Paroles et traduction Bastardos Del Barrio feat. NANO - Suspects

Suspects

Aqui se escuchan sequitos, no se quitó
Al rap se le hace honor de enero a enero... no...
Voy bien vestido okey, analizame el flow
Bastardos del barrio, ene a ene o

Pongan play, okey, me bailan unas pares, lo se...
Carita blanca y una espalda dificil de torcer
En casa busco temas, latas, plata, vino y champagne
Mientras tu gato hablando solo esnifa cocaine
Y otra vez subido al show bless, si ven muevelo
Que estoy cansado de perderme entre sus ojos marron
Me alisto al punto cosecha, mecha quien? prendelo!
Que traje para el viaje solo, de la casa al vagon
Oyelo! amanecido, soy mal agradecido
Acido, agrio (que!), clasico y vacio
Perdi el amor por vos nena cuando escuche tu cumbia
Y vi tu cintura meneando como lo haces conmigo
No vivo tu pelicula, DeNiro, ni deliro rios
Por bastas palabras, abran paso y hagan lio
Mios son los monumentos propios
Que en letras escribo al frio y a la luna,
Una seca por los que olvido.
Deje de mesurarme, me quite la verguenza
Vemos todos quien esta comiendo de su mesa,
Mes a mes me quito el estres con un blister, fue!
Pa'mi nada cambio, solo me subio la fuerza
Ahora todos son compañeros, ciegos y colegas
No descargues mi disco, niño, no alcanzan los megas.
Rella! relajate chaman!
Al apuro hacelo tiempo sino to'sale mal
No me embarro en opiniones, les pregunto que tal
Si lo suyo suena "Libre", mi calibre es de fal
De los dedos alza varios y ponete a contar
¿Cuantos de tus cien escritos te sonaron igual?
No me vale tu antirap, re lleca, nadie me odia
Traperos rasos robando las pastilla'a su novia
Lo suyo no da asco hermano, al caso me da fobia
Vengan por los Bastardos, si viven cuenten la historia
(Que!) nada me enoja hermano!
Si hay rap y birra, al medio, bienvenido somos varios
Choque con puño y eso, falta mucho pa'las manos
Morirme y reflejarme en la pared, asi nos vamos.

No esperes nada de mi, soy un mal tipo
Solo hay tiempo pa'l deal, y pa'mi equipo
Undereated Kids, controla el juego, es algo tipico
Junta de reyes, rimas duras en ritmos cinicos
Birra y pucho a medias en la esquina
Grabar las vivencias sin caer, tarea fina
Tocas a mis hermanos ¿Sabes como es que termina?
Si no sos del hood, normal que esto no te defina
(Naaa!) no hables de como crecimos
Nacimos pobres, en un barrio conflictivo
Donde si usas capucha no te para el colectivo
Y si no habia pa'comer, habia actos delictivos.
Mueve su culo pa' mi y rompe el pantalon
Quiero un Cadillac y que la vista Louis Vuitton
Sabe que guardo la plata del hosseo en un cajon
Laburando con los jefes siendo mi propio patron
Vivir bien, morir joven y siendo rico
Con un Cassio en la mano y pisando un 325
Workeando por la flia, sin descansar los domingos
Defendiendola a los guantes y en la calle como Kimbo
Mis notas diciendome que lo mantenga real
Por eso lo suelto crudo, MDP State of Mind
Fekas que ni me miran, hater's que miran mal
Por que mi bando son Genji's y ellos no pueden entrar
Volvemos con la mierda que esperan
Gente de barrio que antes no tenia pa'la cena
Y ahora vez pasar con sus naikis y una cadena
Si no sabes del game, no te metas en mierda ajena
Word up negga!
Esto es pa'que muevan el cuello
¿Quienes son los mejores?, Papi! graban en mi sello
Majalulos que estan intentando ser camellos,
Facturando como estrellas, pero sin soltar destellos
Sigo perdiendo brillo, estoy a quince por ciento
Observando bodrios de combos sin talento
O engolosinamiento en bolos sin aliento
No entran en lo que abarco ni en lo que represento
Y miento si digo que no escuche reggaeton
Si aca arrancamo'con Julito Maraña y Metele Sazon
Wasa wasa, el que sabe, sabe... un vacilon
Mis respetos a El Abayarde, Tego Calderon
Asi conoci la calle y los OG de mi manzana
No tenian Tec-9 ni en el rostro una bandana
Si buscan el flush y quieren ser ricos esta es la ante sala
Negocios con gente que no se tapa la cara
Perdon mamá, no puedo salir de esto
Solamente querias que fuese un pibe modesto
Invierto tiempo en musica, ese es el presupuesto
Y si hay que llenar la heladera, obvio al hip hop le apuesto

Aqui se escuchan sequitos, no se quitó
Al rap se le hace honor de enero a enero... no...
Voy bien vestido okey, analizame el flow
Bastardos del barrio, ene a ene o
Aqui se escuchan sequitos, no se quitó
Al rap se le hace honor de enero a enero... no...
Voy bien vestido okey, analizame el flow
Bastardos del barrio, ene a ene o

(Que! Nano & BGK, One chance y Made in Stret GVNG)

Suspects

Here you hear the rhythm, it never stopped
We honor rap from January to January... no...
I'm well dressed, okay, analyze my flow
Bastardos del barrio, N to the E or O

Press play, okay, dance a few for me, I know...
White face and a back that's hard to bend
At home I look for beats, cans, money, wine and champagne
While your cat, talking to himself, sniffs cocaine
And once again, up on the show, bless, if you see it move it
'Cause I'm tired of getting lost in your brown eyes
I'm getting ready for the harvest point, wick who? Light it up!
What I brought for the solo trip, from home to the wagon
Listen! Up all night, I'm ungrateful
Acidic, sour (what!), classic and empty
I lost my love for you, babe, when I heard your cumbia
And saw your waist swaying like you do with me
I don't live your movie, DeNiro, nor do I rave rivers
For enough words, make way and cause chaos
Mine are the monuments of my own
That I write in letters to the cold and the moon,
A toast for those I forget.
I stopped measuring myself, I took away the shame
Let's all see who's eating from his table,
Month by month I get rid of stress with a blister, boom!
For me nothing changed, only my strength increased
Now everyone is a companion, blind and colleagues
Don't download my album, kid, there aren't enough megabytes.
Relax! Relax, shaman!
Do it quickly, otherwise it'll all go wrong
I don't get caught up in opinions, I ask them how it is
If yours sounds "Free", my caliber is FAL
Raise several fingers and start counting
How many of your hundred writings sounded the same to you?
Your anti-rap is worthless to me, really lame, nobody hates me
Basic trappers stealing pills from their girlfriends
Yours doesn't disgust me, brother, it gives me phobia
Come for the Bastards, if you live tell the story
(What!) Nothing makes me angry, brother!
If there's rap and beer, in the middle, welcome, there are several of us
Fist bump and that's it, it's a long way from hands
To die and see myself reflected on the wall, that's how we go.

Don't expect anything from me, I'm a bad guy
There's only time for the deal, and for my team
Underrated Kids, control the game, it's something typical
Meeting of kings, hard rhymes in cynical rhythms
Beer and cigarette in halves on the corner
Record the experiences without falling, fine task
You touch my brothers, you know how it ends?
If you're not from the hood, it's normal that this doesn't define you
(Naaa!) Don't talk about how we grew up
We were born poor, in a conflicted neighborhood
Where if you wear a hood, the bus doesn't stop for you
And if there was nothing to eat, there were criminal acts.
Move your ass for me and rip your pants
I want a Cadillac and the Louis Vuitton view
You know I keep the hustling money in a drawer
Working with the bosses, being my own boss
Live well, die young and rich
With a Casio on my hand and stepping on a 325
Working for the family, without resting on Sundays
Defending it with my fists and in the street like Kimbo
My notes telling me to keep it real
That's why I let it out raw, MDP State of Mind
Fake people who don't even look at me, haters who look at me wrong
Because my side is Genji's and they can't get in
We're back with the shit you expect
People from the neighborhood who used to have nothing for dinner
And now you see them passing by with their Nikes and a chain
If you don't know about the game, don't get into other people's shit
Word up negga!
This is for you to move your neck
Who are the best? Daddy! They record on my label
Fools who are trying to be camels,
Billing like stars, but without releasing sparkles
I keep losing brightness, I'm at fifteen percent
Observing the garbage of talentless combos
Or infatuation with breathless bowling
They don't fit into what I encompass or what I represent
And I lie if I say I haven't listened to reggaeton
If here we started with Julito Maraña and Metele Sazon
Wasa wasa, the one who knows, knows... a good time
My respects to El Abayarde, Tego Calderon
That's how I got to know the street and the OGs of my block
They didn't have Tec-9s or a bandana on their faces
If you're looking for the flush and want to be rich, this is the antechamber
Business with people who don't cover their faces
Sorry mom, I can't get out of this
You just wanted me to be a modest kid
I invest time in music, that's the budget
And if I have to fill the fridge, obviously I bet on hip hop

Here you hear the rhythm, it never stopped
We honor rap from January to January... no...
I'm well dressed, okay, analyze my flow
Bastardos del barrio, N to the E or O
Here you hear the rhythm, it never stopped
We honor rap from January to January... no...
I'm well dressed, okay, analyze my flow
Bastardos del barrio, N to the E or O

(What! Nano & BGK, One chance and Made in Stret GVNG)