Paroles et traduction Amenaza Mxm feat. Gera Mxm, Crox Mxm, Aleman, Tabernario & DJ Sonico - Reunion (Bonus Track)

Reunion (Bonus Track)

Se mueve y no sabe como se juegan las ligas de vatos tan grandes
Quieren vivir la de raper, pero se mueren de hambre

Ándele
Que digan cuantos son y punto
En el micro somos 6 traetelos a todos juntos
Yo que tú ni los interumpo
Es más ni les pregunto
Y si estoy en el estudio se puso serio el asunto

Escupo grupos con trupos que tienes y van buscando cupo
Las de crew me gustan negras por si mato andar de luto
Baja, el eje, desde San Luis aleje
Presta el micro, suelta el ritmo, y te muestro quien son los jefes

Refeere,
Entonces dime que si
Quieres con mi clicka y los ahorco con un free, hey
Dile a esos Mcs que no pasen por aquí

Que le bajen a sus huevos si no quieren competir
En la Mexa mafia click, ah
Firmes hasta el fin
Na, lo nuestro si es real no tu puto alucin

En el micro soy preciso, en el ritmo compromiso
Las palabras las fabrico como los relojes suizos
¿Cómo te lo explico men?, you can't understand
Que soy esa mezcla entre la experiencia y el nivel

Somos un portal a los 90s
Beatboys en las banquetas
Hopboys con el clavo en las calcetas
Un mal ejemplo pa la banda droga con demandas
Somos el estilo que no tiene ni el respeto que les falta

Y aquí vamos,
Aplastando aquien se nos ponga en frente
Veen poquita fama y ya de inmediato ya se crecen
Es lo que pasa en un pais con gran delito
Existen muchos homicidas que van matando a sus micros

Hablan de calle y en la calle nunca estan
La mentira es lo que venden, mienten solo por soldar

Es el nivel de Mex si así siempre
Se escuchan falsos poetas y al que encierran ya no lo ven
Nosotros el equipo que lo hacemos de verdad
Cada quien aporta algo por el rap en su ciudad

Escribo buenos rap como el gran Entenaszi
Hoy presento, San josé, San Lucás en La Paz
Aunque tarden las nalga'as me inspiro
Sabiendo que soy el único que se esta pegando el tiro

Perdedor no sigas ta' loco el chamaco
Pendejo por algo me dicen Alemaniaco
Y claro que te opaco simon en sex
Por el estilo cada quien esta donde merece
Como crack se cuece la buena merca, Home Room
Estos perros se vuelan la cerca

Seria, rucas, estrocas, coca
Muchos sueñan esa vida loca
¿Quiéres un sopapo?, ten lo que te toca
Tiran mucha mierda frezca por la boca

No fuman por la calle, le temen a la chota
Entre menos burros quedan más mazorcas
Ahí te va la soga, yo sé que solo te ahorcas
Tienes varias cuentas pendientes con la tropa

Tengo,
Hambre por fumar mota
Tu puta en mi cama con tacones y sin ropa
Te voy a demostra lo poquito que me importas
M3XM se teletransportan

(Fuck)
(Fuck)
(Fuck)
(Fuck)
(Sonico)
(Yeah motherfuckers)
(Yeah motherfuckes)

Reunion (Bonus Track)

He moves and doesn't know how the leagues of such great guys are played
They want to live the rapper's life, but they're starving to death.

Come on
Let them say how many they are and that's it
In the mic we are 6 bring them all together
If I were you, I wouldn't even interrupt them
What's more, I wouldn't even ask them
And if I'm in the studio, it's getting serious

I spit out groups with corpses that you have and are looking for a spot
I like the black ones because if I kill them, I'll be in mourning
Baja, the axis, from San Luis aleje
Loan the mic, drop the rhythm, and I'll show you who the bosses are

Referee,
So tell me if you would
You want with my clicka and I'll hang them with a free, hey
Tell those Mcs not to come around here

Tell them to lower their balls if they don't want to compete
In the Mexa mafia click, ah
Strong until the end
Na, ours is real, not your fucking hallucination

On the mic I am precise, on the rhythm I am committed
I make the words like the Swiss make watches
How do I explain it to you, man? You can't understand
That I am that mix between experience and level

We are a portal to the 90s
Beatboys on the sidewalks
Hopboys with the nail in their socks
A bad example for the gang, drugs with lawsuits
We're the style that doesn't even have the respect they lack

And here we go,
Crushing anyone who gets in our way
They see a little bit of fame and they immediately start to grow
That's what happens in a country with a lot of crime
There are many murderers who go around killing their mics

They talk about the street and they're never on the street
The lie is what they sell, they lie just to solder

It's the Mex level, always like that
You hear false poets and the one who is locked up, you don't see him anymore
We're the team that does it for real
Each one contributes something to rap in his city

I write good raps like the great Entenaszi
Today I present, San José, San Lucás in La Paz
Even though the nalga'as are late, I get inspired
Knowing that I am the only one who is shooting myself

Loser, don't follow, the guy's crazy
Punk, that's why they call me Alemaniaco
And of course I overshadow you in sex
By style, each one is where he deserves to be
The good merca is cooked like crack, Home Room
These dogs fly over the fence

Serious, bitches, punches, coke
Many dream of that crazy life
Do you want a punch in the face? Here's what you get
They throw a lot of fresh shit out of their mouths

They don't smoke in the street, they're afraid of the cops
The less donkeys left, the more ears of corn
There's the rope, I know you're only hanging yourself
You have several pending accounts with the troops

I have,
Hunger for smoking weed
Your bitch in my bed with heels and no clothes
I'm going to show you how little I care
M3XM teleport

(Fuck)
(Fuck)
(Fuck)
(Fuck)
(Sonico)
(Yeah motherfuckers)
(Yeah motherfuckes)