Paroles et traduction Ghetto feat. Julz One - Y Usted Qué?

Y Usted Qué?

Yeah Dímelo Juls jajajaja
Ahi esta miralo miralo jajajaja

Y usted que chucha me va a contar
De que no soy buen rapper para triunfar
De que mi talento no voa derrochar
De que en la radio no voy a sonar
Calle calle la trompa usted cabron
Esta viendo a la nueva generación
Usted solo habla porque es bocón
Y nosotros quemando el microphone.

Y usted que chucha me va a contar
De que no soy buen rapper para triunfar
De que mi talento no voa derrochar
De que en la radio no voy a sonar
Calle calle la trompa usted cabron
Esta viendo a la nueva generación
Usted solo habla porque es bocón
Y nosotros quemando el microphone.

(Yaoh)
Bienvenidos al underground
Donde todo lo que se escucha es real
Donde las balas corren hasta acertar
El tiro perfecto que te va a cegar
Un mejor futuro yo quiero buscar pero la verdad no se donde empezar
Puede que en la música pueda encontrar
Lo que yo quería y no pude comprar
En mi casa yo tengo que aportar el dinero para poder desayunar
Y a otros paises yo quiero viajar
Ya sea Argentina o a Panamá
Tengo un gran futuro por terminar
Y les prometo que yo lo voy a lograr
Aunque me cueste lo que me vaya a costar
A mi nada me lograra frenar!

Y usted que chucha me va a contar
De que no soy buen rapper para triunfar
De que mi talento no voa derrochar
De que en la radio no voy a sonar
Calle calle la trompa usted cabron
Esta viendo a la nueva generación
Usted solo habla porque es bocón
Y nosotros quemando el microphone

Y usted que chucha me va a contar
De que no soy buen rapper para triunfar
De que mi talento no voa derrochar
De que en la radio no voy a sonar
Calle calle la trompa usted cabron
Esta viendo a la nueva generación
Usted solo habla porque es bocón
Y nosotros quemando el microphone

Chiqui chi chicarron soy artista underground
Matando a rapero mona que no aguanta ningún round
En mi casa is my don
Voces se miran su roun
Yo astuto y tu un bruto perra dime "chao, chao"
El estereotipo de ese tipo con su prototipo
A incitar a este rapero a matar a toditito su equipo
Porque el se cree un gánster
Yo cabron como León y el Chiquito como un hamster
Cojo una guitarra
Este negro ya te atrapa
Con la lírica que comenta
Tan solo te destapa
Aparte de eso traigo rimas de artillería
Que si tu lo ves llegar
Al instante moririas
No soy un buen tata
Solo soy un caso X-Men
Que no hay pelon que de mente
Me podría ganar aqui
No soy una bestia yo la bestia de azul ayer
Ves tia que ta' tu sobrino si vino a joder
Ya se estan diciendo de que yo no se fluir
De que en esta vaina pa' na' no voy a sobrevivir
Lo que dijo mi padre se los voy a compartir
"No viva pa' trabajar, trabaja para vivir" (Uh)
"No viva pa' trabajar, trabaja para vivir" (Uh)
"No viva pa trabajar..." (Uh)

Y usted que chucha me va a contar
De que no soy buen rapper para triunfar
De que mi talento no voa derrochar
De que en la radio no voy a sonar
Calle calle la trompa usted cabron
Esta viendo a la nueva generación
Usted solo habla porque es bocón
Y nosotros quemando el microphone

Cuando yo empece (Todos querian humillarme)
Me volví un MC (Y eso no fue lamentable)
No se qué hace uste' (Pero siempre llega tarde)
Entre lobos nos green ey
(Y ellos pueden respaldarme)

Y USTE QUE CHUCHA?!

And You What?

Yeah tell me Juls hahahaha
There it is look at him look at him hahahaha

And you what the fuck are you going to tell me?
That I'm not a good rapper to succeed
That my talent will not be wasted
That I won't be playing on the radio
Shut up, you bastard
You're looking at the new generation
You only talk because you're a loudmouth
And we're burning up the microphone.

And you what the fuck are you going to tell me?
That I'm not a good rapper to succeed
That my talent will not be wasted
That I won't be playing on the radio
Shut up, you bastard
You're looking at the new generation
You only talk because you're a loudmouth
And we're burning up the microphone.

(Yaoh)
Welcome to the underground
Where everything you hear is real
Where bullets run until they hit
The perfect shot that will blind you
A better future I want to find but the truth is I don't know where to start
Maybe in music I can find
What I wanted and couldn't buy
In my house I have to contribute money to be able to have breakfast
And I want to travel to other countries
Whether Argentina or Panama
I have a great future to finish
And I promise you I will achieve it
Even if it costs me whatever it costs me
Nothing will stop me!

And you what the fuck are you going to tell me?
That I'm not a good rapper to succeed
That my talent will not be wasted
That I won't be playing on the radio
Shut up, you bastard
You're looking at the new generation
You only talk because you're a loudmouth
And we're burning up the microphone

And you what the fuck are you going to tell me?
That I'm not a good rapper to succeed
That my talent will not be wasted
That I won't be playing on the radio
Shut up, you bastard
You're looking at the new generation
You only talk because you're a loudmouth
And we're burning up the microphone

Chiqui chi chicarron I'm an underground artist
Killing monkey rapper who can't stand a round
In my house is my don
Voices look at your round
I'm astute and you're a brute bitch tell me "bye, bye"
The stereotype of that guy with his prototype
To incite this rapper to kill his entire team
Because he thinks he's a gangster
I'm a badass like Leon and Chiquito like a hamster
I take a guitar
This black man already traps you
With the lyrics that comment
It just uncovers you
Apart from that I bring artillery rhymes
That if you see him coming
You would instantly die
I'm not a good dad
I'm just an X-Men case
That there is no bald man who by mind
Could beat me here
I'm not a beast I'm the blue beast of yesterday
You see aunt that's your nephew if he came to fuck
They are already saying that I can't flow
That in this shit I'm not going to survive
What my father said I will share with you
"Don't live to work, work to live" (Uh)
"Don't live to work, work to live" (Uh)
"Don't live to work..." (Uh)

And you what the fuck are you going to tell me?
That I'm not a good rapper to succeed
That my talent will not be wasted
That I won't be playing on the radio
Shut up, you bastard
You're looking at the new generation
You only talk because you're a loudmouth
And we're burning up the microphone

When I started (Everyone wanted to humiliate me)
I became an MC (And that was not unfortunate)
I don't know what you're doing (But you're always late)
Between wolves we green ey
(And they can back me up)

AND YOU WHAT THE FUCK?!