Paroles et traduction Bob Dylan - Santa-Fe - Studio Outtake - 1967

Santa-Fe - Studio Outtake - 1967

Oie erick traigo un dulce un dulce
Berbon para que te lo comas todo
Ok santa 2008
La verguiza de tu vida cosculluela
Va!!
K onda kapo no quieres que te pegue
Una rafaga de putasos en el osico o ke?
Dj erick cierra el osico hijo de puta
No intentes compararme con tus letras tan estupidas
Te cres dj por tus pistas de brubrucks
Respeto a tu mujer porque tiene mas huevos que tu
Jajajajajajajajaja!!!!!!
No tengo nada contra la real solo contigo
Para acermela de pedo ocupas a tus amigos
Yo tengo aliados hasta en tu propio grupo
Dj erick no eres nadie y en tu cara te lo escupoo!!!
Que seria fatal mas que un niño down
De quien te conosiera sin el guerrillero
Y las rolas de cuawn pendejo
Te haces llamar vieja escuela
Me acusas de copion si tu nombres
Es erikyuelaa!
Te cres cosculluela y aunque te duela
Tu punto ras mediocree no me llega ni a la
Altura de la suela te crees dj con pistas
De dos por tres los cabrones y ni despues de muerto
Tu me pones donde me digas español mejor
Cierra el osico si tu sueño es se boricua
Y cantar con don Francisco criticas
El cristal porque no saves hacerlo
Habre el osico que vengo dispuesto a mearlo
No disparas plomo solo disparas salva
De esta putisa esta vez ni Dios te salvara
Odiado por tu hijo y que sera de su vida futura
Aver nacido kon un padre que es basura
No pueden en el rap y recurren a los golpes
Tipico alto de putos raperos torpes pero
A uno a uno frente a frente en
Hermosillo no dijistes nada okupas
De tu gente porque solo no haces nada
Pobre pendejo me la pelas no ocupo
Desir mas porque ya te gane con las
Primeras lineas cabron respeta
Y rindeme ovaciones
Las unicas balas que sueltan
Son los efectos de tus canciones
Eres un dextermaton tu triple
Siete lo transformo en un triplex cabron
Tu no eres un rapero mas bien eres un troi
Tu nombre es el capo la verguenza de compoy
Respeto dos que tres de tu grupo y de tu club
Quisiste meter a todos porque solo no podias tu
Soy el enano que derumbara al gigante hijo de perra
Me envidias porque me escuchan mas a mi en tus tierras
Tienes tiempo en el rap y no has podido mejorar
Conosco a novatos que te pueden aplastar
Cabron vete a casa no es un dia de suerte
Despues de esta putisa ni tu madre va a quererte
Si vas a responder no tires tus rolas mierdas
Aunque me tires mil canciones me vas a pelar la verga!!!
Cuando yo quiero me paro en tu ciudad dj erik
Tu me odias porque no puedes en rap
Yo siempre en el rap te meto la verga entera
Tu mas de veintitantos y sigues con tus rimas mecas
Me tratas de apantallar te subes a la tele y me
Haces dejar de rapear pobre payaso mamon
Hijo de puta quieres llamar la atencion
Pobre basura quieres fama o que tramas
Mama de esta capo eres joto
Mal rapero y con cara de sapo
Yo se komo capo respeta yo soy supremo
Tu eres mi perra nacional yo te quemo kon un demo
Pendejo esto es masacre pa que entiendas
Hoy el bastardo va a mamarme a mi entre pierna
Me cago en tu cara y enpiezo pokat!!
Yao!!!!
No komo de tus pistas mecas
Tu no rapeas en internet te
Parto en la madre cabron
Cuando yo keiro me paro en Obregon
Conductor y rapero basura
Ojala y te mueras hijo de tu puta madre
Serrando osicos
Ojala y te mee un perro
Erikyuela yao!!
Para que llekes quien manda va??
Culero
Srm rap en mayusculas
Grabatelo bien
Ya tu saves pa no?
Yo te conosco y
Tu me conoces
Pendejo!!!!!!!
Tu sabes quien domina en la isla pa na?
Pendejo esto es tener huevos ok
O cuando me quieras pegar ya saves
Por donde me la llevo puto
Ya tu sabes donde estoy cuando voy
A Obregon cuando kieras pero
Ve tu solo puto tengo huevos
Puto lo que te falta
Tu hijo hijo va a escupir sobre ti
Cuando sea grande
Basura!!!!
Pobre pendejo
Checa me cago en ti
Y en kien kieras
Erriiiieeel
Pendejo!!!!
Eres la burla de la real
Pobre basura
Sacas 10 camisetas por cada
Cancion verdad?? jaja
Pobre pendejo
Rm eyao santa
Biene corta dejalo
Ya haci se hace
Andele hijo de tu puta madre
La verguiza de tu vida
Cusculluela.

Santa-Fe - Studio Outtake - 1967

Hey Erick, I brought you a sweet, a sweet
Bourbon for you to eat it all
Ok Santa 2008
The beating of your life, Cosculluela
Go!!
What's up, dude? Don't you want me to hit you
A burst of punches in the mouth, or what?
DJ Erick, shut your mouth, son of a bitch
Don't try to compare me with your stupid lyrics
You think you're a DJ because of your Brubrucks tracks
I respect your wife because she has more balls than you
Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!
I have nothing against the Real, just you
To act tough, you need your friends
I have allies even in your own group
DJ Erick, you're nobody, and I spit it in your face!!!
That would be fatal, more than a Down syndrome child
From who knew you without Guerrillero
And Cuawn's tracks, idiot
You call yourself old school
You accuse me of being a copycat, if your name is
Erikyuelaa!
You think you're Cosculluela, and even though it hurts you
Your half-assed point doesn't even reach my
Sole height, you think you're a DJ with tracks
Of two by three, you bastards, and not even after death
You put me where you say, better Spanish
Shut your mouth if your dream is to be Puerto Rican
And sing with Don Francisco, you criticize
The crystal because you don't know how to do it
Open your mouth, I come willing to piss on it
You don't shoot lead, you only shoot saliva
From this beating, not even God will save you this time
Hated by your son, and what will become of his future life
Having been born with a father who is trash
They can't rap and resort to blows
Typical bunch of fucking clumsy rappers but
One by one, face to face in
Hermosillo you didn't say anything, you need
Your people because you can't do anything alone
Poor idiot, you suck it, I don't need
To say more because I already beat you with the
First lines, bastard, respect
And give me ovations
The only bullets they release
Are the effects of your songs
You're a Dextermaton, your triple
Seven, I transform it into a triplex, bastard
You're not a rapper, you're more like a Troy
Your name is Capo, the shame of Compoy
I respect two or three from your group and your club
You wanted to involve everyone because you couldn't do it alone
I'm the dwarf who will bring down the giant, son of a bitch
You envy me because they listen to me more in your lands
You've been in rap for a long time and haven't been able to improve
I know newbies who can crush you
Bastard, go home, it's not a lucky day
After this beating, not even your mother will love you
If you're going to respond, don't throw your shitty tracks
Even if you throw a thousand songs at me, you're going to suck my dick!!!
When I want to, I stand in your city, DJ Erik
You hate me because you can't rap
I always stick my whole dick in you in rap
You're over twenty-something and still with your lame rhymes
You try to show off, you go on TV and make me
Stop rapping, poor clown sucker
Son of a bitch, you want to get attention
Poor trash, do you want fame or what are you plotting
Mommy of this Capo, you're a fag
Bad rapper and with a frog face
I know how, Capo, respect, I am supreme
You're my national bitch, I burn you with a demo
Idiot, this is a massacre so you understand
Today the bastard is going to suck me between my legs
I shit in your face and start pokat!!
Yao!!!!
I don't eat your lame tracks
You don't rap on the internet, I
Break your mother, bastard
When I want, I stand in Obregon
Driver and rapper trash
I hope you die, son of your fucking mother
Shutting mouths
I hope a dog pisses on you
Erikyuela yao!!
So you lick who's in charge, right?
Asshole
Srm rap in capital letters
Record it well
You already know, right?
I know you and
You know me
Idiot!!!!!!!
You know who dominates the island, right?
Idiot, this is having balls, okay
Or when you want to hit me, you know
Where I take it, fucker
You know where I am when I go
To Obregon whenever you want, but
Go alone, fucker, I have balls
Fucker, what you lack
Your son will spit on you
When he grows up
Trash!!!!
Poor idiot
Check, I shit on you
And whoever you want
Erriiiieeel
Idiot!!!!
You're the laughingstock of the Real
Poor trash
You release 10 shirts for each
Song, right?? haha
Poor idiot
Rm eyao santa
It comes short, leave it
That's how it's done
Come on, son of your fucking mother
The beating of your life
Cusculluela.