Paroles et traduction Gordo Master - Te la inventao

Te la inventao

Diez céntimos en mi bolsillo,
La gente cree que tengo bugas, mansiones y castillos,
Que voy con mi bling luciendo brillo,
Que soy el rey de reyes en este mundillo.
Te la inventao yo no voy de listillo,
Soy un tío bastante sencillo,
A mí me hace reír tu sigue oyendo mi shit.

Llegara el día en que la lie,
No fear i′m real, mi disco te pone a mil.
Harto de escuchar a emcees y sus papeles malos
Como Oneil en Steal, gran facho, gran film...,
Pon cara de gangsta, ve contando pasta,
Eso no pega con tus pintas de manta,
A mí me hace reír, tu sigue oyendo mi shit.

Ir de chungo por la vida solo trae ruina,
Me colaré por tu cocina pamplina,
Pon al gordo en tu primera cita y alucinará,
Caerá en tus brazos, medicina!
El cóctel del amor Showtime Studio,
Gangsta 4 radio hom, el king,
Remember me, tu sigue oyendo mi shit.

La gente quiere, life,
Cosas cotidianas que en tu barrio no hay,
Julay, tu peinao de gay
Tu gomina, tu camisa y tus bambas guays.
¡bansai! Los pipillas van de mafia,
Con dos galletas yo te pongo a hacer acrobacias,
A mí me hace reír, tu sigue oyendo mi shit.

Échale arroz y dos papas gordas,
Llega Fatman los falsos que corran,
13, la kie ofrece miel, recen,
Yo me cago en to los puercos que van de jueces,
Los chumas crecen,
Los problemas están ahí, algo se cuece,
Beer in my dream, sigue escuchando mi shit.

[Estribillo]
Don't stop, rap life hom.
One track incredible.
Mi puerta, escándalo...
Everyday play the game, no hay fé, no hay ley.

The criminal, tu rap terminal no es original,
Letras tímidas no entran pierden el lugar,
Se estancan, pensamientos de druida no avanzan,
Mira la balanza, da vergüenza y no se cansan, nos ganan.
Hay que cambiar esto ya,
Prueba con este hueso duro de roer, vengo a ganar.
Mi lengua en llamas, curro cada mañana,
Bussiness, drama, crema, rama,
Más de una sombra en mi ciudad.

Pienso en perder peso, priba y yurtos en exceso
Es mi acceso, mi entrenamiento,
Fluyendo en el tiempo, haz lo correcto,
A veces no hay mal que por bien no venga necio,
Un precio, tu dime el precio de culo,
Te vendes rápido y con tus colegas vas de chulo?,
A mí me hace reír, tu sigue oyendo mi shit.

Rap session, sin atrezo, caramelo en verso,
Lo que tengo es lo que enseño, no hay más.
My shit en un pedestal, un track del crack
No lo saltan ni en el ramadán,
Donde va! de piantona volantona? Mal,
Mírame estoy aquí por suda y curra,
Mi sueño, el humo de un leño,
Robocop sin directriz four

[Estribillo]
Don′t stop, rap life hom.
One track incredible.
Mi puerta, escándalo...
Everyday play the game, no hay fé, no hay ley.

You Made It Up

Ten cents in my pocket,
People think I have dough, mansions and castles,
That I walk around with my bling shining bright,
That I'm the king of kings in this little world.
You made it up, I'm not a show-off,
I'm a pretty simple guy,
It makes me laugh, you keep listening to my shit.

The day will come when I'll mess things up,
No fear I'm real, my album gets you hyped.
Tired of listening to emcees and their bad roles,
Like Oneil in Steal, great dude, great film...,
Put on your gangsta face, counting your cash,
That doesn't go with your shabby clothes,
It makes me laugh, you keep listening to my shit.

Playing tough guy only brings ruin,
I'll sneak into your silly kitchen,
Bring the fat guy on your first date and she'll be amazed,
She'll fall into your arms, medicine!
The love cocktail Showtime Studio,
Gangsta for radio, homie, the king,
Remember me, you keep listening to my shit.

People want, life,
Everyday things that aren't in your hood,
Dude, your gay hairstyle,
Your hair gel, your shirt and your cool sneakers.
¡Bansai! The preppies act like mafia,
With two cookies I'll have you doing acrobatics,
It makes me laugh, you keep listening to my shit.

Throw in some rice and two fat potatoes,
Fatman arrives, let the fake ones run,
13, the kie offers honey, pray,
I shit on all the pigs who act like judges,
The hoodlums grow,
The problems are there, something's brewing,
Beer in my dream, keep listening to my shit.

[Chorus]
Don't stop, rap life homie.
One track incredible.
My door, scandal...
Everyday play the game, no faith, no law.

The criminal, your terminal rap is not original,
Timid lyrics don't get in, they lose their place,
They stagnate, druid thoughts don't move forward,
Look at the balance, it's embarrassing and they don't get tired, they win.
We have to change this now,
Try this hard bone to gnaw on, I come to win.
My tongue on fire, I work every morning,
Business, drama, cream, branch,
More than one shadow in my city.

I think about losing weight, weed and yurts in excess
It's my access, my training,
Flowing through time, do the right thing,
Sometimes there's no evil that doesn't come for good, fool,
A price, you tell me the price of your ass,
You sell yourself quickly and act like a pimp with your buddies?,
It makes me laugh, you keep listening to my shit.

Rap session, without props, caramel in verse,
What I have is what I show, there's no more.
My shit on a pedestal, a track from the crack
They don't skip it even in Ramadan,
Where are you going! on the fly, flying? Bad,
Look at me I'm here because of sweat and work,
My dream, the smoke of a log,
Robocop without directive four

[Chorus]
Don't stop, rap life homie.
One track incredible.
My door, scandal...
Everyday play the game, no faith, no law.