Paroles et traduction Baby Rasta y Gringo - Yo Soy Asi

Yo Soy Asi

Jo, braprensi,
Yo soy asi, porque soy un Braprensi,
Y ofendo a cualquiera que hable peste de mi
Sea policia, sea un fiscal, sea hasta Sila,
Mujeres fini tambien las putillas,
Perdonenme niños y niñas por mis expresiones.
No tengo culpa que yo sea asi en mis canciones, cabrones,
Dejen de mencionar mi nombre o por mi Santa Madre,
Se moriran por mis canciones.

Hola que tal comay, como esta,
Con la rafaga de tiro que no vas a esquivar,
Tu sabes tirar pero esto es mi especialidad,
Por presen ten to lo que te vas a llevar.
Jodia vieja, cabrona craquera mira mi vida,
Es perfecta no soy como tu que se gana el dinero,
Tirando a la pista jodia bicha,
Y que tu quieres que me baje sin pistay saque la pinga,
No creas que voy a caer de rodillas.
Ante ti por toda las mierdas que me digas,
Respira, aunque te sientes que te asficias,
Soy extrangulador para aquellos que a mi me tiran.

Todos lo que hablen de mi me lo maman,
Callensen la boca que no quiero mas fama,
Dejen de mencionar mi nombre a la buena o la mala,
O sino te moriras por Baby Rasta,
Y todos los que hablen de mi me lo maman,
Callensen la boca que no quiero mas fama,
Dejen de mencionar mi nombre a la buena o la mala,
O sino te moriras por Baby Rasta.

Y ahora le dan con el rap y hasta buscan una nueva pichaera,
Pa nuestra musica sacar, preocupensen por otra cosa mas importante,
Por Puerto Rico que esta a punto de virarse.
Nosotros no somos la causa para levantar,
Este pais que no se puede enderezar,
Este es el problema de los malditos partidos
Que no lleva sus cojones en su sitio,
Y hasta buscan al mas pendejo Al Pobre,
Asiendolos sentir culpable de sus errores,
Ustedes lo utilizan como sus limpiadores,
Porque siguen siendo fieles como mamadores.
Para mi son unos choro de engañadores,
Que prometen y prometen y no son cumplidores jodansen,
Quemensen en el infierno porque no tendran un voto de este maldito rapero.

Fuck verdad, fuck verdad,
Fuck verdad, fuck verdad,
Fuck verdad, fuck verdad,
Fuck verdad, fuck verdad,
Fuck verdad, fuck verdad,
Fuck verdad, fuck verdad,

Fuck verdad, fucking verdad,
Maldita verdad tu legislacion se puede ir a la mielda,
Mangastes a tu nieta clavada por un rapero,
No sera que por eso quieren joder con nuestro genero,
Tan solo le voy a dar varios ejemplos,
Escuchenme bien blancos y negros,
No estoy arrebatao, para decir lo que yo estoy sintiendo,
Ya me canse que con mi genero sigan jodiendo.

Jose se mete droga y como lo apoyan,
Y vienen a reclamarme porque inplanto moda,
Y si hay algo que me abochorna de ser rapero,
Y es ver a Vico C vestio de perro en un video,
Chico de, hijo de, miralo, con la camisa en yola por
Dentro del pantalon,
(Oh no),
Esto si esta cabron se fue pa humolandia, "y no regreso".
A mi sin embargo me acusan por mis canciones,
Y entonces me ponen como un pervertidor de menores,
Y de explotaciones de mujeres en bikinis que salen en
Videos en sus televisores,
Quieren un poquito mas, pues mas le voy a dar,
Les voy a dar otro ejemplo a la sociedad,
Si ganster con sus mujeres exitantes,
Provocan que sus niños en sus baños se tranquen a masturbarse,
Y la television de P.R poniendo peliculas de alto contenido,
De sexo, drogas, violencia y violaciones,
Y entonces juzgan a los raperos por sus canciones,
Al carajo to, que se mueran to,
A ultima hora no tengo que dar explicacion,
Y ven aca quien pone el ejemplo ustedes, o los cabrones raperos.

Todo los que hablen de mi me lo maman,
Callensen la boca que no quiero mas fama,
Dejen de mencionar mi nombre a la buena o a la mala,
O sino te moriras por Baby Rasta,
Y todo los que hablen de mi me lo maman,
Callensen la boca que no quiero mas fama,
Dejen de mencionar mi nombre a la buena o a la mala,
O sino te moriras por Baby Rasta.

(Ja, ja, ja, ja...!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
No se asusten Puerto Rico,
Es tripiando.
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
(Wooo...!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)
(Yo Vivire, No Morire,!)

I Am Like This

Yo, braprensi,
I'm like this, because I'm a Braprensi,
And I offend anyone who talks shit about me
Be it police, be it a prosecutor, be it even Sila,
Women too, also the whores,
Forgive me, boys and girls, for my expressions.
It's not my fault that I'm like this in my songs, bastards,
Stop mentioning my name or by my Holy Mother,
You will die for my songs.

Hello, what's up, comay, how are you,
With the burst of shots that you're not going to dodge,
You know how to shoot but this is my specialty,
For the present I give you what you are going to get.
Damn old woman, fucking crackhead look at my life,
It's perfect, I'm not like you who earns money,
Throwing it on the track, damn bitch,
And you want me to get down without a gun and take out my dick,
Don't think I'm going to fall to my knees.
Before you for all the shit you tell me,
Breathe, even if you feel like you're suffocating,
I'm a strangler for those who shoot at me.

All those who talk about me suck it,
Shut your mouths, I don't want any more fame,
Stop mentioning my name for better or worse,
Or else you'll die for Baby Rasta,
And all those who talk about me suck it,
Shut your mouths, I don't want any more fame,
Stop mentioning my name for better or worse,
Or else you'll die for Baby Rasta.

And now they hit it with rap and even look for a new gimmick,
To take out our music, worry about something more important,
For Puerto Rico that is about to turn around.
We are not the cause for raising,
This country that cannot be straightened,
This is the problem of the damn parties
That don't carry their balls in place,
And they even look for the dumbest one, the Poor one,
Making them feel guilty for their mistakes,
You use them as your cleaners,
Because they remain faithful like suckers.
For me they are a bunch of deceivers,
That promise and promise and are not fulfillers, fuck off,
Burn in hell because you will not have a vote from this damn rapper.

Fuck truth, fuck truth,
Fuck truth, fuck truth,
Fuck truth, fuck truth,
Fuck truth, fuck truth,
Fuck truth, fuck truth,
Fuck truth, fuck truth,

Fuck truth, fucking truth,
Damn truth, your legislation can go to hell,
You screwed your granddaughter, nailed by a rapper,
Could it be that's why they want to fuck with our genre,
I'm just going to give you some examples,
Listen to me well, whites and blacks,
I'm not arrested, to say what I'm feeling,
I'm tired of them continuing to fuck with my genre.

Jose does drugs and how they support him,
And they come to complain to me because I implant fashion,
And if there is something that shames me to be a rapper,
It is to see Vico C dressed as a dog in a video,
Boy of, son of, look at him, with his shirt tucked in through his
Pants,
(Oh no),
This is really fucked up, he went to humolandia, "and didn't come back".
However, they accuse me for my songs,
And then they put me like a child molester,
And for the exploitation of women in bikinis that appear in
Videos on their televisions,
You want a little more, well, I'm going to give you more,
I'm going to give you another example to society,
If Gangster with their exciting women,
They cause their children to lock themselves in their bathrooms to masturbate,
And P.R. television showing movies with high content,
Of sex, drugs, violence and rape,
And then they judge rappers for their songs,
To hell with it all, let them all die,
At the end of the day, I don't have to give any explanation,
And come here who sets the example, you, or the fucking rappers.

All those who talk about me suck it,
Shut your mouths, I don't want any more fame,
Stop mentioning my name for better or worse,
Or else you'll die for Baby Rasta,
And all those who talk about me suck it,
Shut your mouths, I don't want any more fame,
Stop mentioning my name for better or worse,
Or else you'll die for Baby Rasta.

(Ha, ha, ha, ha...!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
Don't be scared Puerto Rico,
It's tripping.
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
(Wooo...!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)
(I Will Live, I Will Not Die,!)