Paroles et traduction Dejavu - Baby Werebere

Baby Werebere

Oh
Para ti baby werebere
Dejavu
Baby werebere
Werebere
El rap pa mi es un alivio mantenga el equilibrio
Vine por lo mío recojan los vidrios
El que vio vio que la vaina no es coba
El barrio se respeta
Y por la zona no se roba
Que se joda el que tenga que joderse
El barrio es uno solo al rico no se le obedece
Aunque a veces jala bola que del barrio no parecen
Y parecen es rócola repitiendo estupideces
Ya o Crece el odio en corazones Creces
Razón principal por lo que tantos fallesen
Si la sabes controlar te fortalece
Si no la sabes llevar prematura fallesen
Ya o crece
Con esto pues me jodi
Llego el flow con el flow de koby
No ando con chobis no utilizo móvil
El rap es mi trabajo mujeres mi hobbies
Si tienen quejas que la dejen en el lobby
Chavaaa ...
Cierra la boca que se te va a salir la baba
Solo bebe, fuma ni friegan ni lavan
Y como toda grupii el rap te deprava
Ehhh en negro se deprava
Y No se acepta la derrota la tropa porta bota
Y llena la copa de whisquisito a la roca Si
Malte colocola bomba explota ya
Cierra la boca que bombo derroca heey
Baby werebere
Te encontré el quievere
Fumo voy pal everets
Te gustan los leveles
Te digo en tarima y hago que te explote fiebere
Como dice Kpo ...
Gregory palencia
Damele master a la consola
Que hay varios meando fuera de la perola
Receloso por cosas que no me llegaron solas
Y hasta hora a nadie le e tenido que jalar bola
Yo e representado mi barrio sin necesidad de payola
Y en que esto camino constates entre los tropiezos
Escribiendo con libertad y cuidándome solo de esos reetrasado
Que no tienen cultura por ningún lado
A mino me vengan con la misma historia que soy underground
Podrá reconocer el éxito cuando veas que tus propios amigos
Se levanten en tu contra
Esta vaina suena malandra
Y e llegado a saber que por zonas también me odian
Sur de Aragua el barrio que no frena
Los lirisistas que con cantos derrumban a sus contendores
Que mier hablan en donde c suenan
Los que se le puede es venir una lluvia criollita de rap harcore
Menores no esperen que el barrio les lanze flores, No llores
Y antes de hablar vean lo que componen
Se Supone, que esto es un medio libre
Donde cualquier exponente hasta sus sentimientos
A mi me señala un movimiento
Porque canto balada y le di otra tonada a su vacio concepto
Para sin verguenzura no me presto
Yo soy la voz del barrio el dia que no lo sea es porque estaré
Muerto.
Muerto, Baby werebere
Baby werebere
Te encontré el quievere
Fumo voy pal everets
Te gustan los leveles
Te digo en tarima y hago que te explote fiebere
Como dice Kpo ...

Baby Werebere

Oh
For you baby werebere
Dejavu
Baby werebere
Werebere
Rap is a relief for me, I keep my balance
I came for what's mine, pick up the pieces
He who saw saw that the thing is not easy
The neighborhood is respected
And in the area there is no stealing
Fuck whoever has to be fucked
The neighborhood is one, the rich are not obeyed
Although sometimes they play ball, they don't look like they're from the neighborhood
And they seem like a jukebox repeating stupidities
Ya o Hate grows in hearts You grow
Main reason why so many fail
If you know how to control it, it makes you stronger
If you don't know how to carry it, you will fail prematurely
Ya o it grows
With this I screwed myself
The flow arrives with the flow of koby
I don't hang out with chobis, I don't use my cell phone
Rap is my job, women are my hobbies
If you have complaints, leave them in the lobby
Chavaaa ...
Shut your mouth, you're going to drool
Just drink, smoke, don't wash or clean
And like any groupie, rap corrupts you
Ehhh in black it corrupts
And defeat is not accepted, the troops wear boots
And fill the glass with whiskey with ice Yes
Malte colocola bomb explodes now
Shut up, you'll knock down the drum hey
Baby werebere
I found you the quievere
I smoke, I go to the Everets
You like the levels
I tell you on stage and make you explode fever
As Kpo says ...
Gregory palencia
Give me master to the console
That there are several pissing outside the chamber pot
Jealous of things that didn't come to me on their own
And until now I haven't had to suck anyone's dick
I have represented my neighborhood without needing a payoff
And on this path I walk steady among the obstacles
Writing with freedom and taking care only of those retards
Who have no culture at all
Don't come to me with the same story that I'm underground
You will be able to recognize success when you see that your own friends
Turn against you
This stuff sounds hood
And I've come to know that in some areas they hate me too
Sur de Aragua, the neighborhood that doesn't stop
The lyricists who with songs bring down their opponents
What crap they talk in the places where they are not famous
The only thing left is a criollita rain of hardcore rap
Kids, don't expect the neighborhood to throw flowers at you, don't cry
And before you talk, see what you write
It is supposed to be a free medium
Where any artist even their feelings
A movement points me out
Because I sing a ballad and I gave another tone to your empty concept
I don't lend myself to shamelessness
I am the voice of the neighborhood, the day I am not, it is because I will be
Dead.
Dead, Baby werebere
Baby werebere
I found you the quievere
I smoke, I go to the Everets
You like the levels
I tell you on stage and make you explode fever
As Kpo says ...