Paroles et traduction Gordo Sarkasmus - Lágrimas

Lágrimas

Yo sin mostacho y borracho
Partiendo mc's con un gancho
Voy con capucha y un pucho lucho
Por puestos mas anchos
Y me rueda una lagrima lo que le gusta no es el rap es la farándula
Con sus medulas creo este plan que agarra las
Camandulas este liebre no descansa tortuga bonita
Que pena me da dice la salsa la danza de esta
Panza en tu panza me amansa la lanza este es el son
A la vieja usanza no sale confianza
Rima descalza y escasa y de aquí no pasa you
Hace que el gordo llore grasa la
Parrilla lo asa sin razon son machinal reason
Con fiel intención oigo su canción por el piso con permiso
Si hay buenos compases yo no paso le meto mano y todo el brazo
Voy con un mazo y usted mas o menos rapea le quedan tareas
Y no crean que les copio con sus copias tan feas

El problema es la influencia que tuvieron en su
Infancia escucharon lo mas malo y sin saber no tienen gracia
Mis rimas dotadas y cargadas de elegancia es
La escencia de lo puro lo que crea esta fragancia
Tiene mil quinientas fans y se cree que es muy
Bueno el problema es que ninguna a pasado de noveno
No se a dado cuenta que lo siguen por su edad no
Escuches gordo sarkasmus que esta lleno de maldad
Tu video es tan bonito que lo veo y me vomito tu
Cuento aburrido igual que el universo es infinito
Mi mente dice quitalo me ofendo y me
Irrito pero luego yo me deshaogo respiro y grito
Tu rap de niña de colegio no me asusta me disgusta
Me molesta y me entristese y me hace perder la testa
Es tan delicado que lucha y protesta
Soltaste tantas lagrimas que aguaste la fiesta

El mundo es un pañuelo pa' limpiarse los mocos
Y las lágrimas que caen por que salen de mis ojos
Mis oidos les contaron que los buenos eran pocos
Porqué todos se quejaban y lloraban como locos

El mundo es un pañuelo pa' limpiarse los mocos
Y las lágrimas que caen por que salen de mis ojos
Mis oidos les contaron que los buenos eran pocos
Porqué todos se quejaban y lloraban como locos

La escencia en el maletin su estupidez la contraseña
El niño ñoño no entiende que el respeto al rap no se enseña
Ahora esta rima esta mas buena que flora
Mientras le escriben la letra y se la decoran
Sopla locomotoras sierra de motor tortura
Cuna del dolor literatura del que no se cura
Seguros lagrimones si escucho sus canciones
Mis impresiones son supositorios como camiones
Cuando canta sus penas me estimula el lagrimal
Mostrando en la escena que no entrena nada original
Es igual nada bajo la manga sostengo el mango
Con un dolor en el pecho perfecto pa' hacer un tango
Rap de niñas olvidaron ya las buenas riñas
Cuendo mi interes es que esfinteres no se estiñan
Por no cagar ya le mierda se le va al cerebro
No vine a pegar vine a pegarle pa' ver si celebro

Usa el rap para quejarse de su vida y despojarse de
Su culpa y de sus penas y eso hardcore no es eso parce
Enamorarse (prff.
) Parece conocio a cupido dedicandole
Los cantos a quien tanto lo a escupido
Esta escondido bajo un arbol con actitud de
Narcos sin pasado ni presente y un futuro como el sarco
El delincuente enamorado tonto y terco
Que se unde su nostalgia en el agua como un barco
Odio tu novela mexicana que le gusta a las
Abuelas y a tu hermana y se repite cada dia de la semana
Andate pa tu casa con tu oido que no
Sana consigase una novia y deje el drama
Tus letras son pa conquistar a nenas me da pena de la ajena que
Sonroja lo contrario a lo que siento cuando escucho una cosa buena
Como suena el hip hop depresivo es pa' cortarse las venas

Tears

Me without a mustache and drunk
Splitting MC's with a hook
I go with a hood and a joint, I fight
For wider positions
And a tear rolls down my cheek what she likes is not rap, it's the showbiz
With her bone marrow I create this plan that grabs the
Rosaries this rabbit does not rest pretty turtle
What a pity it gives me, says the sauce, the dance of this
Belly in your belly the spear tames me this is the sound
In the old way, there is no confidence
Barefoot and scarce rhyme and from here it does not pass you
Make the fat man cry grease the
Grill roasts it for no reason, they are machinal reason
With faithful intention I hear your song on the floor with permission
If there are good compasses I don't pass I put my hand and my whole arm on it
I'm going with a mallet and you more or less rap, you have homework left
And don't think I'm copying you with your copies so ugly

The problem is the influence they had on their
Childhood, they listened to the worst and without knowing it they have no grace
My rhymes endowed and loaded with elegance is
The essence of the pure what creates this fragrance
She has fifteen hundred fans and she thinks she's very
Good, the problem is that none have passed ninth grade
She hasn't realized that they follow her because of her age, don't
Listen to fat sarkasmus who is full of evil
Your video is so beautiful that I see it and I throw up your
Boring story just like the universe is infinite
My mind says take it off, I get offended and me
Irritated but then I let off steam I breathe and shout
Your schoolgirl rap doesn't scare me, it disgusts me.
It bothers me and saddens me and makes me lose my mind
It's so delicate that it struggles and protests
You shed so many tears that you endured the party

The world is a handkerchief to wipe your nose with
And the tears that fall because they come out of my eyes
My ears told them that the good ones were few
Why everyone complained and cried like crazy

The world is a handkerchief to wipe your nose with
And the tears that fall because they come out of my eyes
My ears told them that the good ones were few
Why everyone complained and cried like crazy

The essence in the briefcase its stupidity the password
The nerdy boy does not understand that respect for rap is not taught
Now this rhyme is tastier than flora
While they write the lyrics and decorate it
Blow locomotives motor saw torture
Cradle of pain literature of the one who is not cured
Safe big tears if I listen to your songs
My impressions are suppositories like trucks
When she sings her sorrows, my tear duct is stimulated
Showing on stage that she doesn't train anything original
It's the same nothing up my sleeve I hold the mango
With a pain in the chest perfect for doing a tango
Girl rap have already forgotten the good fights
When my interest is that sphincters do not strain
By not shitting anymore, the shit goes to her brain
I didn't come to hit, I came to hit her to see if I celebrate

She uses rap to complain about her life and strip away
Of her guilt and her sorrows and that hardcore is not that partner
Falling in love (prff.
) It seems he met Cupid dedicating
The songs to whoever has sucked him so much
She is hidden under a tree with the attitude of
Narcos without a past or present and a future like the sarco
The delinquent in love, silly and stubborn
That his nostalgia sinks in the water like a ship
I hate your Mexican soap opera that grandmothers like
And your sister and it repeats every day of the week
Go to your house with your ear that does not
Healthy get yourself a girlfriend and leave the drama
Your lyrics are to conquer babes, I feel sorry for the stranger that
Blushing the opposite of what I feel when I hear a good thing
As depressive hip hop sounds is to cut your veins