Paroles et traduction Erick Hervé feat. N.Bajozero - Chill Bars

Chill Bars

Me puesto a escribir no tenia ganas
Es N. Bajozero el chico de las barras
El equilibrio es fácil como está la vaina
Pon el peso siempre que caiga
Son unos foreros no rapean nada
Pegao' está mi estilo en cada palabra
Yo quiero alejarme, esta mierda me atrapa
Ya no quiero drama, ya no pago la casa
Se han creído tu película que coño les pasa
Me hablan de dinero pero no mueven nada
He perdido algún colega, me han jodido la infancia
He perdido a mi abuela, ya le he dado las gracias
(Las vueltas de campana) y me hablas de acrobacias
El que no se ha visto solo aún está con la mama
No me hables de nada, menuda llevaba
En el hospital sin saber lo que pasaba
A veces hay más gente de la que me esperaba
A veces en el barrio con las 4 latas
Me bajo del camello para beber agua
Estoy dentro de casa sacando el paraguas
Es un falso drama
La gitana viene con el romero, pa' que queme una rama
Aun llevo el mismo chándal, la reforma en marcha
Estoy como el vikingo afilando el hacha
What's happen?

El genio no concede deseos si no la frotas
Dar cera, pulir cera, fuck ya!
Mega Drive, 16 bits, Sega
Ponte de puntillas, saca pecho y llega
Na que ver con esos delicados
Con textos impersonales esto va dedicado
Aprovechaos a lo Jhon Jairo
Oigo vuestros beefs, es un Potter versus Malfoy
¿Quién brega duro?, ¿Quién se la rifa?
Me salen mejor cuando ando sin chispa
Tengo frases pa' to dios, no tengo clicka
Mira Jesús, se lo follaron por 30 moneditas
Yo hago rap sí, vacilo a rappers
Si haces pop, bro, vacila a Bustamante
Los pelos en la lengua para los pedantes
No muero ni por lo de hoy ni por lo de antes
A mi me vale con ser el ídolo de Izan
Pa'l camello to es desierto hasta que le trincan
Les gusta más cuando pierdo la chispa
Como Eazy-E cuando pilló el sida
Ya casi vivo en mute
Si las frases fueran balas, me cae la de Lutte
Tú no eres malo, eres cutre
Vende dramas, te enseño lo que vale un cutter

No tengo na' que demostrar Chill Bars
Esto es jarabe pa mis chicos y chicas
Eres como un madero, siempre vas por detrás
Una sonrisa, vacilando pipas

No tengo na' que demostrar Chill Bars
Esto es jarabe pa mis chicos y chicas
Eres como un madero, siempre vas por detrás
Una sonrisa, vacilando pipas

Chill Bars

I started writing, but I didn't feel like it
It's N. Bajozero, the guy from the bars
The balance is easy, like how it is
Put the weight down whenever it falls
They're just forumers, they don't rap at all
My style is stuck to every word
I want to get away, this shit traps me
I don't want drama anymore, I'm not paying for the house anymore
They've believed your movie, what the hell is wrong with them
They talk about money but they don't move anything
I've lost some friends, they ruined my childhood
I lost my grandmother, I've already thanked her
(The twists and turns) and you talk about acrobatics
He who hasn't seen himself alone is still with his mother
Don't talk to me about anything, what a carry I had
In the hospital, not knowing what was happening
Sometimes there are more people than I expected
Sometimes in the neighborhood with 4 cans
I get off the camel to drink water
I'm inside the house taking out the umbrella
It's a fake drama
The gypsy comes with the rosemary, so she can burn a branch
I'm still wearing the same tracksuit, the renovation is underway
I'm like the Viking sharpening his axe
What's happen?

The genie doesn't grant wishes if you don't rub it
Wax on, wax off, fuck ya!
Mega Drive, 16 bits, Sega
Tiptoe, chest out, and arrive
Nothing to do with those delicate ones
With impersonal texts, this is dedicated
Take advantage of it like Jhon Jairo
I hear your beefs, it's a Potter versus Malfoy
Who hustles hard? Who gets it done?
They come out better when I'm without a spark
I have phrases for everyone, I don't have a clique
Look at Jesus, they fucked him for 30 coins
I do rap yes, I diss rappers
If you do pop, bro, diss Bustamante
Hair on the tongue for the pedants
I don't die for today or for before
For me, it's enough to be Izan's idol
For the camel, it's all desert until they catch him
They like it more when I lose my spark
Like Eazy-E when he got AIDS
I almost live in mute
If the phrases were bullets, I'd get Lutte's bullet
You're not bad, you're cheap
Sell dramas, I'll teach you what a cutter is worth

I don't have anything to prove Chill Bars
This is syrup for my kids and girls
You're like a cop, you're always behind
A smile, spitting seeds

I don't have anything to prove Chill Bars
This is syrup for my kids and girls
You're like a cop, you're always behind
A smile, spitting seeds