Paroles et traduction Drvgs - Todo Huele Raro

Todo Huele Raro

Una dulce carcajada, ahogada en humor y alcohol...
Lo juro por tu muerte no querrás volver a verme
Tu actitud es de cobarde, antes de detestarme procura conocerme
Amigos verdaderos clavados están presos,
Los precios son altos si cometes delitos
Nunca fuimos tranquilos y menos siendo rápidos
Son robos a autos, venta de droga a vagos
Antes de eso, los amos la calle la marcamos
Dominamos donde estemos, mejor denle calmados
Los 729 se encuentra arrestados
Saludos a los hermanos y no es por presunción
Es la dulce adicción anoto todo a discreción
Aveces no hay explicación mi día no es el mejor
Quiero joderte sin glamour pintar el autobús
Y grabar con todo el crew, salud (saluud)
La vida nos sonríe, la tira nos persigue
Mi'ja ya no tiene leche, el arte no se vende
Por eso hay que trabajar, no me quiero levantar
Soy un flojo hasta pa' amar que puede esperar
Nadie me va pisotear, el que quiera va topar
Aquí tengo un par de bolas bien puestas,
Grita algo si me odias
Mírense su caras, traguen sus palabras,
De frente nunca ladra
Si te caen las dedicas, liricas conflictivas,
Cómicas, canábicas,
Masticas nuestra mierda no creas que no me doy cuenta
Tu rap, colega en mi ciudad no pega
Pregunta cuánto cobra por abrir el hocico
Yo le pago lo doble si lo deja en silencio
Con un sueldo de obrero descendiendo el aeroplano
Adicto a la asfalto con su calor de verano
El sol sale en invierno, no ocupo de tu abrigo
No te considero amigo solo aveces coincido
Hoy me siento jodido blasfemo en tono alto
Mi madre está llorando, mi padre está gritando
Otra veez estoy vomitando,
Mi cara de borracho la oculto tras un porro
La alegría se fue contigo desde ese momento todo suena más claro
Todo sale más crudo, mi fiesta es mezcal en el cuarto de Alan
Las calacas graban historias que les pasan
Muchos rezan (muchos rezan)
Pocos quedan (pocos quedan)
Todos teman (todos teman)
La X del mal en tu funeral (funeral)
Muchos rezan (muchos rezan)
Pocos quedan (pocos quedan)
Todos teman (todos teman)
La X del mal en tu funeral (funeral)
Muchos rezan (muchos rezan)
Pocos quedan (pocos quedan)
Todos teman (todos teman)
La X del mal en tu funeral (funeral).
él no respira, fuma
él no come, bebe
él no vive, mueeereee.

Everything Smells Weird

A sweet laugh, drowned in humor and alcohol...
I swear by your death you'll never want to see me again
Your attitude is that of a coward, before you hate me try to know me
True friends are locked up in jail,
The prices are high if you commit crimes
We were never quiet and even less so when we were fast
They're car thefts, drug sales to bums
Before that, we were the masters of the streets
We dominate wherever we are, so you better calm down
The 729 are under arrest
Greetings to the brothers and it's not just to brag
It's the sweet addiction I write everything down with discretion
Sometimes there's no explanation my day isn't the best
I want to fuck you without any glamor paint the bus
And record with the whole crew, cheers (cheers)
Life smiles at us, the cops chase us
My girl doesn't have any milk anymore, art doesn't sell
That's why you have to work, I don't want to get up
I'm too lazy even to love, so what's the rush
Nobody's going to step on me, whoever wants it can come to me
I have a couple of balls here, well set,
Shout something if you hate me
Look at your faces, swallow your words,
Never barks from the front
If you get the dedications, conflictive lyrics,
Comedic, cannabic,
You chew on our shit don't think I don't notice
Your rap, my friend, doesn't stick in my city
Ask how much it charges to open its mouth
I'll pay you double if you keep it quiet
With a worker's salary descending the plane
Addicted to the asphalt with its summer heat
The sun comes out in winter, I don't need your coat
I don't consider you a friend I just sometimes coincide
Today I feel fucked up I blaspheme in a loud tone
My mother is crying, my father is yelling
Again I am throwing up,
I hide my drunk face behind a joint
The joy left with you since that moment everything sounds clearer
Everything comes out raw, my party is mezcal in Alan's room
The skeletons record stories that happen to them
Many pray (many pray)
Few remain (few remain)
All fear (all fear)
The X of evil at your funeral (funeral)
Many pray (many pray)
Few remain (few remain)
All fear (all fear)
The X of evil at your funeral (funeral)
Many pray (many pray)
Few remain (few remain)
All fear (all fear)
The X of evil at your funeral (funeral).
He doesn't breathe, he smokes
He doesn't eat, he drinks
He doesn't live, he dyyyyyyyyyes.