Paroles et traduction Iluminatik - Rapstar

Rapstar

Mira estos zoquetes que se andan creyendo Rapstar
Se visten de a Daddy Yankee, pero en tiempos de hambre
Mira estos zoquetes que se andan creyendo Rapstar
Ni en su chante los conocen, han de dar las nalgas pa' grabar
Ese está zoquete que siente Rapstar
Se viste de a Kitty y Eminem en tiempos de hambre
Es este mismo soquete que se siente Rapstar
No sé cómo le hace, pero abrirá las nalgas por un trap

Es pura fantasía lo que escupen
Los bloques no se creen man, esos cuentos que presumes
Modas sin luces con líricas que compuse
Los dejé copiar un poco pero tampoco abusen

Sin tu crew, tu pómulo queda azul
Y tu labia con las ladies no siempre sale snurd
No eres un P.I.M.P., es un delirio
Tus dientes no son de platino, han de ser de aluminio

Nunca le has dado el jalón al bong
La única pelota blanca que has visto es de ping-pong
Esos MCs, los conozco bien
Si digo que hice algo, por envidia dicen yo también
Proclaman que disparan semi-autos
Bato deja de escuchar tanto rap chicano
La neta no estás al par
Y lo siento por tus fans porque son los que tienen que apoyar

Mira estos zoquetes que se andan creyendo Rapstar
Se visten de a Daddy Yankee, pero en tiempos de hambre
Mira estos zoquetes que se andan creyendo Rapstar
Ni en su chante los conocen, han de dar las nalgas pa' grabar
Ese está zoquete que siente Rapstar
Se viste de a Kitty y Eminem en tiempos de hambre
Es este mismo zoquete que se siente Rapstar
No sé cómo le hace, pero abrirá las nalgas por un trap

Rapstar

Look at these bozos who go around believing they're Rapstars
They dress like Daddy Yankee, but when times are tough
Look at these bozos who go around believing they're Rapstars
Even in their own crib they're not known, they must give their asses to record
That blockhead who thinks he's a Rapstar
He dresses like Kitty and Eminem, in times of hunger
This very blockhead who thinks he's a Rapstar
I don't know how he does it, but he'll open his ass for a trap

It's pure fantasy what they spit out
The blocks don't believe you, man, those stories you boast
Fashions without lights with lyrics I composed
I let you copy a little, but don't abuse it

Without your crew, your cheekbone turns blue
And your lip service with the ladies doesn't always come off Snurd
You're not a P.I.M.P., it's a delusion
Your teeth aren't platinum, they must be aluminum

You've never taken a hit from the bong
The only white ball you've seen is a ping-pong
I know these MCs well
If I say I did something, out of envy they say me too
They claim to shoot semi-autos
Dude, stop listening to so much Chicano rap
The truth is, you're not up to par
And I feel sorry for your fans because they're the ones who have to support you

Look at these bozos who go around believing they're Rapstars
They dress like Daddy Yankee, but when times are tough
Look at these bozos who go around believing they're Rapstars
Even in their own crib they're not known, they must give their asses to record
That blockhead who thinks he's a Rapstar
He dresses like Kitty and Eminem, in times of hunger
This very blockhead who thinks he's a Rapstar
I don't know how he does it, but he'll open his ass for a trap