Paroles et traduction Canserbero feat. Rayone & Lil Supa - Un 33

Un 33

Ya es suficiente para ti que yo utilice este lapiz
Si con un beat a ti te demuestro como lo hace un mc primero
*** motherfucker you ¿quién coño eres tu?
Si no sabes no te compares with this is the through a to
Clan le falta here a ****** you know a *** mister people a can
You clan le falta here a ****** you know a *** mister people a can
Por lo tanto yo seguire contando faso
Con pinta de mercenario creyendo que son letrados
Para mi no es nada raro, que en el espejo se vean como payaso
Y despues de esto lo vean en el obituario
En tarima, se premia la hipocrecia
Se inspira con mi poesia y aun asi me subestiman
Quien está en cargo de la realidad en rimas
Ustedes buscan fama pero yo tengo una familia.
Yo se bien que, a ti te duele que no me matee
Una canción saque me apodere y cierre tu myspace
Entonces que, pa que usted ofrece tiro
Si cuando le canto plomo son los primeros que dicen mejor me piro
Buscan padrino pa' que le resuelvan lios
Pero recuerda que los cupido son los que mas llevan tiro mijo
Que yo no dije dijo, no se sabe quien lo dijo
Ni me busquen lios con la bicha si la cara te lijo
Empieza el desafio, el acertijo y no confio no me fio
Si no solo pa que perdieron el frio no me rio
Porque no es momento pa una foto
Al fotocopia o copiafoto con plomo lo reboto
Yo estoy conciento que mochadores de mi no son debotos
Juegan al ser peligroso cuando en su barrio son solo la moto
No se ponga moto montao en su rostro pa' que no se muera por otro
Hasta el mentiro que brilla, fácilmente lo pongo a que guarde repozo
Yo se que descozo hasta cuando canto y toso
Soy aquel que parte pista mientras tu dice que eso suenta sabroso
Muy temeroso si quieres de mi palo te doy un trozo
Brinca pa'l pozo loco que yo si soy rencoroso
Supuesto mafioso temen antes lo bañen de semen
No creo en ustedes ni que por mierda el pecho me lo llenen
Porque te detiene sera que te sume tanto que no tiene
Si quiere te vienes, para que vea que el tren no se detiene
Te mantienes, apunta de engaños echa la barata
Hablando de paja de rata y de tiro dandote la pata
Que coño te pasa o es que no sabe que un tiro transpasa
No se ponga hablar de nada si tu no has salido de tu casa.
Y es que ya me ladille de toa esta cuerda e mamarrachos
Que en cabina se creen machos y siguen siendo muchachos
Los tacho los acorralo engancho el micro y los despacho
Si usted lo que quiere es palo lo envuelvo y se lo regalo
Los apago los desasparezco la judin y el mago
Cual competicion quieres tu dando me alagos
Dont' stop you know **** down
Mi critican porque soy diferente menos paro
**** te crees que los baño en la misma mierda
Si soy el que los tiene a ustedes saltando la cuerda
De tu hablas de darte el lujo y de for money honey
Mi respeto al que se mantiene four real men
Y a los sincero que no mienten al papel pel...
Ay mi corazon se altera, silenciarme no creo que puedan
Y si lo digo no es solo pa' rimar era concuerda
Si no que en verdad, no creo que puedan detener
Aquel arruga que el señoy revienta el lapiz en el papel
Soy el muchacho aquel que escribe hasta cuando duerme
Y ve con madurez aunque mi córnea nacio color verde
Pero recuerden en lo tomen de consejos
Que mi critican aunque practican mis temas frente al espejo
Pueden robarmelo no registren ninguno
Igual si quiero me puedo violar la musa por el culo
No como algunos que se inspiran de unos raperos
Sin saber que esos raperos se inspiran del canserbero
Seamos sinceros ustedes son solos fanfarrones
Aunque he escuchado mejores bocones en beats de reggaetones
Las gente no los adora na' la mierda los adora
Mamaguevo el respeto no se ve en computadora
Ahora to dicen, que to' son aprendices
Dicen hasta lo que dije me ofenden, se contradicen
Sigan viviendo de su pelicula lombrices
Que to las movie tienen final sean o no felices.

A 33

It's enough for you that I use this pen,
If with a beat I show you how an MC does it first.
*** motherfucker you, who the hell are you?
If you don't know, don't compare yourself, this is the through a to.
Your clan lacks a ****** here, you know a *** mister people a can.
Your clan lacks a ****** here, you know a *** mister people a can.
Therefore I will continue counting weed,
With a mercenary look, believing they are learned.
It's not strange to me that they see themselves as clowns in the mirror,
And after this, they see it in the obituary.
On stage, hypocrisy is rewarded,
They are inspired by my poetry and still underestimate me.
Who is in charge of reality in rhymes?
You guys seek fame, but I have a family.
I know well that it hurts you that I didn't kill myself,
I released a song, took over and shut down your Myspace.
So what, why do you offer shots,
If when I sing lead, you're the first to say "I'd better get out of here"?
You look for a godfather to solve your problems,
But remember that cupids are the ones who get shot the most, son.
That I didn't say it, it's not known who said it,
Don't look for trouble with the beast if I smooth your face.
The challenge begins, the riddle, and I don't trust, I don't trust,
If not only so that they lost the cold, I don't laugh.
Because it's not time for a photo,
I bounce the photocopy or copycat with lead.
I am aware that choppers are not devotees of me,
They play at being dangerous when in their neighborhood they are just the motorcycle.
Don't put on a motorcycle mounted on your face so you don't die for another,
Even the liar who shines, I easily put him to rest.
I know I rip even when I sing and cough,
I'm the one who breaks the track while you say it sounds delicious.
Very fearful, if you want my stick, I'll give you a piece,
Jump into the well, crazy, I am spiteful.
Supposed mobsters fear they will be bathed in semen before,
I don't believe in you, not even if they fill my chest with shit.
Why does it stop you? Could it be that I add up to so much that you have nothing?
If you want, you come, so you can see that the train doesn't stop.
You maintain yourself, point of deceit, throw the cheap,
Talking about rat straw and shooting, giving you the paw.
What the hell is wrong with you, or don't you know that a shot goes through?
Don't talk about anything if you haven't left your house.
And it is that I am already annoyed by all this rope of clowns,
That in the booth they think they are men and they are still boys.
I cross them out, I corner them, I hook the mic and I dispatch them,
If what you want is a stick, I wrap it up and give it to you.
I turn them off, I make them disappear, the Judas and the magician,
What competition do you want giving me praise?
Don't stop you know **** down.
They criticize me because I'm different, I stop less,
**** you think I bathe them in the same shit?
If I'm the one who has you guys jumping rope,
You talk about giving yourself the luxury and for money honey.
My respect to those who remain four real men,
And to the sincere ones who don't lie to the pel paper...
Oh, my heart is altered, I don't think they can silence me,
And if I say it, it's not just to rhyme, it was in agreement.
But in truth, I don't think they can stop,
That wrinkle that the Lord bursts the pencil on the paper.
I am the boy who writes even when he sleeps,
And sees with maturity even though my cornea was born green.
But remember, don't take it as advice,
That they criticize me even though they practice my songs in front of the mirror.
They can steal them from me, don't register any,
Anyway, if I want, I can violate the muse in the ass.
Not like some who are inspired by rappers,
Without knowing that those rappers are inspired by the Canserbero.
Let's be honest, you are just braggarts,
Although I have heard better loudmouths on reggaeton beats.
People don't adore them, shit adores them,
Mamaguevo, respect is not seen on a computer.
Now everyone says that everyone is an apprentice,
They even say what I said, they offend me, they contradict themselves.
Keep living your movie, worms,
That all movies have an ending, whether happy or not.