Paroles et traduction Mamborap - Desde Siempre... (Gto Beat)

Desde Siempre... (Gto Beat)

Desde la locura recistente a la cordura de la metrica
La pobla siempre que se pone a oscura sigue buscando
La cura del hiphop en la comuna y asi juran que si funan
Muralla misma cultura de cuento un poco de como quiero vivir
Fumo mota quien se anota para su freestyle compartir
Pa' seguir pa' subir si que de pobla sali mucho boca que anda loca
Si de idea pa' competir

Fumando caño a craneo llega el ermitaneo un rayo callo y una calma
Que al barrio le hace daño, el puto callo quiere un voto quedo calendario
Y en donde mierda estuviste estos 4 años... eeey
Me pusiste en una canchita cuando palas elecciones quedo un par de
Semanitas donde estavas hablasita en la carita tu boquita rica pala
Operacion de las tetitas de mijita chica

Sonido en la cloaca tiro aquel dolor de guata que me saca de este mapa
Pa hacer rap en la lleca soy fumeta de la orquesta de la mamborap
Wacho y cuidao con la botella aqui estan los mamborracho me la vivo
Con la mambo aqui nunca existe ley salimo de la cloaca pa puro
Poner play venimo' de un lugar en que no hay ningun rey donde lo que no
Se pese escucha puro poniendo play

Si no me interesa cuanto saben ni del año que anden pura competi
En sus parlantes y mueredete la lengua de... de su propia boca
Con el pez ve tiene ve que no conviene tener tu principio buena
Producciones en las canciones se salto el mejor momento y
Ahora entiendo porque conchetumare no tienen accenso

Ever Since... (Gto Beat)

From strong madness to the sense of rhyme's measure
The place always looks for the cure when it gets dark
The cure of hip hop in the community and that's how they swear that if they smoke
They'll build a fence, the same culture I'll tell a little of how I want to live
I smoke weed who signs up to share their freestyle
To keep on, to rise even if I left the neighborhood, a lot of people say crazy things
If the idea is to compete

Smoking a blunt to the head, the hermit arrives, a bolt of lightning strikes and a peace
That hurts the neighborhood, the fucking callus wants a vote, I'm left with the calendar
And where the hell were you these past 4 years?... hey
You put me in a small court when for the elections you were there for a couple
Weeks, where were you, you were talking to my face, your pretty mouth for the
Operation of my dear girl's boobs

Sound in the sewer, I shoot that stomach ache that takes me off this map
To rap in the street, I'm a stoner from the Mamborap orchestra
Boy, watch out with the bottle, here are the Mamborracho, I live
With the Mamborap, here there's never a law, we come out of the sewer just to
Hit play, we come from a place where there's no king, where what's not
Weighed is heard just by hitting play

If I don't care how much they know or what year they're in, just compete
In your speakers and bite your tongue off... off your own mouth
With the fishy smell, you have to see that it's not convenient to have good
Principles in the songs, you missed the best moment and
Now I understand why you don't have access, damn it