Paroles et traduction Chystemc feat. DJ Transe - Oush!

Oush!

Ouu! No puedo evitar sentirme vital
Si suena un beat asi
Chyste Mc va a levitar
Fuera del track
Para no volver jamas al lugar
Ya podras calcular

Pero nunca lo que siento yo
Te muestro el dolor
Por que tres contextos aunque metros no

El perro se envoló
Hasta se bacila solo
Pero lo que falta en estatura
Le sobra en todo

Suena Bum Bap!
Solo cuando triunfa
Lo bueno que es que son los menos los de verdura
Puro se sapean solo hijos de fruta
Se les corta la mano y se hace compota

Cuando vo no naciai, Yo hacia Frestyle
Despues freestaleaba, Yo casi grababa
Te compraste un micro, Yo ya he lanzao discos
Tambien queria hacerla, Yo ya monte una tienda

Come mi polvo
Los logros no los escondo pongo flow gordo como si vinieramos directo de compton

Pero no es Brooklin ni Detroit
Es la Florida escuela tierra de Kiltros

Oye!
Oye!
Oye!
Oye!
Oye Oye Oye!
Tu Fucking cerda
Trae esas monedas de vuelta
Que este ya debe tres meses de renta

Este sistema canalla te tragara la plata
Mas cuando la vaca esta flaca y bajan las ventas

No de disco de percha ¿Entendío?
Soy el mismo kiltro no comercial
Principe de Persa no de Persia
Con la esencia intacta la que se dio en su adolesencia

Siempre prometo pero nunca resulta
Eso de no beber para hacer conducta
Pero, la vida es lo bastante injusta
Como pa prohibir degustar pulpa de uvas

Culpa de un tal Psycho Joke
Soy un Homero cualquiera en el bar de Moe
O Bart mejor en skateboard

Descapemos de este paco culiao pajero
A que no me pilla!
Si voy a mil millas
Y sin tillas
Talkeando con mis quini y la esquinilla

Le doy mil pa saludarle
Buenos dias Buenas tardes

Oush!

Oh! I can't help but feel alive
If a beat like this sounds
Chyste Mc will levitate
Out of the track
Never to return to that place
You can now calculate

But never what I feel
I show you the pain
Because three contexts, but meters don't

The dog flew
Even basks alone
But what stature lacks
It has plenty of everything

Sounds like Bum Bap!
Only when you triumph
The good thing is that there are fewer vegetables
Just sap each other, only fruit children
Their hand is cut off and made into compote

When you were not born, I did Freestyle
Then freestaled, I almost recorded
You bought yourself a mic, I've already released records
I also wanted to do it, I already set up a store

Eat my dust
I don't hide my achievements, I put on a fat flow as if we came straight from Compton

But it's not Brooklyn or Detroit
It's Florida, school of Kiltros

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey, Hey, Hey!
You fucking pig
Bring those coins back
This one already owes three months' rent

This scoundrel system will swallow your money
Especially when the cow is thin and sales are down

Not a hanger disk, you understand?
I'm the same uncommercial kiltro
Prince of Persia, not Persia
With the essence intact that was given in his adolescence

I always promise but it never works out
That not drinking in order to behave
But, life is unfair enough
As if forbidding to taste grape pulp

Blame on a certain Psycho Joke
I'm just an ordinary Homer at Moe's bar
Or better Bart on a skateboard

Let's get away from this stinking cop
He won't catch me!
If I go a thousand miles
And without tires
Talking with my buddies and the street corner

I give him a thousand to greet him
Good morning, good afternoon