Paroles et traduction Mr. Yosie Locote - Barrios Bajos

Barrios Bajos

El maestro de las rimas, Mr Yosie Locote
En los barrios bajos, así es.
Se prende la sangre, la mente se altera, mi paño
Mis guantes, le salgo a la guerra
Desde adolecente entre a balaseras
Pandillas y riñas, se safo en mi escuela
La gente pregunta porque soy violento, y yo les contesto de nadie me dejo, así yo crecí
Ando pa de lante y a este locote ya no hay quien lo pare, probé de la motta, pastillas que explotan,
Siempre cotorreando con toda mi flota
Si muero que importa mi vida esta loca, en riña adelante mi cuete de tola.

En los barrios bajos con puro mlandro, riñas de pandillas fileros balsos desde adolecente siempre voy al frente, traigo mi filero fajado mi cuete.

En los barrios bajos con puro mlandro, riñas de pandillas fileros balsos desde adolecente siempre voy al frente, traigo mi filero fajado mi cuete.

Tenía 17 cargaba mi cuete, salian en en vivos y corrian al verme si por defenderme me juzga la gente, me busca en la espalda, yo llego de frente,
Así yo crecí, riñas y misiones, entre cotorreos desmadres, prisiones, con puro sureño puro cholo soldier puro piraton listos pal desorden, loco pandillero simpre bodegero, mi paño azul desde ese sureño la camisa aguada, gafas en la cara pa los ojos rojos que trae mi mirada, que viva la raza loca mexicana cholos pandilleros mi raza ¡malandra!

En los barrios bajos con puro mlandro, riñas de pandillas fileros balsos desde adolecente siempre voy al frente, traigo mi filero fajado mi cuete.

En los barrios bajos con puro mlandro, riñas de pandillas fileros balsos desde adolecente siempre voy al frente, traigo mi filero fajado mi cuete.

Camino pal frente rimas en mi mente tirando les flow pa los delincuentes, mi raza fletada que muere en la raya, que anda por las calles que anda en batallas,
Se miran las calles todas tapizadas
Piedras y botellas casquillos de balas
Es todas las noches pelones en coches
Puro piraton, listos pal desorden
Pandillas y riñas se safo mi vida
Siempre pa delante, bien puesta la pila
Ando por las calles de Guadalajara
Tirandoles flow, topando en batallas
Loco mexicano, sureño soldado
Si curo, asesino rapeando y tirando.

En los barrios bajos con puro mlandro, riñas de pandillas fileros balsos desde adolecente siempre voy al frente, traigo mi filero fajado mi cuete.

En los barrios bajos con puro mlandro, riñas de pandillas fileros balsos desde adolecente siempre voy al frente, traigo mi filero fajado mi cuete.

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Low Neighborhoods

The master of rhymes, Mr Yosie Locote
In the low neighborhoods, that's how it is.
The blood is ignited, the mind is altered, my bandana
My gloves, I go out to war
Since I was a teenager, I've been in shootings
Gangs and fights, it went down in my school
People ask why I'm violent, and I tell them I don't let anyone push me around, that's how I grew up
I'm going forward and there's no one who can stop this crazy guy, I've tried meth, pills that explode,
Always hanging out with my whole crew
If I die, it doesn't matter, my life is crazy, in a fight, forward my gun is ready.

In the low neighborhoods with pure thugs, gang fights, sharp blades, since I was a teenager, I always go to the front, I bring my blade, my gun is strapped.

In the low neighborhoods with pure thugs, gang fights, sharp blades, since I was a teenager, I always go to the front, I bring my blade, my gun is strapped.

I was 17, I carried my gun, they would go live and run when they saw me, if people judge me for defending myself, they look for me behind my back, I come from the front,
That's how I grew up, fights and missions, between hangouts, chaos, prisons, with pure sureño, pure cholo soldier, pure piraton, ready for disorder, crazy gangster always a bodega owner, my blue bandana since that sureño, the soaked shirt, glasses on my face for the red eyes that my gaze brings, long live the crazy Mexican race, cholos gangsters my people are thugs!

In the low neighborhoods with pure thugs, gang fights, sharp blades, since I was a teenager, I always go to the front, I bring my blade, my gun is strapped.

In the low neighborhoods with pure thugs, gang fights, sharp blades, since I was a teenager, I always go to the front, I bring my blade, my gun is strapped.

I walk to the front, rhymes in my mind, throwing flow at the criminals, my sharp race that dies on the line, that walks the streets, that goes into battles,
You see the streets all covered
Stones and bottles, bullet casings
Every night, bald guys in cars
Pure piraton, ready for disorder
Gangs and fights, my life goes off
Always forward, the battery is well placed
I walk the streets of Guadalajara
Throwing flow at them, bumping into battles
Crazy Mexican, sureño soldier
If I cure, I kill, rapping and shooting.

In the low neighborhoods with pure thugs, gang fights, sharp blades, since I was a teenager, I always go to the front, I bring my blade, my gun is strapped.

In the low neighborhoods with pure thugs, gang fights, sharp blades, since I was a teenager, I always go to the front, I bring my blade, my gun is strapped.

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