender
Lo que tú nunca vas a poder aprender

No sé qué pueda pasarme, solo quiero drogarme, güey
Toda la sema- fumar y grabándole
No sé qué pueda pasarme, solo quiero drogarme, ey
Toda la sema- fumar y grabándole

Gangster Rokos

Under Side, dogs, we're back (damn, dog)
(Lost Rappers) 2016, 2017
You already know it, baby, to infinity (wuh)

I don't know what could happen to me, I just want to get high, dude
Smoking all week and recording
I don't know what could happen to me, I just want to get high, hey
Smoking all week and recording

I live like a crazy man, so what? (so what?)
You don't feed me (feed me)
I'm going up, I already know (I already know)
I'm never going to fall (fall)

They want to frame me with the law (mugs)
That I rob and kidnap too
That I'm like Bin Laden
Don't care about the gossip they give (they give)

I'm going to the street, I tell the people
"Why are you so envious of me?" (yah)
The same assholes suck my dick
They say my rhyme is cool (my rhymes)

Pure fucking hypocrisy, you know
I never trust anyone (never)
Don't pray to anyone, to the father of Fresnos
You know, cancer took him away

Protect your guns, your steps, your father
Your mother, your whole family
Buy a rocket and it goes into your house
You just release your anger (your anger)

When I become a millionaire, forever
I'm going to stay in the neighborhood (the neighborhood)
I'm going to buy the corners of all the guys
They were dripping away (cool guys)

Lower the damn window
I'm like Tony Montana
I don't give a kilo of dick, asshole
I'll buy you a damn beer

Don't try to read the hand
Of the guy who is a gypsy
I can lose the battle (ay)
But I always win the war

Throwing bills
And it's not that I'm rich
It's just that they just paid me
And the truth is I'm an addict

People like to talk
And everything I do is criminal
If you want trouble come look for it
But you're going to get fucked-a-a-a-a-d

Turn up the damn volume
What kind of shit are you bragging about?
If I find you, I'll knock you down so that
My damn clique can smoke you

Fucking rapper, ha
You're worth nothing
You just come for a little money
And the girls always accept your ass

I'm going to get drunk
Since my clique is the Under Side (ah, ah, ah)
821, you know we always sing
The pure reality, brother

And the good thing is that all the bad things I carry (tra, tra)
Dog, I sell them (come, come)
Or better I light them up in a smoke
For that fool, who lights it?

To all the craziest, demented guys (ves)
I'm still in the environment, (eh-oh) I'm a good criminal
If you're abusive, bitch, look me in the face

Hot, hot, brother (pa-pa-pa-pa)
Bitch, brother, because everything here is abnormal
Fucking faggot, step back

Because I'm all gone
On the road
This is to smoke, to light and ignite
What you'll never be able to learn

I don't know what could happen to me, I just want to get high, dude
Smoking all week and recording
I don't know what could happen to me, I just want to get high, hey
Smoking all week and recording