Paroles et traduction FOYONE - #RapSinCorte XXXII

#RapSinCorte XXXII

DNC en la casa, ye
Prefiero ser quien soy que imitar a otro,
yo no soy un negro rico, yo soy un yonki loco
Su rap de plástico decorao' con botox,
no consumo esa mierda, eso lo dejo para otros
Aparta pollo que llegó el gallo,
no es con el pico, es con los puños con lo que batallo
Aunque sea gallo siempre estoy volando alto,
querían nuestro corral y los acabé espoloneando
Yo, ni aunque se tomen 200 redbulles,
aquí arriba estoy solo, no llegan, ninguno sube
Se tuercen por actitudes, por mujeres o por dinero,
larga vida a mis guerreros manteniendo recto el vuelo
Compañero, esto es una carrera de fondo,
no pierdas tu energía haciendo el tonto o te cansas pronto
Ve a tu ritmo, sé tú mismo
o malgastarás tu vida persiguiendo un espejismo
Larga vida al que lo mantiene real,
sin fórmula, su forma, original
Al que sigue su camino y no le importa dónde va
y se muestra sin careta, sin adornos, sin disfraz
Paz pa' los reales,
aquellos que del alma les sale,
ya sea en la calle, conciertos, la micro o el metro
Si lo escupes de corazón tienes to's mis respetos
Paz pa' los reales,
aquellos que del alma les sale,
ya sea en la calle, conciertos, la micro o el metro
Si lo escupes de corazón tienes to's mis...
Yo Eso es lo que cuenta a última hora,
lo demás está de más si tu rap no sale del cora
Pueden engañar a cientos, miles, incluso a millones,
pero ¿cuántos vellos pones de punta con tus canciones?
Dime, ¿podrán sentirte cuando rimes?
¿O vas a conformarte con que los tuyos te animen?
Ellos ni se paran a escuchar la mierda que tú escribes,
solo levantan las manos porque tú se lo pides, ellos no lo viven
Prefiero a uno que le cale
que a cien a los que caiga por encima y les resbale
Rapeo pa los que saben de que va to' esta weá,
tenemos el mundo en las manos y lo queremos cambiar
Esto más que rap es una forma de pensar y de vivir,
es la válvula de escape pa' poder seguir aquí, eso es así
Nos quieren mudos pero yo tengo algo que decir,
lanzo lo que pienso al aire pa' que tú lo puedas sentir
Larga vida al que lo mantiene real,
sin fórmula, su forma, original
Al que sigue su camino y no le importa dónde va
y se muestra sin careta, sin adornos, sin disfraz
Paz pa' los reales,
aquellos que del alma les sale,
ya sea en la calle, conciertos, la micro o el metro
Si lo escupes de corazón tienes to's mis respetos
Paz pa' los reales,
aquellos que del alma les sale,
ya sea en la calle, conciertos, la micro o el metro
Si lo escupes de corazón... respeto
Ye RapSinCorte XXXII en Chile, Santiago,
Foyone, Gharuda en la casa, DNC puta, RESPETO

#RapSinCorte XXXII

DNC in the house, yeah
I'd rather be myself than imitate another,
I'm not a rich black man, I'm a crazy junkie
Their plastic rap decorated with botox,
I don't consume that shit, I leave that for others
Step aside chicken, the rooster has arrived,
It's not with my beak, it's with my fists that I battle
Even though I'm a rooster, I'm always flying high,
They wanted our coop and I ended up spurring them away
Yo, even if they take 200 Red Bulls,
I'm alone up here, they can't reach me, none of them climb
They get twisted by attitudes, women or money,
Long life to my warriors keeping their flight straight
Companion, this is a long-distance race,
Don't waste your energy playing the fool or you'll get tired quickly
Go at your own pace, be yourself
or you'll waste your life chasing a mirage
Long live the one who keeps it real,
without formula, their own way, original
To the one who follows their path and doesn't care where it goes
and shows themselves without a mask, without ornaments, without disguise
Peace to the real ones,
those who let it flow from their soul,
whether on the street, concerts, the mic or the subway
If you spit it from the heart you have all my respect
Peace to the real ones,
those who let it flow from their soul,
whether on the street, concerts, the mic or the subway
If you spit it from the heart you have all my...
Yo That's what counts in the end,
the rest is too much if your rap doesn't come from the heart
They can fool hundreds, thousands, even millions,
but how many hairs do you make stand on end with your songs?
Tell me, can they feel you when you rhyme?
Or are you going to settle for your people cheering you on?
They don't even stop to listen to the shit you write,
they just raise their hands because you ask them to, they don't live it
I prefer one who feels it
than a hundred who it falls on and slides right off
I rap for those who know what this whole thing is about,
we have the world in our hands and we want to change it
This is more than rap, it's a way of thinking and living,
it's the escape valve to be able to continue here, that's how it is
They want us mute but I have something to say,
I throw what I think into the air so you can feel it
Long live the one who keeps it real,
without formula, their own way, original
To the one who follows their path and doesn't care where it goes
and shows themselves without a mask, without ornaments, without disguise
Peace to the real ones,
those who let it flow from their soul,
whether on the street, concerts, the mic or the subway
If you spit it from the heart you have all my respect
Peace to the real ones,
those who let it flow from their soul,
whether on the street, concerts, the mic or the subway
If you spit it from the heart... respect
Yeah RapSinCorte XXXII in Chile, Santiago,
Foyone, Gharuda in the house, DNC bitch, RESPECT