Paroles et traduction Canserbero, Benzina, McKlopedia & Kaputo - Corre

Corre

hey you corre por tu vida
que el mundo se va acabar es el can
incendio con benzina
ya no hay mas alternativas ni huidas
hey you corre por tu vida
que este mundo se acabo
se juntaron las dos aplanadoras
y en el medio de la canción yo
Canserbero
hey hey hey
Ya yo no tengo na que demostrarle a nadie mas
quien camina por donde el can las manos en el aire ya
comi bastantes verdes no precisamente por gula
y solo la muerte arrancara de mis manos la armadura
mintiera si les dijera que no naci pa' esto
cierro los ojos veo textos
que usan mi mente de aposentos
siento que mis canciones aun no son del todo buenas
sin embargo compara con las tuyas suenan supremas
ya no hay límites visibles mi rap élite
solamente imbéciles
podrian negar lo que aqui enseñan
me atrevería a decir que este es el nacimiento
del subgénero de rap mas real en los últimos tiempos
fanaticos se confundirán con ejércitos
estupidos caeran ante este rotundo éxito
y les guste o no llevaran letra hasta por el culo
Del pasado sabia que del presente seria el futuro
cierro los ojos y escribo cual poseido
el beat se rie conmigo mis rimas son puñales en tus oidos
hoy es uno de esos dias en que no creo en amigos
voy a mi en el beat que te voy a parti en menos de un chasquido
malditos no se cansan de ser pisoteados ah
no entienden que pa esto del hip hop no sirven pa na
aveces pienso que su critica constante
es solamente para sentirse importante
pero que va acá territorio e caballo jamas ensayo
siempre hallo la forma de que mordas parezcan vasallos
llevamos años recordandoles que el rap es pa rapiar
y ellos se enfrascan en querer amenazar
pero na que va eso no es aca
para bola y te explico
esto no es reggeton de puerto rico
ni un videito e raperitos
esto es rap de venezuela mijito
asi que o te adaptas o te acostumbras a cerra el hocico
tu no eres real haciendo ese rap irreal
por que sencillamente a mi no me da la gana de dejarte sonar
kaputo en el instrumental
y que reales decidan
su tu basura o mi disco vida rapea benzina
Benzina
rivales es benzina la musa con genitales
pa recordales mis cabales
hace añales los perdi
haci que a my wanna by
no me impresionan las personas que clonan el libreto
que tienen guetthos de la tv
por si no lo sabes me sabe a mierda tu odisea
osea esto es rap rapea
es la idea maldita sea
pa que vean otra cancion de competencia por favor
pero señor sin competencia no existiera el mejor
ve a tu alrededor y dime si no tengo razones
pa hacer canciones que hablen de lo que hablan hampones
bocones pa muestra benzina y can dos botones
que ya tienen mas clones
que balas los peines de sus cañones
que lo que canto te la corta por que nada aporta
¿y quien te dijo a ti que a mi la cultura me importa?
asi que agarra tu escoba no es coba
la moda nos incomoda y todas las odas
que ocasionan dos violas en euroras
otra rola de una rocola que no se apagara
y acabara con cascaras de pollos con mascara caracterizaciones
de buenas acciones hacen falta
respalda tus valores pa que valores lo que cantas
que a mi la verdad en tanga me causa mas morbo
que tu electrochanga levantando falda a tus oidos sordos
que este es solo un sorbo del mar lirical
que se avecina de pura benzina
que rima a rima por encima de cimas
creada por el ego de lego que tienen tantos
y mientras cuento cuantos cuentos cantan canto mas malandro
que tu hip hop malandro
ja ese mismo que le hace la manuela a manuel alejandro
es que hay un bando con la mente en el norte y llena e pandillas
tu rap no es rap y es venezolano entre comillas
ya ladilla sus rencillas no me impresionaron
sigue creyendo monstruo el rostro de monstruo que despertaron
su disparo calro aclaro no paro no parare
versos acaparo deja el paro y busca amparo que reparare
aproximadamente veinte mentes por segundo
para que tu cambies tu y no tu quieras cambia al mundo
(McKlopedia)
hey you corre por tu vida
que el mundo se va acabar es el can
incendio con benzina
ya no hay mas alternativas ni huidas
hey you corre por tu vidaaa
que este mundo se acabooo
se juntaron las dos aplanadoras
y en el medio de la cancion yo
(bis)
...listo

Run

Hey you, run for your life
The world's about to end, it's the Can
Inferno with Benzina
There are no more alternatives, no escapes
Hey you, run for your life
This world is over
The two steamrollers have come together
And in the middle of the song, I
Canserbero
Hey hey hey
I have nothing left to prove to anyone
The one who walks where the Can is, hands in the air already
I've eaten enough greens, not exactly out of greed
And only death will tear the armor from my hands
I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't born for this
I close my eyes and see texts
That use my mind as their dwelling place
I feel like my songs aren't quite good enough yet
However, compared to yours, they sound supreme
There are no more visible limits, my rap is elite
Only imbeciles
Could deny what they learn here
I would dare to say that this is the birth
Of the most real rap subgenre in recent times
Fans will be mistaken for armies
Stupid people will fall before this resounding success
And like it or not, they'll carry lyrics even up their ass
From the past, I knew that I would be the future of the present
I close my eyes and write like a possessed man
The beat laughs with me, my rhymes are daggers in your ears
Today is one of those days when I don't believe in friends
I'm coming at you on the beat, I'm going to break you in less than a snap
The damned don't get tired of being trampled on, ah
They don't understand that they're good for nothing in hip hop
Sometimes I think their constant criticism
Is just to make themselves feel important
But what's up here, horse territory, I never rehearse
I always find a way to make you biters look like vassals
We've been reminding them for years that rap is for rapping
And they get caught up in wanting to threaten
But nah, that's not how it is here
Stop it and I'll explain
This isn't reggaeton from Puerto Rico
Nor a little video of rappers
This is rap from Venezuela, baby
So either you adapt or you get used to shutting your trap
You're not real making that unreal rap
Because I simply don't feel like letting you sound off
Kaputo on the instrumental
And let the real ones decide
Your trash or my album, life rap, Benzina
Benzina
Rivals, it's Benzina, the muse with genitals
To remind you of my talents
I lost them years ago
So my wannabes
I'm not impressed by people who clone the notebook
Who have ghettos from TV
In case you don't know, your odyssey tastes like shit to me
I mean, this is rap, rap
That's the idea, damn it
So they can see another competition song, please
But sir, without competition, there wouldn't be the best
Look around you and tell me if I don't have reasons
To make songs that talk about what thugs talk about
Big mouths, for example, Benzina and Can, two buttons
That already have more clones
Than bullets in the magazines of their guns
That what I sing cuts you off because it contributes nothing
And who told you that culture matters to me?
So grab your broom, it's not flattery
Fashion bothers us, and all the odes
That cause two violas in euros
Another song from a jukebox that won't turn off
And will end with chicken shells with masks, characterizations
Of good deeds are needed
Back up your values so you value what you sing
Because the truth in a thong causes me more excitement
Than your electro-changa lifting skirts to your deaf ears
That this is just a sip of the lyrical sea
That is coming, pure Benzina
That rhyme by rhyme, above the peaks
Created by the Lego ego that so many have
And while I count how many stories they sing, I sing more thug
Than your thug hip hop
Ha, the same one that gives a handjob to Manuel Alejandro
It's that there's a side with their minds in the north and full of gangs
Your rap isn't rap, and it's Venezuelan in quotes
Already annoying, your quarrels didn't impress me
Keep believing, monster, the face of the monster they awakened
Their shot, of course, I clarify, I don't stop, I won't stop
I monopolize verses, stop the strike and seek shelter, I will repair
Approximately twenty minds per second
So that you change yourself and don't try to change the world
(McKlopedia)
Hey you, run for your life
The world's about to end, it's the Can
Inferno with Benzina
There are no more alternatives, no escapes
Hey you, run for your life
This world is over
The two steamrollers have come together
And in the middle of the song, I
(repeat)
...ready