Paroles et traduction Magic Magno feat. DJ Nerso - Por mi gente

Por mi gente

Hay muchas guarras en el barrio mucho guardia mucho hater.

Hay mucho hijo de puta que quiere joderme.
Mucho sopla nucas que conspiran por mi muerte.
Pero no caera esa breva Dios eleva a los mas fuertes.
Hay muchas guarras en el barrio mucho guardia mucho hater.
Hay mucho hijo de puta que quiere joderme.
Mucho sopla nucas que conspiran por mi muerte.
Pero no caera esa breva Dios eleva a los mas fuertes.
Y es que no van a derribarme no pueden.
Los hago sudar con mi mierda ellos mueren
Me sobra el estilo y eso es lo que a ellos les duele
Yo soy quien los deja en vilo aniquilo como Maywheater
Ando por el barrio y esos pipones lo notan
Que si mira mucho chacho la pelea explota
Tu creetelo primo que no hay derrota.
Si me meto en el ring es hasta el fin la boca rota.
Canto para el barrio pa' que tu lo oigas.
Pa' que tengas music cuando fumes y te enpongas.
Para que sientas y te olvides de las normas.
Pa' que no seas otro mierda que con poco se conforma.
Canto por los mios y por mi gente los delincuentes.
La gente brava los dementes los que caminan de frente.
Hay muchas guarras en el barrio.
Mucho guardia mucho hater.
Hay mucho hijo de puta que quiere joderme
Mucho sopla nucas que conspiran por mi muerte.
Pero no caera esa breva Dios eleva a los mas fuertes.
Hay muchas guarras en el barrio.
Mucho guardia mucho hater.
Hay mucho hijo de puta que quiere joderme.
Mucho sopla nuca que conspira por mi muerte.
Pero no caera esa breva Dios eleva a los mas fuertes.
Ciego de quimico cannabico cronico.
Primo no me intimido soy timido pero pulo a sus comicos.
Cierro la boca al cinico pues lo escupo gordo.
Con mi flow atletico los encorbo.
De mi mente al boli tolis.
Los pulo como roca.
Quieren venderme su peli pero es mentira
Y se nota porque se que toa' su mierda
Su kiada no es verdad.
Viven su falsa realidad de vida
Sigo en el barrio por si quieres verme.
Sin miedo caigo y vuelvo a levantarme.
Hay muchos que quieren venderme.
Muchos que no quieren verme.
Pero no, no no van a pararme.
Sonrio primo mientras fumo el verde.
Le rezo al cielo pa que Dios me guarde.
De tanto perro que no muerde .
De esos que quieren romperme y matarian por enterrarme.
Hay muchas guarras en el barrio.
Mucho guardia.
Mucho hater.
Hay mucho hijo de puta que quiere joderme.
Muchos sopla nucas que conspiran por mi muerte.
Pero no caera esa breva Dios eleva a los mas fuertes.
Hay muchas guarras en el barrio.
Mucho guardia.
Mucho hater.
Hay mucho hijo de puta que quiere joderme.
Muchos sopla nucas que conspiran por mi muerte.
Pero no caera esa breva Dios eleva a los mas fuertes.
Hay muchas guarras en el barrio.
Mucho guardia.
Mucho hater.
Nooooo, no van a pararme no.
Ellos no pueden.
Ellos no pueden.
No pueden conmigo.

For my people

There are many whores in the neighborhood, many guards, many haters.

There are many sons of whores who want to fuck me.
Many snitches who conspire for my death.
But this will not happen, God raises the strongest ones.
There are many whores in the neighborhood, many guards, many haters.
There are many sons of whores who want to fuck me.
Many snitches who conspire for my death.
But this will not happen, God raises the strongest ones.
And they will not bring me down, they can't.
I make them sweat with my shit, they're dying.
I got plenty of style and that's what hurts them.
I'm the one who leaves them speechless, I destroy them like Mayweather.
I walk around the neighborhood and those big guys notice it.
That if they look too much, man, the fight will break out.
You believe it, cousin, that there is no defeat.
If I step into the ring, it's until the end, mouth broken.
I sing for the neighborhood so you can hear it.
So that you have music when you smoke and get high.
So you can feel and forget the rules.
So you're not just another worthless person who settles for anything.
I sing for my people and my criminals.
The fierce people, the crazy ones, the ones who walk straight.
There are many whores in the neighborhood.
Many guards, many haters.
There are many sons of whores who want to fuck me.
Many snitches who conspire for my death.
But this will not happen, God raises the strongest ones.
There are many whores in the neighborhood.
Many guards, many haters.
There are many sons of whores who want to fuck me.
Many snitches who conspire for my death.
But this will not happen, God raises the strongest ones.
Blind from chemicals, chronic cannabis.
Cousin, I'm not intimidated, I'm shy but I polish off their jokes.
I shut the cynic's mouth because I spit it out loud.
With my athletic flow I make them bow.
From my mind to your pen, tolis.
I polish them like rocks.
They want to sell me their movie, but it's a lie.
And it shows because I know all their shit,
Their kiada is not true.
They live their false reality of life.
I'm still in the neighborhood, in case you want to see me.
Without fear, I fall and get back up.
There are many who want to sell me.
Many who don't want to see me.
But no, no, they're not going to stop me.
I smile, baby, while I smoke the green.
I pray to heaven that God will protect me.
From so many dogs that don't bite.
Those who want to break me and would kill to bury me.
There are many whores in the neighborhood.
Many guards.
Many haters.
There are many sons of whores who want to fuck me.
Many snitches who conspire for my death.
But this will not happen, God raises the strongest ones.
There are many whores in the neighborhood.
Many guards.
Many haters.
There are many sons of whores who want to fuck me.
Many snitches who conspire for my death.
But this will not happen, God raises the strongest ones.
There are many whores in the neighborhood.
Many guards.
Many haters.
Nooooo, they're not going to stop me, no.
They can't.
They can't.
They can't do anything to me.