Paroles et traduction Fili Wey - Rosario

Rosario

Somos delincuentes, somos mercenarios
Levanten las manos la gente del barrio
Yo soy de la calle me escuchan los sicarios
Levanten las manos la gente del barriomi estilo es pistolero llega uno de los buenos
Vengo de un barrio bajo y te demuestro que podemos
Siempre a lo delincuente, siempre hago lo que quiero
El rap corre por mi sangre yo naci pa ser rapero
Muchos me critican pero no les da la mente
Dicen cosas delincuente pero no viven el presente
Mentes fantasmas, no digo chascarrillos
Con mi tema mas de uno seguro que quedo pillo
Y no me importa que diga la policia
Si a mi barrio no entran ni en plena luz del dia
Estan sarpados le sobra la cobardia
Porque no les da la nafta arrancan y no tiran
Se quieren matar porque yo siempre descanzo
Aunque me quieran callar yo voy a seguir sonando
Porque la gente a mi me elije a mi me escucha
Soy la nueva sensacion al que todos llaman lucas
Somos delincuentes, somos mercenarios
Levanten las manos la gente del barrio
Yo soy de la calle me escuchan los sicarios
Levanten las manos la gente del barrioescucha como suena volo otra sirena
Arranquen las pistolas escuchen como suena
Empieza el tiroteo los rafagasos vuelan
Se armo otra vala llega, la noche se puso buena
Caminando en los pasillos repartiendo cañasos
Yo busco la gloria no busco fracaso
No me caben giles que hacen de payaso
En la calle soy yo lo digo por si acaso
Activen tiren giles tiren berretines
Pero no los bancan y eso los deprime
Son re payasines son un re descanzo
Sientanse sarpados y hagan temas que los mato
Mi letra es como un estaca mi estylo como una metra
Quedas arruinado si intentas copiar mis letras
Te lo habiso te lo aclaro no olvides tenelo en cuenta
Para hablar de la calle tenes que vivir en ella
No me caben versos no me cabe el chamullo
Cuando pinta bondi me planto no hullo
La lluta te molesta por tener unos baguyos
Pero yo no se los doy es mio no es suyo
Somos delincuentes, somos mercenarios
Levanten las manos la gente del barrio
Yo soy de la calle me escuchan los sicarios
Levanten las manos la gente del barrio

Rosario

We are delinquents, we are mercenaries
Raise your hands, people of the neighborhood
I am from the streets, the hitmen listen to me
Raise your hands, people of the neighborhood, my style is a gunslinger, one of the good ones arrives
I come from a low-class neighborhood and I show you that we can
Always delinquent, I always do what I want
Rap runs through my blood, I was born to be a rapper
Many criticize me but their minds don't get it
They say delinquent things but they don't live in the present
Ghost minds, I don't tell jokes
With my theme, more than one will surely be left stunned
And I don't care what the police say
If they don't even enter my neighborhood in broad daylight
They're out of their depth, overflowing with cowardice
Because they don't have the guts, they start and don't shoot
They want to kill me because I always rest
Even if they want to silence me, I will keep sounding
Because people choose me, they listen to me
I am the new sensation, the one everyone calls Lucas
We are delinquents, we are mercenaries
Raise your hands, people of the neighborhood
I am from the streets, the hitmen listen to me
Raise your hands, people of the neighborhood, listen to how it sounds, another siren flies
Start the guns, listen to how it sounds
The shooting starts, the bursts fly
Another bullet arrives, the night has gotten good
Walking through the corridors, handing out blows
I seek glory, not failure
I don't have time for fools who act like clowns
In the street, it's me, I say it just in case
Activate, throw, fools, throw tantrums
But they can't handle them, and that depresses them
They are real clowns, they are a real bore
Feel out of your depth and make songs that I kill
My lyrics are like a stake, my style like a machine gun
You're ruined if you try to copy my lyrics
I warn you, I clarify it, don't forget, keep it in mind
To talk about the street, you have to live in it
I don't have time for verses, I don't have time for sweet talk
When the bus comes, I stand, I don't flee
The police bother you for having some loot
But I don't give it to them, it's mine, not theirs
We are delinquents, we are mercenaries
Raise your hands, people of the neighborhood
I am from the streets, the hitmen listen to me
Raise your hands, people of the neighborhood