Paroles et traduction Ñengo Flow - Mafia Verdadera

Mafia Verdadera

Mera Yampi
Vamos a demostrales quienes son
Los fuckin' Real-G for life
Full Records en la casa ¿me entiendes?
W, jajaja Uh! Que se alivien en la orilla
Uno dos tres, uno dos, uno dos mothefucka'
One two, one two, one two
Here we go jaja Dice asi, Oye!

Despierta el oido, te va a violar el sonido
Rugen como leones y su culo se va partido
Eh Yo! Producto del rap y de la raza black
De los que montan lio por las esquinas y distribuyen crack
Mi territorio no pises, inundado de _______
Ten cuidado con lo que dices o te la pongo en las narices
Quieres frontearme pero te falta novato
Si cagas fuera del plato yo mismo voy y te mato
Yo! Sientan el maltrato con plomo que lo esbarato
Y te huesamos la salud pa' que no existan los retratos
Aguanta la boqueta cabron y dale con calma
Si te damos por los cocos se te va a caer la palma
Esta sonando la alarma, cantante fantasma
Tus balas te salvan, si si si esa es tu alma
Transportalo por el portal, aqui nadie es inmortal
Una carretilla, una bala, un saco de cal
Y te enterramos, Uh! desaparecio'
Que clase de bochinche loco que clase de lio
Dos semanas lleva perdio', torturao' y to' jodio'
Ahora esta arrepentio', te pregunto ¿Tienes frio?

Y te enterramos Uh! terramos Uh!
Torturao' y to' jodio', torturao' y to' jodio'
Torturao' y torturao' y torturao' y torturao'
Y Torturao' y to' jodio' Tra tra tra Te arropan las llamas, se te achicharra la piel
El potencial de mi deliver cuesta cien burros de miel
Es que mi flow te mata, estas corto de plata
Tengo arboles de dinero y fue sembrando la tecata
Aqui esta el fruto, dale ponte bruto
Una corta full y a corta distancia lo ejecuto
Son cinco cargadores con balas con cojones
Pura rebeldia, los instintos son matadores
No han visto color corriente, candela viva
En definitiva el escenario siempre vibra
Llamate a Chinito y dile que mande dos libras
De la mas cabrona, vete y buscala alla arriba
Tengan cuidao' con los monos que andan sueltos en la avenida
Ocho años de fracasos por la calle es adictiva
Un maquinon cabron, un fire light parece la cherry del blunt
Maryjuana y ron, maquinando por el blunt
La hierba es exotic, el flow es de Gotti
La corta es para matarte y la correa en su aroqui
Se te acabo el chance, jodedor con clase
Mi trabajo esta cabron, te garantizo el primer base
Buscate la luca, llevatela vez que quieras
La quieres pa' cocinar, si es pa' hueler cojelo en piedra
La hierba es exotic, el flow es de Gotti
La corta es para matarte y la correa en su aroqui
Cash cash cash jajaja
Blin blin, blin blin, blin blin

Y te enterramos Uh! terramos Uh!
Torturao' y to' jodio', torturao' y to' jodio'
Torturao' y torturao' y torturao' y torturao'
Y Torturao' y to' jodio' Tra tra tra Oye mera Yampi, Full records en la cas
¿Me entiendes? Doble W, jajaja
Uuuuuh! uno dos tres, uno dos, uno dos
One two!, one two!
Mera Yampi jajajaja

Real Mafia

Yo Yampi!
Let's show them who the
Fuckin' Real-G for life are
Full Records in the house, you know what I'm sayin'?
W, hahaha Uh! Let them chill on the sidelines
One two three, one two, one two motherfucka'
One two, one two, one two
Here we go haha It goes like this, Listen up!

Wake up your ears, the sound's gonna violate you
They roar like lions and your ass is gonna get split
Eh Yo! Product of rap and the black race
Of those who cause trouble on the corners and distribute crack
Don't step on my territory, it's flooded with _______
Be careful what you say or I'll shove it up your nose
You wanna front on me but you're lacking, rookie
If you shit outside the plate, I'll go and kill you myself
Yo! Feel the mistreatment with lead that I scatter
And we'll bone your health so that no portraits exist
Hold your tongue, asshole, and take it easy
If we hit your nuts, your palm tree's gonna fall
The alarm is sounding, ghost singer
Your bullets save you, yeah yeah yeah that's your soul
Transport him through the portal, nobody's immortal here
A wheelbarrow, a bullet, a sack of lime
And we bury you, Uh! he disappeared
What kind of crazy mess, what kind of trouble
He's been missing for two weeks, tortured and all fucked up
Now he's sorry, I ask you, Are you cold?

And we bury you Uh! bury you Uh!
Tortured and all fucked up, tortured and all fucked up
Tortured and tortured and tortured and tortured
And Tortured and all fucked up Tra tra tra The flames engulf you, your skin gets scorched
The potential of my delivery costs a hundred donkeys of honey
My flow kills you, you're short on cash
I have money trees and it was by planting the tecata
Here's the fruit, come on get rough
A full clip and I execute him at close range
There are five magazines with balls with balls
Pure rebellion, the instincts are killers
They haven't seen current color, live candle
Ultimately the stage always vibrates
Call Chinito and tell him to send two pounds
Of the most badass, go and get it up there
Be careful with the monkeys that are loose on the avenue
Eight years of failures, the street is addictive
A badass machine, a fire light, it looks like the cherry of the blunt
Marijuana and rum, plotting through the blunt
The herb is exotic, the flow is Gotti's
The shorty is to kill you and the leash on its aroqui
You're out of chances, classy joker
My work is badass, I guarantee you first base
Get the dough, take it whenever you want
You want it for cooking, if it's for smelling, take it in stone
The herb is exotic, the flow is Gotti's
The shorty is to kill you and the leash on its aroqui
Cash cash cash hahaha
Blin blin, blin blin, blin blin

And we bury you Uh! bury you Uh!
Tortured and all fucked up, tortured and all fucked up
Tortured and tortured and tortured and tortured
And Tortured and all fucked up Tra tra tra Yo Yampi, Full records in the house
You know what I'm sayin'? Double W, hahaha
Uuuuuh! one two three, one two, one two
One two!, one two!
Yo Yampi jajajaja