Paroles et traduction Crudo Means Raw feat. DJ Dmoe - Horas Extras

Horas Extras

La plata no es todo pero
Odio estar tirado, llorar en coche polarizado
Pa' hacerlo en privado es mejor
No me diga que no
If you ain't rappin' for the money
Tell me what you in it for

El concepto es cagarme en los conceptos
Con dialectos que tienen más style que Alberto
Conservo la calma pero
Quiero estar tuliado como Fausto en el Parma

Quiero ser el capo de cachaco en el palco
Y sigues esperando a que te llamen sentado en el banco
No me confunden con su styla', paila
Y si se mete al bunde es porque baila

Uh! Yeah! Este guiso tiene sazón, baby
Involucra como juagadura de calzón
Sigo buscando la razón
Como la grilla que sigue buscando el peso en el panzón

They say "At the top it gets lonely"
Can't say what's real and what's phony
Getcha' money, I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
Baby, get my mind right

They say "At the top it gets lonely"
Can't say what's real and what's phony
Getcha' money, I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
Always gotta' get mine

Escribí esto sin dinero
Es cuando llevo vida e' gato
Que envejezco en años de perro
Es cuando ando en ceros
Que el odio también es cariño
Y de regalo hasta un carero

Abuso de mis musas luego ellas me cobran
Hay que ponerlas a sufrir porque si no me ignoran
A lo que llama inspiración yo lo llamo zozobra
Pero ojalá no me pongan a sobrar, brotha'

Si no encuentro las substancias yo mejor me quito
Estilos destilo con el léxico que excita
No te escucho si tienes profundidad e' charquito
Ustedes rapean mucho cuando yo no estoy cerquita

Ouh! Dicen que los ratones hacen fiesta
Solamente cuando el gato no se manifiesta
Dormir es primo de morir, por eso no hago siesta
Negociando con la muerte, haciendo vida, horas extras

They say "At the top it gets lonely"
Can't say what's real and what's phony
Getcha' money, I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
Baby, get my mind right

They say "At the top it gets lonely"
Can't say what's real and what's phony
Getcha' money, I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
Always gotta' get mine

They say "At the top..."
...money, I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
Baby, get my mind right

La grasa que se traga hasta la atlética
Now keep it on, keep it raw, funky, fresco
Ustedes aman el rap y el rap los tiene en la friendzone

Overtime

Money isn't everything, but
I hate being broke, crying in a tinted car
It's better to do it in private
Don't tell me no
If you ain't rappin' for the money
Tell me what you in it for

The concept is to spit on concepts
With dialects that have more style than Alberto
I keep my cool, but
I wanna be crippled like Fausto in Parma

I wanna be the big cheese in the box at the stadium
And you're still waiting for the call, sitting on the bench
Don't confuse me with your style, bro
And if you get into the game, it's only because you can dance

Uh! Yeah! This stew has flavor, baby
It's as addictive as underpants
I'm still searching for the reason
Like the grill that's still looking for the weight on the bread

They say "At the top it gets lonely"
Can't say what's real and what's phony
Getcha' money, I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
Baby, get my mind right

They say "At the top it gets lonely"
Can't say what's real and what's phony
Getcha' money, I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
Always gotta' get mine

I wrote this when I was broke
That's when I live like a cat
That when I age like a dog in years
That's when I'm down to zero
When hate is also love
And a bonus, a cheapskate

I abuse my muses and then they charge me
I have to make them suffer or else they ignore me
What they call inspiration, I call anxiety
But I hope they don't make me redundant, bro

If I can't find the substances, I'm better off out of here
I distill styles with the lexicon that excites
I don't listen to you if your depth is a puddle
You rappers talk a lot when I'm not around

Ouh! They say the mice have a party
Only when the cat's not around
Sleep is a cousin of death, that's why I don't nap
Negotiating with death, making life, overtime

They say "At the top it gets lonely"
Can't say what's real and what's phony
Getcha' money, I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
Baby, get my mind right

They say "At the top it gets lonely"
Can't say what's real and what's phony
Getcha' money, I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
Always gotta' get mine

They say "At the top..."
...money, I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
Baby, get my mind right

The fat that gets swallowed by even the athletes
Now keep it on, keep it raw, funky, fresh
You guys love rap, but rap has you in the friend zone