Lyrics and translation Toteking - Libera el Estrés

Libera el Estrés

Dicen: ′¿Por qué no cantas, Tote?
¿Por qué no te pasas a otro rollo?
Le digo: Porque aquí libero el estrés, hermano, aquí libero el estrés'
Esta canción está dedicada a todo el que está hasta la polla (Tote)
Libera el estrés, libera el estrés

Toteking, el más duro de cualquier school
OG, leyenda, más gallito que la Red Bull
Volando con los gansos del Grey Goose
Dejándote a tí el micro de playskool
Ya lo creo, mi entrada de rapeo
Es la entrada del carro del César al Coliseo
Eras mi fan, ¿ya no te gusto ahora?
El tiempo no va pa′ atrás y ya no me puedes deschupar la polla
Lo consigues, Dios escupiendo la verdad
Está lloviendo mierda, entiendo lo de tu bucket hat
Vente conmigo, asociémonos pa' pecar
Estoy dejando un legado que nadie va a tocar
Qué triste están to' los raperos y yo
Sólo suelto lágrimas por un puchero, yo
Soy el papi, el jefe, el don
Me escuchó Enrique Iglesias y se cortó con el drone
Cuando escupo esta mierda, libero el estrés
Levanto al boli de la siesta, libero el estrés
Hasta mi sello me pide canciones con menos barras, porque no pillan ni tres
El contenido no importa me dicen unos cuantos
Qué casualidad, los mismos que hoy están cantando
Me dicen: Vente al pop, Tote, aquí lo pasas bien
Le digo: No, mi música es pa′ liberar el estrés

Si estás hasta la polla de ese jefe tan cabrón
A tu niño le hacen bullying, tranqui, nos lo han hecho a tos′
Los impuestos que no paran 'tán parao′ el corazón
Tu pareja está majara, te ha robao' hasta tu salón
Libera el estrés, libera el estrés
Libera el estrés, libera el estrés

No dudaría ni un segundo y mandaría al talego
A to′s los que hacen el mono en los campos de fútbol
Allí libera el estrés la escoria del mundo
Vente conmigo, hermano, si has perdido el rumbo
Desde mi aclaro que hay que estar en la calle
Pero no sigo a nadie como a Kanye, como Carter
Sube el pan, primo, cuando enciendo el Avalon
Indiscutible hermano, como el Goya de Álamo
En cada letra hay un libro que dice: Yo el rey
No hagas coreografías raras pareces el O.A
Entro en tu pista y suena to' okay
Tú ven a los míos y vomito como si leo a John Gray
Me indigna alguno que propone el crowdfunding
Y ese público que paga el crowdfunding
Es quién quiere pelea pa′l título y no está ni en el ranking
Y son más malos que mi disco El lado oscuro de Gandhi
Tus héroes tienen caspa chico, ya sé quiénes son
Los míos tienen gafas, Royce, Elphomega, Iñigo Errejón
Soy el capo, miro a esos rapeos
Y estoy en to's ellos como Dios o los turistas japos
Cuando escupo esta mierda, libero el estrés
Levanto al boli de la siesta, libero el estrés
No he nacido pa' ser esclavo porque pongo todo lo que soy en lo más mínimo que hago

Si estás hasta la polla de ese jefe tan cabrón
A tu niño le hacen bullying, tranqui, nos lo han hecho a tos′
Los impuestos que no paran ′tán parao' el corazón
Tu pareja está majara, te ha robao′ hasta tu salón
Libera el estrés, libera el estrés
Libera el estrés, libera el estrés

You don't understand me, that′s your trouble
Not my fault because you don't understand me
I don′t understand you either
But I don't spend my whole life trying to put a blame over on you
Because my secret didn't lie or because something didn′t worked right
What you wanna call me a murderer for?
I′ve never killed anyone
I don't need to kill anyone

Libera el estrés, libera el estrés
Libera el estrés, libera el estrés
Libera el estrés, libera el estrés
Libera el estrés, libera el estrés

Release The Stress

They say: 'Why don't you sing, Tote?
Why don't you switch to another style?'
I say: 'Because here I release the stress, brother, here I release the stress.'
This song is dedicated to everyone who is fed up (Tote)
Release the stress, release the stress

Toteking, the toughest of any school
OG, legend, cockier than Red Bull
Flying with the geese of Grey Goose
Leaving you the Playskool mic
I believe it, my rap entrance
It's the entrance of Caesar's chariot to the Coliseum
You were my fan, don't you like me now?
Time doesn't go backwards and you can't suck my dick anymore
You get it, God spitting out the truth
It's raining shit, I understand about your bucket hat
Come with me, let's team up to sin
I'm leaving a legacy that no one is going to touch
How sad all the rappers are and I
I only shed tears for a joint, me
I'm the daddy, the boss, the don
Enrique Iglesias listened to me and cut himself with the drone
When I spit this shit, I release stress
I wake the pen from its nap, I release stress
Even my label asks me for songs with fewer bars, because they don't catch even three
The content doesn't matter, a few tell me
What a coincidence, the same ones who are singing today
They tell me: Come to pop, Tote, you have a good time here
I say: No, my music is to release stress

If you're fed up with that bastard boss
Your kid is being bullied, chill, it's happened to all of us
The taxes that don't stop, the heart is stopped
Your partner is crazy, she's stolen even your living room
Release the stress, release the stress
Release the stress, release the stress

I wouldn't hesitate for a second and would send to jail
All those who act like monkeys on the football fields
There the scum of the world releases the stress
Come with me, brother, if you've lost your way
From my clear that you have to be on the street
But I don't follow anyone like Kanye, like Carter
The bread goes up, cousin, when I turn on the Avalon
Undisputed brother, like Álamo's Goya
In each letter there is a book that says: I am the king
Don't do weird choreography, you look like the OA
I enter your track and everything sounds okay
You come to mine and I vomit like I'm reading John Gray
I am outraged by someone who proposes crowdfunding
And that audience that pays for crowdfunding
Is the one who wants a fight for the title and is not even in the ranking
And they're worse than my album The Dark Side of Gandhi
Your heroes have dandruff, kid, I know who they are
Mine wear glasses, Royce, Elphomega, Iñigo Errejón
I'm the boss, I look at those raps
And I'm in all of them like God or the Japanese tourists haha
When I spit this shit, I release stress
I wake the pen from its nap, I release stress
I wasn't born to be a slave because I put everything I am into the smallest thing I do

If you're fed up with that bastard boss
Your kid is being bullied, chill, it's happened to all of us
The taxes that don't stop, the heart is stopped
Your partner is crazy, she's stolen even your living room
Release the stress, release the stress
Release the stress, release the stress

You don't understand me, that's your trouble
Not my fault because you don't understand me
I don't understand you either
But I don't spend my whole life trying to put a blame over on you
Because my secret didn't lie or because something didn't worked right
What you wanna call me a murderer for?
I've never killed anyone
I don't need to kill anyone

Release the stress, release the stress
Release the stress, release the stress
Release the stress, release the stress
Release the stress, release the stress