Paroles et traduction Blake - Tripl3 Tempo #En Forma 3

Tripl3 Tempo #En Forma 3

Ok, yeh
Esto es B.L.A.K.E
Mira el que solo entonaba
Vaya follada, mama

¿Vas sobra'o? Calla, quita de en medio que viene el papa
No me gusta sacarme la polla de esta manera, pero es que hace falta
Aquí hay mucha moda stupid, tú aprendiste de mí
Deja de creerte Dios e intenta rapear así

Me cago en la puta que te ha parido, no me vengas de subido tú frente a esta métrica
Mi talento se sale de esta época
Me miran por encima de, el hombro ¿de qué?, tú eres estética
Yo no hago un tema de pena, mi pana, canto y se te empina, mejor medita

Mira cómo domo la palabra men, tú habla, que no tienes este gen de genio, yo te enseño, ven
Abre la mente, corre ven, métete dentro, imagina
Que siendo el mejor te tratan como un rapper sin más, ey

Lo siento de veras, pero me toca asumir el papel de quien soy
A partir de hoy, pa' ti yo soy Dios, 'toy
Ey, estás viendo la sacada del año, niño, vete pa'l baño y dile al rebaño que siga pastando hoy

Voy a mil, fácil, bro, tú no eres yo, te cuesta
Vas de que la revientas, pero no mientas más y afronta
No saben rapear y me cuentan que reinventan, pero compa
Te sacan de tu estilo y puedo usarte como alfombra

B.L.K. puta
Mira el que solo entonaba (Uh, uh)
Puedo usarte como alfombra
Vaya follada, mama

Yo no vendo pajas
Vaya follada, mama (Uh, uh)
Esto es B.L.K., no lo ven

Abracadabra, saco la vara pa' dar a mamar a esa panda
Me encanta, se creen tanto y lo pongo a bailar kan kan
Mira la cara de fan, que se le ha quedado a tu klan, man
Sílaba a sílaba vuelve Alibaba del Hip Hop

B.L.K. se la saca, ¿novedad? Ja, ja
Claro que sí, oh shit, yo no vendo pajas
No paro ni para mear, man, hit tras hit
Dejo a todos eso rapers como Peppa Pig

Pa' calarme a mí, hay que ser médium o brujo
Tú eres un intento, yo un talento de lujo
Mira como el loco coloca tu coco poco a poco
Socorro, estoy poseído por un flow bárbaro

Ya pasó, niño shh, duérmete
¿No querías rap? Toma B.L.K., préndete
La lección para siempre, men, no jodas con quien te
Puede hacer quedar con el culo como un tren de

Renfe, tú ten fe, que de la fe se creen que
Esto depende de lo aparente y tú aparentas que te reinventas pero no cuentas na' en los temas, solo quieres más plays
Y te extraña que la gente solo quiera más Blake, ok (Ja, ja, ja)

Mira el que solo entonaba (Ja, ja, ja)
Vaya follada, mama
Mira el que solo entonaba, oh

B.L.K, puta
Mira el que solo entonaba (Uh, uh)
Puedo usarte como alfombra
Vaya follada, mama

Yo no vendo pajas
Vaya follada, mama (Uh, uh)
Esto es B.L.K, no lo ven

Tripl3 Tempo #En Forma 3

Alright, yeah
This is B.L.A.K.E
Look at the one who used to only sing
Damn girl, what a fucking

Feeling cocky? Shut up, get out of the way, daddy's coming
I don't like pulling my dick out like this, but it's necessary
There's a lot of stupid fashion here, you learned from me
Stop thinking you're God and try rapping like this

I shit on the bitch who gave birth to you, don't come at me with your arrogance in front of this flow
My talent is out of this era
They look down on me, for what? You're just aesthetics
I don't make sad songs, my friend, I sing and you get hard, better meditate

Look how I tame the words, man, you talk, you don't have this genius gene, I'll teach you, come
Open your mind, run, come in, imagine
That being the best they treat you like just another rapper, ey

I'm truly sorry, but I have to assume the role of who I am
From today on, for you I am God, I am
Hey, you're witnessing the reveal of the year, kid, go to the bathroom and tell the flock to keep grazing today

I'm going a thousand miles an hour, easy, bro, you're not me, it's hard for you
You act like you're killing it, but stop lying and face it
They don't know how to rap and they tell me they're reinventing, but dude
They take you out of your style and I can use you as a rug

B.L.K. bitch
Look at the one who used to only sing (Uh, uh)
I can use you as a rug
Damn girl, what a fucking

I don't sell bullshit
Damn girl, what a fucking (Uh, uh)
This is B.L.K., they don't see it

Abracadabra, I pull out the stick to make that gang suck
I love it, they think they're so much and I make them dance kan kan
Look at the fan face your clan has, man
Syllable by syllable, Alibaba of Hip Hop returns

B.L.K. pulls it off, what's new? Ha, ha
Of course, oh shit, I don't sell bullshit
I don't even stop to piss, man, hit after hit
I leave all those rappers like Peppa Pig

To understand me, you have to be a medium or a sorcerer
You're an attempt, I'm a luxury talent
Look how the madman places your little coconut little by little
Help, I'm possessed by a barbaric flow

It's over, shh child, go to sleep
Didn't you want rap? Take B.L.K., light up
The lesson forever, man, don't fuck with who
Can make you end up with your ass like a train of

Renfe, have faith, that from faith they believe that
This depends on appearances and you seem to reinvent yourself but you don't say anything in the songs, you just want more plays
And it's strange to you that people just want more Blake, ok (Ha, ha, ha)

Look at the one who used to only sing (Ha, ha, ha)
Damn girl, what a fucking
Look at the one who used to only sing, oh

B.L.K, bitch
Look at the one who used to only sing (Uh, uh)
I can use you as a rug
Damn girl, what a fucking

I don't sell bullshit
Damn girl, what a fucking (Uh, uh)
This is B.L.K, they don't see it