Paroles et traduction Bubaseta - Retina Floja

Retina Floja

Ahhhh
Prende la mota (busbaseta)
Prende la mota

Mientras pasa el tiempo te consumiré
Y si es a fuego lento más feliz seré
Hasta que aparezca
Faldita va pa' la pared
Mata la pasión, diversión y la inspiración
Déjenos tranquilos, déjenos viajar
No descarguen los motores, déjenos volar
Tranquilito por los cielos de locura ciudad
Te lo dice bubaseta y mov originala

Prende la mota, camina, enróllala, fumala
Anestesiado por el porro que te apaña, fumala
Es diario en la esquina con personas, siempre manes secundarios
Machucado pide ese papel pero no tiene pal' fuego, conchesumario

Oh ah oh ah
Mientras pongo esa mano
Y tu nos vemos luego la vida por las nubes y jugando con el fuego
Los colores y matices observando las violetas
Bienvenido a la rutina mientras ellos van fumeta
Aspiren a la fase, porque, porque
Ya es hora de hacer la música, soporte

Prende la mota, emprende la nota
Comprende que flota
Hoy vuelo no troto y brota la planta con la nota mi mente explota
'Ta seca mi boca, sofoca
Prende el foco, mada facka
Rima de roca en roca
El cemento se dota, enfoca
El humo se envoca con broka
Conbrokabros se saca un Faso despoja y coje en retina floja
Las neuronas me despojan y hacen que la lírica
Escoja par de párrafos que cojan con métrica roja foca
Rap de foca
No, no encesta mi boca
Se emboca, ya convocó una junta con 4 cuates broca

Mientras pasa el tiempo te consumiré
Y si es a fuego lento más feliz seré
Hasta que aparezca
Faldita va pa' la pared
Mata la pasión, diversión y la inspiración
Déjenos tranquilos, déjenos viajar
No descarguen los motores, déjenos volar
Tranquilito por los cielos de locura ciudad
Te lo dice bubaseta y mov originala

Retina Floja

Oh my
Light the blunt (busbaseta)
Light the blunt

As time goes by, I'll consume you
And if I do it slowly, I'll be much more happy
Until she appears
Little skirt, she goes on the wall
She kills my passion, my fun, and my inspiration
Leave us in peace, and let us travel
Don't shut off the engines, let us fly
Nice and quiet through the skies of this crazy city
Bubaseta tells you this, and mov originala

Light the blunt, roll it up, smoke it
Numbed by the joint you got, smoke it
It's always at the corner with people, with always people in second place
Bruised, you ask for that paper, but you don't have anything to light it with, damn you

Oh ah oh ah
As I put my hand on it
And then we see each other later, our lives in the clouds, playing with fire
The colors and details watching the daisies
Welcome to the routine, while they go smoking
Dream big, because, because
It's time to make music, support

Light the blunt, write the music
Understand that it floats
Today I fly, I don't trot, and the plant grows with the sound, my mind explodes
My mouth is dry, it suffocates
Light the light, mada facka
Rhyme from rock to rock
The concrete is filled with it, it focuses
The smoke is drowning with broka
Withbrokabros, a Faso is brought out, it strips and gets stuck in lazy retina
The brain cells strip me and make the lyrics
Pick a couple of paragraphs that fit with a red metric focus
Seal rap
No, my mouth doesn't score
It messes up, and you've called a meeting with 4 dudes, broca

As time goes by, I'll consume you
And if I do it slowly, I'll be much more happy
Until she appears
Little skirt, she goes on the wall
She kills my passion, my fun, and my inspiration
Leave us in peace, and let us travel
Don't shut off the engines, let us fly
Nice and quiet through the skies of this crazy city
Bubaseta tells you this, and mov originala