Paroles et traduction Bastardos Del Barrio - A Lo Biggxe Smxlls

A Lo Biggxe Smxlls

Suena Biggie Smalls
En el momento adecuado
Me encandila hasta en mis oidos al escucharlo
Capucha puesta... soy un bastardo asegurado

Me miran raro
Gente desconocida del vecindario
Oculto mi mundo pensando en adelantado
No deberia de hacerlo pero la intriga me gana
Ya no hay nada mas que hacer
La conciencia me mata

Ando con mi remera de Wu Tang clan
Y ustedes con esas caretas que usan y usaran
El mundo lleno de amiguitos estupidos y traidores
Es por eso que me alejo de esos sin nombre

Criminal Sound como Das efx
Vos que queres, que suene monotono
No se puede ya fue!
Nace este flow, noventa siempre quedara
Siempre con la magia de Zinedine Zidane

Lindo dia, noche oscura y los faroles prendidos
Ranchando a todas horas, lejos de los confundidos
Tenes mi apodo por todo mar del plata, ¿que queres amigo?

Son hijos mios, esto no es apto para todos
Calculando barras con mi negro codo a codo
No soy codicioso pero no me hinchen los huevos
Mi seriedad se nota a lo largo del hemisferio

Me insultaron sin conocerme es algo que no tolero
Al rescatarme de la secuencia los esquive
Soy el torero enfocado en mi squad
No somos tu swag ni swat
Me dan asco los vomito, fuck that

Brindan motherfucker rocosos, manten la calma
A esta altura de mi vida no le tengo miedo a las balas
Tengo 21 años y no se si es para mucho drama
Ya con esta edad ya era momento de rapearla

Al final esta mierda siga intacta
El sonido noventa sube sin problemas de plata
No soy ni blood ni creep ni sus farsas
Pero al escuchar esta mierda me siento Guru de Gangstars

Desenfundo y tiro con mi gang de fondo Big Pun
Rap fenomeno suena hasta en tu selva y me siento King Kong
No soy ni blood ni gil ni nada, solo soy hip hop
Segui fantaseando puta y chocate el paredon

A veces me toca ser el perdedor da igual me siento dios
No se si soy merecedor de todo lo bueno pero por que no
Con mi cara de Fal tomo el microphone
Dame el beat que ahora lo parto yo

Sostenido por mi flow, me paro de rimas
Donde pinte nigga, si de ultima ni cabida
Tu kid de porqueria, que flashas maria
Deja a los que sabe, ellos si saben fluirla

Cocinando mi shit como Raekwon
Wacho con estilo one & one
Crema pesada putrefacta o te faltaba algo mas
Lo mio es sin censura y sin duda papa

A Lo Biggxe Smxlls

Sounds Biggie Smalls
At the right time
It dazzles me even in my ears when I listen to it
Hood on... I'm an insured bastard

They look at me funny
Unknown people from the neighborhood
I hide my world by thinking ahead
I shouldn't have to but the intrigue wins me over
There's nothing else to do anymore
Conscience is killing me

I'm wearing my Wu Tang Clan T-shirt
And you with those masks that you use and will use
The world full of stupid and traitorous little friends
That's why I stay away from those nameless

Criminal Sound as Das efx
Whatever you want, let it sound monotone
It can't have been already!
This flow is born, ninety will always remain
Always with the magic of Zinedine Zidane

Nice day, dark night and the lanterns on
Ranching at all hours, away from the confused
You have my nickname all over Mar del Plata, what do you want friend?

They are my children, this is not suitable for everyone
Calculating bars with my nigga side by side
I'm not greedy but don't swell my balls
My seriousness is noticeable throughout the hemisphere

They insulted me without knowing me is something I don't tolerate
By rescuing me from the sequence I dodged them
I am the bullfighter focused on my squad
We are not your swag or swat
They make me sick I throw them up, fuck that

Toast rocky motherfucker, keep calm
At this point in my life I'm not afraid of bullets
I'm 21 and I don't know if it's for much drama
Already at this age it was time to rap it

In the end this shit is still intact
The ninety sound goes up without silver problems
I am neither blood nor creep nor their farces
But listening to this shit I feel like a Gangstar Guru

I draw and shoot with my gang in the background Big Pun
Phenomenal rap sounds even in your jungle and I feel King Kong
I'm not blood or gil or anything, I'm just hip hop
I kept fantasizing whore and hit the wall

Sometimes it's my turn to be the loser it doesn't matter I feel god
I don't know if I'm worthy of all the good but why not
With my Fal face I take the microphone
Give me the beat that I'm breaking now

Sustained by my flow, I stop rhyming
Where I paint nigga, if there's no last place
You're a shit kid, what are you flashing Maria
Let those who know, they know how to flow it

Cooking my shit like Raekwon
Wacho with one & one style
Putrid heavy cream or were you missing something else
Mine is uncensored and without a doubt pope