Paroles et traduction Free Stayla - Sin Corazón

Sin Corazón

Hoy vengo a ser sincero a ser enemigo de cualquiera
Y mando a la mierda a todos sin importarme a quien le duela
Hoy me falta el corazón con más razón
Escribí una canción para cualquier gonorrea
Pal que la escuche, el que la lea, va a entender de que les hablo
Pa los judas los que creen y aun así siguen dudando
Para los que se maquillan y se creen meros machos
Pa los que no farrean solo por eatar rapeando ahí voy
Que es lo que les duele a la gente que no me estima
Esos que son más raperos por cantar en mas tarimas
Si las veces que he cantado la mitad de mis canciones
Le meto lo que no tienen y eso se llaman cojones
Cuantas canciones me dedican no me sentiria halagado
Cuando nadie los critica y aun asi ellos viven brabos
No sé si tienen complejos o se sienten desolados
O solo es la realidad de sentirse menos a mi lado
Ilógico es su pensamiento aun así piensan pegar
Solo asisten a los toques pa ver pelos y
Fumar donde esta lo real que quizás presumen ser
Predicar es aplicar o callados mejor se ven
Dejé de ser un rapero porque la moda era
Rapear, ponerse MC Peteto y decir que es real
Por lo más sagrado hermano y que me lo grite todo el
Mundo, no confundan a un rapero con un marica Farruco
Tenemos conocimiento de saber quienes son falsos
Y si nos creemos perfectos a la vuelta la cagamos
Para los que me conocen yo soy de pocas
Palabras, yo tambien la cago y no perdono cagadas
Quien dice que uno da la mano para que otro se la lamba
Tras de hipocrita falton y los mios le dan la espalda
Porque no fué casualidad decepcionarme así
Pero con el paso del tiempo uno ya lo ve venir
Muchos dirán que estoy muy joven, pero yo siempre pensé
Que no era lo correcto jugar con una mujer
Aun así se ah lastimado a quien no lo merecia
Pero siempre nos quedamos con quien no nos merecía
Somos pensantes como todos al elaborar tareas
Pero los hombres hoy en día aman culos y ver tetas
Haría un grupo entre los hombres esos pocos que ahora piensan
Que no hay culo más bonito que el que estudia y se respeta
Ahora es el turno de esas monedas para dejar las cosas claras
Que son falsos y que apestan porque tienen varias caras
Esos mismos que lo ven con la mujer caminando
Cuando uno se descuida ya se la estan parlando
Animales, gusanos que merecen ser
Aplastados, deseosos de lo ageno victimas o fracasados
Esas personas parceros de las que yo estoy hablando
Son las que no se meresen que les demos ni la mano
Siento respeto por las personas que les gusta
Escuchar rap, que se sientan una hora para un disco analizar
Porque siempre vale más no un estudio bien pagado
Simplemente vale más un contenido bien pensado
Para los que solo piensan que el rap es fumar y beber
Eso solamente es a Snoop Dogg y Fifty Cent
Porque el rap es el amor que no le llega a cualquiera
Y muy pocos somos capaces de defenderlo como fieras
Vamos a llenar los toques de más oyentes y menos varetos
Porque asi como nuestras mamás el rap merece respeto
A los que me gane de enemigos desde los diez empecé a rapear
Y le tengo miedo al coco por si me quieren tirar yehh

Without a Heart

Today I come to be sincere, to be the enemy of anyone
And I send everyone to hell, no matter who it hurts
Today I lack a heart, even more so
I wrote a song for any scumbag
For whoever listens to it, whoever reads it, will understand what I'm talking about
For the Judases, those who believe and still doubt
For those who wear makeup and think they are real men
For those who don't struggle, just to be rapping there I go
What hurts the people who don't respect me
Those who are more rappers for singing on more stages
If the times I've sung half of my songs
I put in what they don't have and that's called balls
How many songs are dedicated to me, I wouldn't feel flattered
When nobody criticizes them and yet they live angry
I don't know if they have complexes or feel desolate
Or it's just the reality of feeling less by my side
Their thinking is illogical yet they think they will succeed
They only attend the gigs to see hair and
Smoke where the real is, what they perhaps pretend to be
To preach is to apply or be quiet, they look better
I stopped being a rapper because the fashion was
Rapping, putting on MC Peteto and saying it's real
For the most sacred brother, and let the whole world shout it to me,
Don't confuse a rapper with a Farruco faggot
We have the knowledge to know who is fake
And if we believe ourselves perfect, we screw up around the corner
For those who know me, I am a man of few
Words, I also screw up and don't forgive screw ups
Who says that one gives a hand so that another can lick it
Behind hypocritical, fake, and my own turn their backs on me
Because it was no coincidence that I was disappointed like this
But with the passage of time one already sees it coming
Many will say that I am very young, but I always thought
That it wasn't right to play with a woman
Even so, someone who didn't deserve it has been hurt
But we always stay with who didn't deserve us
We are thinkers like everyone else when elaborating tasks
But men today love asses and seeing tits
I would make a group among men, those few who now think
That there is no ass more beautiful than the one who studies and respects herself
Now it is the turn of those coins to make things clear
That they are fake and that they bet because they have several faces
Those same ones who see him walking with the woman
When one is careless they are already talking to her
Animals, worms that deserve to be
Crushed, desirous of the foreign, victims or failures
Those people, partners, of whom I am talking
Are the ones who don't deserve us to give them even a hand
I feel respect for the people who like
Listen to rap, who sit for an hour to analyze an album
Because it's always worth more than a well-paid studio
It simply is worth more than well-thought-out content
For those who only think that rap is smoking and drinking
That's just Snoop Dogg and Fifty Cent
Because rap is the love that not everyone gets
And very few of us are capable of defending it like beasts
Let's fill the gigs with more listeners and less stoners
Because just like our mothers, rap deserves respect
To those enemies I've made, I started rapping since I was ten
And I'm afraid of the boogeyman in case they want to shoot me yehh