Paroles et traduction El Batallon - Acostumbrate

Acostumbrate

Manso, Tu sabe
(Yaa!)
Aki activo
Y klok, ¿tu no ha hecho na?
No, ta' mas o menos tu sabe loco moca ten Cuidao y
Ese carro
(Mierda loco y esa gente quienes son)
Loco mira pero eh pande pequeño que van loco
(Mierda cuidao loco Pasa la vaina, pasa la vaina,
Corre corre, pasa la vaina)
Ten cuidao mira
(Moca Moca)
Pequeño ten cuidaaooo
(Dk)
Acostumbrateeee a no tenerle miedo a na
Si tu te decuida ello te pueden atraca
Acostumbrateeee a la realidad del barrio
A vivir la guerra que se juegan lo sicario

Acostumbrateeee a tener cerra la boca
A el que es chivato en eta vaina se explota
Acostumbrateeee a convertirte en un suicida
Porque en cualquier momento por lo tuyo te liquidan
(Ten Cuidaaoo)

Mantente en la cera que hay mucha balacera
En eta era no e' dike que tu era
Hay menorcito que lo hacen con cualquiera
Cuida tu vida, cuida tu cartera
Que si tu te cree que tu ta salvo por lo salmo
Es que tu no ha visto con lo que yo me calmo
Talvez me armo de valor y te enseño
Que en este mundo tu eres tan pequeño
Insignificante, dique traficante
Piensalo bien antes, la calle ta' picante
No toy hablandote en parabola y lo sabe
No hay cuerpo grande que en caja no cabe
Si tu le ronca, y la maca
Dique que tiene paca, te va a frena un carro sin placa

El que le tema a la muerte que no nazca
Porque el que traiciona aquí le dan de vaca.
(Batallon)
(¡y que eh, tu no ha hecho na!!)

(Salio el Sol), ta el que prende su mañanero
Maquinando que juidero va armar pa' busca' el dinero
E que la vaina no ta facil, no se puede ta roncando
Hasta la doña sentá en su mecedora ta josiando
Así que si te pasa un 15 por el lao
La acabas de macar Porque de allá pacá,
Como un barco llegando a la orilla te van atracá
No es por exagerá eso lo puedes apostar
E que no hay autoridad, no existe quien te socorra
Un menor explotó un mono porque lo tenia en zozobra
Bajan la gente en investigación, y el que lo vió
Cuando le preguntan le canto el chacarrón
Si tu entra pacá rezate 10 ave maria y
Y pidele al señor no ser una victima ese dia
(Acostumbrate) a que pasan to esa averia
Y a que el fin de semana ta' to' el mundo bajando fria.
(Yaa Big K)

(Yaa)
Acostumbrate a no preguntar por què
A olvidate dè tener que ver pa' creer
Ruegale a Dios de que no te caiga una manada
Y te metan ma' palo que a una mamajuana
Acostumbrate a ver un tiguere fumao
De lo que viven como los reciénnacido (Cargao)
Lo tiguere responden, yo vivo por donde
Los cañones tan afuera igual que en la puerta del Conde
Aquí te hacen el 40 tu no lo conoce
Cualquier menorcito e' 13 en un 15 te mete 12
La calle ta caliente, llegale al versiculo
Cualquiera tiene mas coco que un haitiano en un triciclo
Nadie da gabela, e' irónica la novela
Pa velorio y cumpleaños como quiera prenden vela
Pila de muerto pintao, palomo disfrazao
Acostumbrate pa cuando te lleguen ta' preparao
(Siii)
Porque se tiran armao
(Dk)
Acostumbrateeee a no tenerle miedo a na
Si tu te decuida ello te pueden atraca
Acostumbrateeee a la realidad del barrio
A vivir la guerra que se juegan lo sicario
Acostumbrateeee a tener cerra la boca
A el que es chivato en eta vaina se explota
Acostumbrateeee a convertirte en un suicida
Porque en cualquier momento por lo tuyo te liquidan

No ronque pero tampoco sea tan moca
No sea tan callao pero tambien controlate tu boca
Ten cuidao a quien provoca y lo cuero en que te enfoca
Que ese plomo va pa ti obligao si te toca
Si por error te equivocate y te pasate
Van a frena' en un carro, encapuchao pa ejecutate
Una tola, unos guantes, un abrigo y con cuidao
Y pa la parafina me lavo la mano con miao
Y después que te dè tu te va' a quedá tirao
Agonizando, y si te muere ya yo voy a ta' clavao
Ni aunque sea por pal de meses, que te parece
Si te pasa, fácilmente tu desaparece
Asi que no te pase pa que algo no te pase
Que uno puede hace las cosas callao y guillase
Tu sabe la entrada pero no conoce la salida
Ni tampoco lo facil que puedes perder tu vida

Mantente activo en la calle
Que si te ven lo mono se tiran
Te dan y te viran
Mejor no entre en detalle
Mantente moca en el callejon
Cualquiera te saca un cañón
Mantente activo en la calle
Que si te ven lo mono se tiran
Te dan y te viran
Mejor no entre en detalle
Mantente moca en el callejon
Cualquiera te saca un cañón (ñon)
Acostumbrate a no acostumbrate a na
Que aquí el sonido de un (praaa) to' te puede cambia
Sin ropa, si viste algo te aconsejo cierra la boca
Esa es la actitud si quieres vivir
Lamentable el caso pero es asi
Cierra tu Twitter que aquí, Solo los capos son modelos
A seguí
Lo que indica que hay un fallo
Porque en la carcel no hay na' que buscá porque tu cree
Que le llaman na-jayo
Pal que vira no hay racismo, cualquiera es un blanco
Atracan a 2 mano y no se salvan ni lo manco
Guarda lo tuyo en el banco o sufre las consecuencias
De la psicologia de to' los bloques, la violencia
Socio, el valor te lo derriten
No te viva la pelicula pa que el cuerpo no te lo editen
Que de luto a tu familia visten
En la calle aprende a camella pa que la vida no te quiten
(Dk)
Acostumbrateeee a no tenerle miedo a na
Si tu te decuida ello te pueden atraca
Acostumbrateeee a la realidad del barrio
A vivir la guerra que se juegan lo sicario
Acostumbrateeee a tener cerra la boca
A el que es chivato en eta vaina se explota
Acostumbrateeee a convertirte en un suicida
Porque en cualquier momento por lo tuyo te liquidan

Entrate la cadena cuando cruces por mi bloque
(Que) La zona ta llena de asalta cocote
(Tu) no ve que entrate pal bloque agresivo
Donde si entrate tu vida corre en conteo regresivo
Asi que, no forze pa yo no aplicate lo rango
No haga que tenga que clavame dos años en un campo
Ven, pa que vea la ultima película e' Rambo
Pues andamos con la morena tartamuda que baila tango
(Acostumbrate) siempre a anda ma' moca que orita
Y a saca pie cuando vean los malocoritas
(Acostumbrate) que aquí el que llega de visita
Llega aspirante a luchador y sale campeón en campo y pista
Cuidao que, cualquiera te puede atraca
(Y) te dan tu vejigazo antes del carnaval
(Bi) son pocos que corren con suerte
Mejor entra al Gold Gym que en la calle el que sobrevive
Es el mas fuerte.
(Moca ten cuidao y ese carro)

Nosotro andamo 5 en un carro apretao
Todito activo y mirando pa' lo lao
Con el building confirmao y un santo que nunca a fallao
Buscandono 50 y quedandono callao
Si hay un bolsillo aboyao, hay uno degollao
Y como que fueron hayao, pal barrio guillao
Aquí to tan artillao, no e machete ni callao
Y el que ronca en el atraco lo dejan ame(Traaaaa)
Tengo pana que han fallao con lo de ella embosillao
Madre que le han dao la noticia y se han demayao
Tanta droga en la calle tienen el barrio anestesiao
Doña que le vocean a los policias degraciao
Quien no salva, si la justicia es falsa
Y los ladrones andan robando y tienen efectivo
Eso es maña no hay amigo que lo dañan
Mejor déle gracia a Dios doña que su hijo ta vivo.
(Dk)
Acostumbrateeee a no tenerle miedo a na
Si tu te decuida ello te pueden atraca
Acostumbrateeee a la realidad del barrio
A vivir la guerra que se juegan lo sicario
Acostumbrateeee a tener cerra la boca
A el que es chivato en eta vaina se explota
Acostumbrateeee a convertirte en un suicida
Porque en cualquier momento por lo tuyo te liquidan

Get Used To It

Easy, you know
(Yeah!)
Active here
And Klok, you haven't done anything?
No, more or less, you know, crazy girl, be careful, and
That car
(Damn, crazy, and those people, who are they?)
Crazy, look, but uh, it's a small gang, going crazy
(Damn, be careful, crazy. Pass it, pass it,
Run, run, pass it)
Be careful, look
(Girl, Girl)
Little one, be careful
(Dk)
Get used to not being afraid of anything
If you let your guard down, they can rob you
Get used to the reality of the hood
To living the war that the hitmen are playing

Get used to keeping your mouth shut
The one who's a snitch in this thing, gets blown up
Get used to becoming a suicide bomber
Because at any moment, they'll liquidate you for yours
(Be careful)

Stay on the sidewalk, there's a lot of shooting
In this era, it's not about what you used to be
There are youngsters who do it with anyone
Take care of your life, take care of your wallet
Because if you think you're safe because of the psalm
It's because you haven't seen what I calm myself with
Maybe I'll arm myself with courage and show you
That in this world you are so small
Insignificant, saying you're a trafficker
Think about it carefully before, the street is spicy
I'm not talking to you in parables, you know
There's no big body that doesn't fit in a box
If you snore, and you brag
Saying you have a pack, a car without plates is going to stop you

He who fears death should not be born
Because the one who betrays here gets beaten like a cow.
(Battalion)
(And what, you haven't done anything!!)

(The sun came out), there's the one who lights his morning one
Scheming what mess he's going to make to find money
And this thing isn't easy, you can't be bragging
Even the lady sitting in her rocking chair is snitching
So if a 15 passes by you
You just screwed up Because from here to there,
Like a ship arriving at the shore, they're going to rob you
I'm not exaggerating, you can bet on that
And there's no authority, there's no one to help you
A minor blew up a cop because he was in distress
They bring people down for investigation, and the one who saw it
When they ask him, he sings the Chacarron
If you come in here, pray 10 Hail Marys and
And ask the Lord not to be a victim that day
(Get used to it) to all this trouble happening
And that on the weekend everyone is drinking cold beer.
(Yeah Big K)

(Yeah)
Get used to not asking why
To forget about having to see to believe
Pray to God that a gang doesn't fall on you
And they beat you more than a mamajuana
Get used to seeing a tiger smoked up
From what they live like newborns (Loaded)
The tigers answer, I live where
The cannons are outside as well as at the Conde Gate
Here they do the 40, you don't know it
Any little kid is 13, in a 15 they'll put 12 in you
The street is hot, get to the verse
Anyone has more coconut than a Haitian on a tricycle
Nobody gives tribute, the novel is ironic
For wakes and birthdays, they light candles anyway
Pile of painted dead, disguised pigeons
Get used to it so that when they come for you, you're prepared
(Yes)
Because they shoot armed
(Dk)
Get used to not being afraid of anything
If you let your guard down, they can rob you
Get used to the reality of the hood
To living the war that the hitmen are playing
Get used to keeping your mouth shut
The one who's a snitch in this thing, gets blown up
Get used to becoming a suicide bomber
Because at any moment, they'll liquidate you for yours

Don't brag, but don't be so naive either
Don't be so quiet, but also control your mouth
Be careful who you provoke and the leather they focus on you
That bullet is going for you, obligated, if it touches you
If by mistake you mess up and they pass you
They're going to stop in a car, hooded, to execute you
A ski mask, gloves, a coat, and carefully
And for the paraffin test, I wash my hands with piss
And after it hits you, you're going to be left lying there
Agonizing, and if you die, I'm already screwed
Even if it's for a couple of months, what do you think
If it happens to you, you easily disappear
So don't let it happen so that nothing happens to you
That one can do things quietly and get away with it
You know the entrance but you don't know the exit
Nor how easily you can lose your life

Stay active on the street
Because if they see you, the cops will jump you
They hit you and turn you over
Better not go into detail
Stay quiet in the alley
Anyone will pull a cannon on you
Stay active on the street
Because if they see you, the cops will jump you
They hit you and turn you over
Better not go into detail
Stay quiet in the alley
Anyone will pull a cannon on you (ñon)
Get used to not getting used to anything
Because here the sound of a (praaa) can change everything
Without clothes, if you saw something, I advise you to keep your mouth shut
That's the attitude if you want to live
The case is unfortunate, but that's how it is
Close your Twitter because here, only the bosses are role models
To continue
Which indicates that there is a flaw
Because in jail there's nothing to look for, because you think
That they call it na-jayo
For the one who turns, there's no racism, anyone is a target
They rob two-handed, and not even the handicapped are saved
Keep your stuff in the bank or suffer the consequences
Of the psychology of all the blocks, the violence
Partner, your courage melts
Don't live the movie so they don't edit your body
That they dress your family in mourning
On the street, learn to hustle so they don't take your life away
(Dk)
Get used to not being afraid of anything
If you let your guard down, they can rob you
Get used to the reality of the hood
To living the war that the hitmen are playing
Get used to keeping your mouth shut
The one who's a snitch in this thing, gets blown up
Get used to becoming a suicide bomber
Because at any moment, they'll liquidate you for yours

Put on your chain when you cross through my block
(That) The area is full of coconut head robbers
(You) don't see that you're entering the aggressive block
Where if you enter, your life runs on a countdown
So don't force it so I don't apply my range to you
Don't make me have to lock myself up for two years in a field
Come see, the latest movie is Rambo
Well, we walk with the stuttering brunette who dances tango
(Get used to it) always walk more naive than right now
And run when you see the bad little boys
(Get used to it) because here the one who comes to visit
Arrives as an aspiring wrestler and leaves a champion in the field and on the track
Be careful, anyone can rob you
(And) they give you your beating before Carnival
(Bi) few are lucky
Better go to Gold's Gym because on the street, the one who survives
Is the strongest.
(Girl, be careful, and that car)

We're riding 5 in a tight car
All active and looking to the side
With the building confirmed and a saint who has never failed
Looking for 50 and staying quiet
If there's a bulging pocket, there's one slit throat
And like they were found, for the hood, they got away with it
Here everything is armed, it's not a machete or quiet
And the one who brags in the robbery is left ame(Traaaaa)
I have friends who have failed with their pockets stuffed
Mothers who have been given the news and have fainted
So much drugs on the street have the hood anesthetized
Ladies who yell at the disgraced policemen
Who doesn't save, if justice is false
And the thieves are robbing and have cash
That's skill, there's no friend who damages it
Better thank God, ma'am, that your son is alive.
(Dk)
Get used to not being afraid of anything
If you let your guard down, they can rob you
Get used to the reality of the hood
To living the war that the hitmen are playing
Get used to keeping your mouth shut
The one who's a snitch in this thing, gets blown up
Get used to becoming a suicide bomber
Because at any moment, they'll liquidate you for yours