Paroles et traduction Fernandocosta - Painters

Painters

Todo los que escribo son chinas en el chándal
Un vandal con Van-Damme cruzando las bambas
Mi voz mi pompa lo tiré del quinto me encanta cuando estampa
Aprieta la quinta pa ver si revienta
Me la busqué violenta de esa que pengan gritos
Me grita y me espanta a la vez no es tanta
La mierda que recito el salserio sarandonga
Coloca burundanga puta esto es la bomba
La de Hiroshima en tu retina haciendo palmas
Si van de carpinteros y al final saltaron tablas
No se que hablan soy un tapón de Wallace no lo igualan
Soy un comodo,como no el komodo se comio a la higuana
Y al final la marihuana no acabo matando al mono
Es como si no existiera ningun modo
No lo asomo no lo logro tiraré de garra y lomo
Vosotros volveis a las doce nosotros
Salíamos corríamos a rallar tu coche
Se ha comprao un cocker pa joder el carro de ese policía
Pa que diga que cabrones
Fernando contra Kramer piezas gordas como homer
Decorando los camiones grafiteros con cojones
Boquilla ancha como un humner
Policía bastarda nos la come
Huelen la mierda como moscas al principio cuesta
Mi principio poska esque no te coscas
Voy fumao de costo takeando F COSTA
Fumando j costa
Para estar arriba hay que subir cuestas
Fernandillo mosca peso
Tu pandilla masca yeso y eso
Que soy la boquilla que rebosa por tu vaso
En Ibiza no había trenes pa pintarlos con los nenes
Nos inventamos los vagones
El Reina Sofía lo tenían pintao como un tranvía
Ahora el ayunta viene y nos lo pinta to los días
Pa que el policía desde chico lo sabia
Rapers de panacea necesitan agua fría
Van partia ya lo sabia
Te vendrías con la paranoia esa de to los días
Esto es pa mis painters pa mis voicersdoompers
Pa hacerlo mal ni lo intentéis
Asi que va bien mejor no se me lien
Fernando mala calle y en la calle no sonríen
Tu tocha gotea como tu bombín to feo
Pero no está mal para ser pura diarrea
Quieren comerse un pussy y acaban comiendo pasas
Eih you que pasa soy de cachasa y guasa
No huelo a tommy hil puta huelo a moby dick
Me hablan de tanas con una paga ya fuera de aquí
Fernando el badaquin nadie nos gana aquí
Marihuana toda la semana weed por week
Especial dedicación Rafael Córdoba
El que yei Rafa
Rafuni el mejor Driver
Sarao para los niños del reina

Painters

All I write are chicks in tracksuits
A vandal with Van Damme crossing my sneakers
My voice, my pump, I threw it from the fifth floor, I love it when it crashes
Hit the fifth gear to see if it bursts
I looked for her violent, the kind that yells
She yells at me and scares me at the same time, it's not that much
The shit I recite, the salsero sarandonga
Places burundanga, bitch, this is the bomb
Hiroshima's bomb in your retina, clapping hands
If they went as carpenters and ended up jumping tables
I don't know what they're talking about, I'm a Wallace plug, they can't match it
I'm a comodo, like the komodo that ate the iguana
And in the end, marijuana didn't end up killing the monkey
It's like there's no way
I don't show it, I can't achieve it, I'll pull claw and back
You guys come back at twelve, we
Went out, ran to scratch your car
He bought a cocker spaniel to mess with that cop's car
So he can say what bastards
Fernando versus Kramer, fat pieces like Homer
Decorating trucks, graffiti artists with balls
Wide nozzle like a Hummer
Bastard police suck it
They smell the shit like flies, it's hard at first
My poska beginning is that you don't get it
I'm high on costo, tagging F COSTA
Smoking j costa
To be on top you have to climb hills
Fernandillo flyweight
Your crew chews plaster, that's it
That I'm the nozzle that overflows your glass
In Ibiza there were no trains to paint with the boys
We invented the wagons
They had the Reina Sofía painted like a tram
Now the city council comes and paints it every day
So the cop knew it since he was a kid
Panacea rappers need cold water
They're gone, I knew it
You'd come with that paranoia of every day
This is for my painters, for my voicers, doompers
Don't even try to do it wrong
So it's going well, better not mess with me
Fernando, bad street, and in the street they don't smile
Your torch drips like your ugly bowler hat
But it's not bad for pure diarrhea
They want to eat a pussy and end up eating raisins
Hey you, what's up, I'm from cachasa and guasa
I don't smell like Tommy Hil, bitch, I smell like Moby Dick
They talk to me about chicks with a pay, get out of here
Fernando the badaquin, nobody beats us here
Marijuana all week, weed per week
Special dedication Rafael Córdoba
The one who yells Rafa
Rafuni the best Driver
Party for the kids of the queen