Biribibae - Nikone traduction en anglais

Biribibae

Me miran con la cara rara cuando cojo el mic y suelto "biribaebae"
Me dicen que si esta es mi voz o la suelto en estudio y luego me la cambian
Pues para nada, pana, mejoré con temas con ganas de callar sus bla-blas
Y ahora le enseña a su mamá mis temas presumiendo que fuimos juntos a cla-class

Cuando voy de visita a la vieja escuela
Los muchachos se emocionan, ni que fuera
Ni un tal gasco, pero el tiempo cambia y esta es
Mi forma de verlo, quién no quiera conocerlo, que se pire, me la pela que yo seguiré a mi juego

Ow, Nikoneto y a su flow, sonando guay, flipando, ow
Saben lo que hay en Ventu Home, envidian el rollo que evoco yo
Ya sé lo que van a hacer, van en busca de colabo, yo les llamaba los huele huevs
Estás, que estarán a mi alrededor arrascando del pan que bien amase yo

Desde hace tiempo no veo nada nuevo
Todo suena igual que siempre como menos
Tengo el vaso que si vacío o que si lleno
Fuera de la escena que protagonizan ellos

No, no veo nada nuevo (biribibae)
Te juro que cuesta creerlo
Para qué quiero el vaso lleno si no puedo beberlo
Y aquello que deseo no lo compra ni el dinero

Si digo biribi, mi gente me grita bae, bae
No es rap ni reggae, es biribiribaebae
Si digo biribi, mi gente me grita bae, bae
Made in caraban, exportando buena gama

Si digo biribi, mi gente me grita bae, bae
No es rap ni reggae, es biribiribaebae
Si digo biribi, mi gente me grita bae, bae
Music for my people, Daribenhos en la sala

Yo no observo nada nuevo
Te juro que voy a hacerlo
Porque ellos no ven más allá de lo que yo veo
Te hice una promesa, pa, cumpliré con ello

Por mí y por todos mis compañeros
Que hasta el que más me pullea le entiendo
Aunque ofenda, me siento hoy a pensar a base de bases los ritmos y letras
Comprendo su rabia cuando empiezo a cantar y el biribibae moviliza la sala

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo veo nada nuevo
Te juro que cuesta creerlo
Para qué quiero el vaso lleno si no puedo beberlo
Y aquello que deseo no lo compra ni el dinero

Si digo biribi, mi gente me grita bae, bae
No es rap ni reggae, es biribiribaebae
Si digo biribi, mi gente me grita bae, bae
Made in caraban, exportando buena gama

Biribibae

They stare at me with an odd expression when I grab the mic and drop "biribaebae"
They ask if this is my real voice or if I autotune it in the studio
Not at all, my friend, I got better with tracks eager to silence their chatter
And now they show their mothers my songs, bragging that we went to class together

When I visit my old school
The kids get excited, as if I were
Not a celebrity, but time changes and this is
My way of seeing it, whoever doesn't want to understand it, can leave, I don't care, I'll keep playing my game

Ow, Nikoneto and his flow, sounding cool, freaking out, ow
They know what's up at Ventu Home, they envy the vibe I evoke
I know what they're going to do, they're looking for a collaboration, I used to call them kiss-asses
You are, they'll be around me, scraping for the bread that I knead so well

I haven't seen anything new for a while
Everything sounds the same as ever, or even less
I have a glass that's either empty or full
Outside of the scene they star in

No, I don't see anything new (biribibae)
I swear it's hard to believe
Why do I want a full glass if I can't drink it
And that which I desire, money can't buy it

If I say biribi, my people shout bae, bae
It's not rap or reggae, it's biribiribaebae
If I say biribi, my people shout bae, bae
Made in caraban, exporting good vibes

If I say biribi, my people shout bae, bae
It's not rap or reggae, it's biribiribaebae
If I say biribi, my people shout bae, bae
Music for my people, Daribenhos in the house

I don't see anything new
I swear I'm going to do it
Because they don't see beyond what I see
I made a promise to you, pa, I'll keep it

For myself and all my friends
That even the one who hates me the most, I understand him
Though it offends me, today I sit down to think of rhythms and lyrics based on rhythm
I understand their anger when I start to sing and the biribibae moves the crowd

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, I don't see anything new
I swear it's hard to believe
Why do I want a full glass if I can't drink it
And that which I desire, money can't buy it

If I say biribi, my people shout bae, bae
It's not rap or reggae, it's biribiribaebae
If I say biribi, my people shout bae, bae
Made in caraban, exporting good vibes