Paroles et traduction Cheb Ruben - Wannabe Su

Wannabe Su

Es otra vez, es otra vez...

Bienvenido a esta puta mierda a la que llamo disco,
No quiero que vuelvas, no joder, ya lo he dicho.
Wannabe suicida, carta de despedida.
No he perdido el juicio, no, no...
Si amenazo no lo hago,
Si lo hago no aviso,
Como despedirse con un beso en la frente.
Huele raro, mi gente está en el ajo,
Rapeo del carajo. Es un puto yo-yo
Lo suelto, lo cojo, es como, eh you, eh you,
He venido a por el fajo.
Estrictamente pa' la calle, no Youtube,
No puedo vivir llorando por lo que tuve.
Por eso no lo hago,
No voy a dejar na' pa' mis vástagos,
Bastardos, abandonados,
24/7 en el puto barro, for life,
Sonando en tu puto carro, es lo que hay.
Si me da por ahí,
Traigo barras como P, rest in peace, de CR a NY.
El puto Cheb Rubën tirando punchos,
Haciendo ganchos, Abdul Jabbar Kareem.
Así va por aquí, ¿Cómo va para allá?
No te volví a escribir pero te llevo en el alma,
Hablan de matar pero no tienen armas,
Las rimas son mis armas SO para el Gandha.
No tiro de ganga, tiro de clase,
Respeto pa'l Adri, el Sceno y el Kane,
Y el Grazi, David y los fieles,
Sacando esto a flote,
Por to' los chavales, word up.
Con 15 y un Posca, corriendo en la calle.
No tenía talento pintando cuadernos,
Al final de la clase, no vivía contento,
Lo notaba la profe hablándome lento.
Hoy te lo canto, ha pasado tanto,
Boleros, heridas, reproches, el Kinda,
Chilaba, suicida, y to' lo que venga,
Si no soy rico es porque España está enferma.
Déjame un ratico el ego,
Ya te lo devuelvo luego,
Cuando tomémonos un trago,
Déjame, que yo lo pago.
Mira si conozco el juego,
Parece que lo he inventado,
¿Ves a to' esos raperos?
To' esto antes era campo...

Yo, es Cheb Rubën, yo,
Wannabe Suicida, ah,
De entre todos los románticos, el último,
Es otra vez, es otra vez,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo...
Sceno está en el ritmo.

Wannabe Su

It's once again, it's once again...

Welcome to this fucking shit that I call a record,
I don't want you back, no, fuck, I already said it.
Wannabe suicide, farewell letter,
I haven't lost my mind, no, no...
If I threaten, I don't do it,
If I do, I don't give notice,
Like saying goodbye with a kiss on the forehead.
It smells weird, my people are in the garlic,
I rap a lot. It's a fucking yo-yo
I drop it, I catch it, it's like, hey, hey,
I came for the money.
Strictly for the street, not Youtube,
I can't live crying over what I had.
That's why I don't,
I'm not going to leave anything for my offspring,
Bastards, abandoned,
24/7 in the fucking mud, for life,
Sounding in your fucking car, that's what's up.
If I feel like it,
I bring bars like P, rest in peace, from CR to NY.
The fucking Cheb Rubën throwing punches,
Making hooks, Abdul Jabbar Kareem.
That's how it goes here, how's it going over there?
I didn't write to you again but I carry you in my soul,
They talk about killing but they don't have weapons,
Rhymes are my weapons, SO for the Gandha.
I don't pull a gang, I pull a class,
Respect for Adri, the Sceno and the Kane,
And Grazi, David and the faithful,
Getting this afloat,
For all the kids, word up.
With 15 and a Posca, running in the street.
I had no talent painting notebooks,
At the end of class, I didn't live happily,
The teacher noticed it by speaking to me slowly.
Today I sing it to you, so much has happened,
Boleras, wounds, reproaches, the Kinda,
Chilaba, suicide, and whatever comes,
If I'm not rich it's because Spain is sick.
Leave me the ego for a bit,
I'll give it back to you later,
When we have a drink,
Let me, I'll pay.
See if I know the game,
It seems that I invented it,
Do you see all those rappers?
All this used to be countryside...

Yo, it's Cheb Rubën, yo,
Wannabe Suicida, ah,
Among all the romantics, the last,
It's once again, it's once again,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo...
Sceno is in the rhythm.