Paroles et traduction Putolargo - No Hay Juego

No Hay Juego

El estilo soy yo! lo queráis ustedes o no
Rapeo desde yo que se ya y aun ruge el motor
Como si fuera el primer día y tengo pa más,
Un vieja escuela que solo se guía por el boom y el clap
Con ganas de avanzar, otros van patrás
Que coño os voy a contar yo que no sepáis ya verdad?
Pero es tan real como la calle,
Como que me crié en los bancos verdes en Pino montano, en los mares
De allí sale este cabrón, que jugaba y la lesión
Le aparto del basket, me jodió bastante.
Perdió toa la ilusión hasta que conoció otra manera de clavarlas,
Bueno ahora mas que antes.
Y perdí el contacto con el mundo, me volví iracundo,
Sin un folio lo tenia chungo
La necesidad manda, formamos una banda
Y a día de hoy dos discos fuera y yo a por el 2º solo.
Son muchos años ya, no controlo? no mongolo?
Pongo el modo rap y me los como!
Y no sabes cómo? pero se os va de las manos primo
Yo cambio de plano, de palo y uff! suena pepino!
Porque saco jugo al ritmo que me pongan,
Cojo el micro y caen bombas, luego alfombras rojas.
Me nombran y todas esas miradas me deslumbran
Esa mierda de la fama a mi me sobra
En mi vida y me intimida y jamás quiero que me pidas que lo acepte,
Aunque sepa que tengo el don de gentes
Pero soy un tipo corriente y voy contra ella.
Un porro, un litro observando las estrellas.
Y sigo haciendo equilibrios en la vida y no creo que me caiga,
No chillo paso! aunque no me oigan.
Yo voy a mi rollo, a intentar sobrevivir en esta jungla
De haters frustrados que solo odian,
Y no construyen, solo huyen de sus propios fallos
Se prostituyen, contribuyen a que crezca el callo
Yo busco el calor del sol en este frío valle helado
Y a vosotros que os parta un rayo!!
Y si no me callo, es porque no me sale de la polla,
Y si me rayo, no voy corriendo a comerte la olla.
Pues pasa de mí, como yo paso de vuestra cara
Pasa de mí! y aun así me apuntan, me disparan.
Pero no hay huevos, no hay fuego que pueda quemarme
No hay juego, NO HAY JUEGO! en el que puedas ganarme
Pero se que luego, ciegos de coraje, intentareis joderme
Y me partiré la polla aquí fumando un verde
Porque me resbala cada palabra, cada desplante,
Son hierba seca crujiendo bajo mi tanque
Pon atención! me escuchan en bloques y parques
El Largo te invita, siempre comparte
Porque se que es tu droga favorita y claro, te incito a hacerlo
Yo abuso y me pongo cerdo
Me acuerdo cuando empecé, éramos unos putos enfermos,
Como ahora! llenando el puto cuaderno de todas
Las cosas que pasan por esta cabeza
Exploto si no suelto mierda y pesa
Como unos cuernos consentíos de tu princesa
El monstruo sale escondío de entre la maleza,
Con el doble de fuerza, con su boca de presa,
El Aroca regresa, te coje por sorpresa
Fuera inútil! vete coño! que sobras en mi mesa
Call of duty no! el Pro! y litros de cervezas.
Piensa que lo importante es disfrutarlo
Y si lo empiezas ya no puedes pararlo
Ya lo se joder. yo? ya no puedo controlarlo,
Por eso me rapeo este puto trozo tan largo
Esto es Hip Hop para mi gente!
Esto es Hip Hop para tu gente!
Esta es mi vida, una pelea constante
Y quiero enseñarte como a mi me hace fuerte
Esto es Hip Hop para mi gente!
Esto es Hip Hop para tu gente!
Esta es mi vida, una pelea constante.
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There Is No Game

The style is me, whether you like it or not, babe.
I've been rapping for who knows how long, and the engine still roars.
Like it was the first day, and I have more to give.
Old school that is only guided by the boom and the clap.
Wanting to move forward, others go backwards.
What the fuck am I going to tell you that you don't already know?
But it's as real as the street,
Like I grew up on the green benches in Pino Montano, in the seas.
This bastard comes from there, who played and the injury
Removed him from basketball, it fucked him up a lot.
He lost all hope until he met another way to nail them.
Well, now more than before.
And I lost contact with the world, I became angry,
Without a sheet of paper, I had it rough.
Necessity rules, we formed a band.
And today, two albums are out, and I'm going for the 2nd solo.
It's been many years now, I don't control? Not a moron?
I put on rap mode, and I eat them up!
And you don't know how? But it slips through your hands, cousin.
I change the plane, the stick, and uff! Sounds like a cucumber!
Because I get juice to the rhythm they put me on,
I take the microphone and bombs fall, then red carpets.
They name me, and all those looks dazzle me.
That fame shit is too much for me.
In my life, and it intimidates me, and I never want you to ask me to accept it.
Even though I know I have the gift of people,
But I'm an ordinary guy, and I'm going against it.
A joint, a liter, watching the stars.
And I keep balancing in life, and I don't think I'm going to fall.
I don't yell step! Even if they don't hear me.
I go to my roll, to try to survive in this jungle
Of frustrated haters who only hate,
And they don't build, they just run from their own mistakes.
They prostitute themselves, they contribute to the callus growing.
I look for the warmth of the sun in this cold, frozen valley.
And you guys get struck by lightning!!
And if I don't shut up, it's because I can't help it,
And if I shoot, I'm not running to eat your pot.
So get over me, like I get over your face.
Get over me! And they still point at me, they shoot me.
But there are no eggs, there is no fire that can burn me.
There is no game, THERE IS NO GAME! in which you can beat me.
But I know that later, blind with rage, you will try to fuck me.
And I'll split my dick here smoking a green.
Because every word, every snub slips me off,
They are dry grass crunching under my tank.
Pay attention! They hear me in blocks and parks.
Largo invites you, always share.
Because I know it's your favorite drug, and of course, I encourage you to do it.
I abuse and get pig.
I remember when we started, we were fucking sick,
Like now! Filling the fucking notebook with all
The things that go through this head.
I explode if I don't drop shit and it weighs.
Like some consensual horns of your princess.
The monster comes out hidden from the undergrowth,
With twice the force, with its mouth of prey,
Aroca returns, catches you by surprise.
Useless! Get the fuck out! You're too much on my table.
Call of duty no! The Pro! and liters of beers.
Think that the important thing is to enjoy it,
And if you start it, you can't stop it.
I know, fuck. Me? I can't control it anymore,
That's why I'm rapping this fucking long piece.
This is Hip Hop for my people!
This is Hip Hop for your people!
This is my life, a constant fight.
And I want to show you how it makes me strong.
This is Hip Hop for my people!
This is Hip Hop for your people!
This is my life, a constant fight.
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