Paroles et traduction Reynold - Punkon (feat. Sh4med)

Punkon (feat. Sh4med)

¡fekaaaaaa! ¿me oyes bien feka?

Hablas mal a mis espaldas mejor dímelo a la cara
Muchos huevos por las redes te topaba y te achicabas
Te dices independiente de eso tu no tienes nada
Industry plant te queda chico y ni así una rola pegabas
Tienes como tres canciones ninguna me dice nada
Ni una alma se la sabe porque no le pones alma
Dices que no soy normal, ahuevo ustedes son básicos
Todo su grupito suena igual, ay que trágico

Los tienen amarrados porque son sus marionetas
Hay cincuenta como tú, como yo nadie se acerca
Piénsatelo muchas veces antes de tirarme feka
Aunque ni tirarme puedes, ni siquiera haces tus letras
Soy su peor pesadilla, en la noche no duermen
Pensando que me copian pa' ver que anuncian el viernes
Lo que yo hago con 0, no lo hacen ni con miles
Nunca pueden solos loco parecen desfile

Lo tienes o no lo tienes ve el espejo date cuenta ya
Tienes como 30 y no te sale el punk tampoco el trap
Tus fans no son tontos, se cansaron de esperar
¿Cómo te pueden hacer todo y aún así sonar tan mal?
YEAH

Feka

Punkon (feat. Sh4med)

Fake ass! Can you hear me clearly, fake ass?

You talk shit behind my back, better say it to my face.
Big balls online, but you shrink when you see me.
You call yourself independent, but you ain't got nothing of your own.
Industry plant doesn't even begin to describe you, and you still can't drop a hit song.
You've got like three songs, and none of them do anything for me.
Not a single soul knows them 'cause you put no soul in them.
You say I'm not normal, hell yeah, you guys are basic.
Your whole crew sounds the same, oh how tragic.

They've got you on strings, you're their puppets.
There's fifty like you, none come close to me.
Think twice before you come at me, fake ass.
You can't even diss me properly, you don't even write your own lyrics.
I'm your worst nightmare, you can't sleep at night.
Thinking about copying me to see what I announce on Friday.
What I do with zero, you can't do with thousands.
You can never do it alone, crazy, you look like a parade.

You either got it or you don't, look in the mirror, realize it already.
You're like 30 and you can't do punk, you can't do trap either.
Your fans aren't stupid, they're tired of waiting.
How can they do everything for you and you still sound so bad?
YEAH

Fake ass