Paroles et traduction Kinto Sol - Mi Suelo

Mi Suelo

I hablas de mi suelo?
Hablas de mi padre mi hermano y mi abuelo
Y por ellos compa en la raya yo muero, donde es el entierro porque tanta tierra?
Como odio a los falsos ratas traicioneras, voltean bandera cuando les conviene, por

Eso el skribe a esos weyes no se atiene.
No hacen falta no los necesitamos con esa
Compania mejor solo le atoramos, saben que onda todos mis paisanos, que coman los gusanos antes de venderme cucarachas corrientes les damos luz verde!
Aqui respetas o te decoran la maceta, neta es la meta limpiar esta banqueta rompemos jeta si hablas de mis colores familia, fe y patria son todos mis valores.

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No me importa lo que digan por ahi, se que hablan mal por ahi del lugar donde naci
Es mi suelo mi terreno

A cuete y espada defiendo mi cuna, mi pueblo que esta entre el cerro y la laguna
Donde vivi carnal es muy sencillo y el hombre de hoy aprendio todo de nino
Mi apellido sigue siendo el mismo y con los compas puro carnalismo, mi suelo mi tierra todo me ha ensenado, ha sido la brujula donde quiera que yo he andado.
Esucho el echo de los caracoles en este lugar no se arriman federales, saben que son mortals cuidao con los matorrales, andense derecho por que vivo aqui no sales.
Si eres del tipo que voltea bandera, eres una verguenza vales madre donde quiera todo ya esta listo palque venga a discutir cual es el miedo si nacimos pa morir.

My Soil

You speak about my soil?
You speak about my father, my brother, and my grandfather
And for them, my friend, at the border I will die, where is the burial because so much earth?
How I hate the false, treacherous rats, they turn their flags when it suits them, for

That reason the writer does not pay attention to those fools.
We don't need them, with that
Company we are better off alone, you know what's up all my countrymen, let the worms eat before selling me cockroaches we give you the green light!
Here you respect or they decorate your tombstone, the goal is to clean this sidewalk we break faces if you talk about my colors family, faith, and fatherland are all my values.

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I don't care what they say out there, I know they speak ill out there of the place where I was born
It's my soil, my land

With a machete and sword I defend my birthplace, my town that is between the hill and the lagoon
Where I lived, my friend, it is very simple and the man of today learned everything as a child
My surname remains the same and with my friends, pure camaraderie, my soil, my land has taught me everything, it has been the compass wherever I have gone.
I hear the echo of the conch shells in this place the federals do not approach, they know they are mortal, beware of the bushes, walk straight because I live here, you will not leave.
If you are the type that turns your flag, you are a disgrace, you are worthless everywhere, everything is ready to come and argue what is the fear if we were born to die.