Paroles et traduction SFDK - Desafio total

Desafio total

Desafio total, el diablo de alma buena
Un hermano del mal, carecemos de melenas
Mas chulo, mas chulo, mas chulo, mas chulo Mi tren va direccin Sevilla-Mlaga
Tu pilla un micro y cgala
La pea va a acabar to empalaga
Quieres amor pues busca una mujer y pagala
Luego alagala, y acabaras mojando el calamar
O cambiando la sabana, aunque no sabe a na
Microphone phenomena, sigue sin su nomina
Por que a maana pille la gama montana
Y con un verde marihuana escribi, "Life in Chana"
I love mama! Depresion por la fama
Si un dia la sufro hare un disco desde la cama
No more drama sera su titulo
Acabara colgado de una rama mi peor discipulo
Son letras de un capitulo de mi tercer fasciculo
Yo gesticulo con la cara y no con el culo
Ridiculo, mc's en busca de fama
Acaban muertos en la cama con presion en los testiculos
Gloria, sangre, lagrimas, hambre, micros, calambres
Atentos rafael fernandez un maquina!
No negaras que lo que parte mas
Es la forma que tengo de demostrar
Como puedo articular mi mandibula,
Y a la vez configurar las silabas
Y asi crear un buen rap que entretenga el personal, aqu veras,
Lo que importa mas es gana a tu costa y no participar
Y anticipar es emancipar, es un dispar juntar a este par, hijo de hace pop!
Es hora de pagar el dao que nos causa
No es yo gano con tamara ni recibir premios en revistas asi que tu veras
Es dar una patada a vuestros playback's
Alzad esas manos quienes no se contengan mas
Que no den tanta publicidad a mc's que venden solo mil ciento y pico copias
Porque despues en la calle esta la verdad y el boca a boca, lo pillas?
Meteros por el culo las ganas de sacar LP's de rap feliz de mierda
Los que van conmigo no compran eso cuando van a las tiendas
No el coo la bernarda no, improvisar bien se me da,
Es similar, singular, asesinar, casi n!
Levanta el sof, mi lengua una amantis,
Pensabas que ir a la tele era gratis
O que no te pasarian factura el videoclip,
Mi clip, hace clic clic.
Traigo ... pa otra fashion victim
Desafio total, el diablo de alma buena
Un hermano del mal, carecemos de melenas
Mas chulo, mas chulo, mas chulo, mas chulo Quieras o no los medios influyen,
Tele, radio, prensa y no puedo mas
Lo hago por mi libertad, mi ego trip, mi blanc no es main stream
Quiero acabar de una vez por toas
A pesar de las formas que adoptan las boas!
Mezclarlo en gold coast!
Con solo mirar derrito el cocoa! Disparo boas!
Quien crees que llevo a joaquin sabina a urgencias?
Me llaman luzvel, ven luz verde en su culo al ver como capaz resuelve su blue elbeth
Plasman esto en pvc, Rafa y su crew vuelven
Villanos joden a heroes, eso es,
Asi va el track 9 un track baby
Si mezclas el rap con mierda al menos que funcione sabes?
El caso es que... Vuelve MR Poetry! No solo es por Royalty
Mi Flow te parte, intenta hacerte un nombre a costa de mi Squad y mueres
Pon ojo en tu nuca en cualquier backstage, yo amo la mistakes,
Amo el juego me amo!
Por eso zatu y yo en los fake mc's nos meamos estamos?
Somos chulos si y que?
Dos palabras mias y tu un dos mas que el mismo si quest asi que
Nunca te confies por que me veas palido
Es que prefiero estar escribiendo que tomando el sol, sentao en el parque del barrio
Traigo skills necesarios pa darte alivio
Con el fluir de mis labios y decirte... Me cago en tus muertos, bah!
Podria haber sido testigo de jeova, pero no abri la puerta aquel dia
Y hoy os jode mi rap en mayusculas
Tienes la tipica cara del tipo que odio que ama el envoltorio
De las cosas y tiene encima un verde un capitolio
Y un jardin con rosas... te preocupa el petroleo?
Aqu en sevilla se decir casera blanca no gaseosa
Recuerda que en la calle siempre se piensa en ti
Tu casa pa los cacos suele ser un souvenir
Dejaras de reir, llegara la sangre al rio
Cuando delante de tu crio te pillen los tios esnifando coca en el rocio,
Mal vas tio en que lio andas metio?
Tu mujer desespera!
No creera la historia del condon en la guantera
Tu cartera, huele a billete y a moneda
Y el impacto, sera cuando tus hijos pasen por mi acera
A 120 en tercera recuerdo que antes no habia quien te pitara al volante de tu vitara
Pero que paso? Un tipo te ha cambiado la cara
Rueda pinchada por llevar banderita facha en el capo
Fite como acabo, el diablo de alma buena,
Un par de tipos casi albinos que se mean en la orilla del quema
Solo tengo un problema, en casa nos quejamos
De que el mas tonto del sevilla siempre acaba en gran hermano
Despues de todo, es tan dificil la vida en el lodo,
Que ha estao pensando rafa en que lacoste patrocinara unos polos
Y dile a loby que nos busque unos bolos por ah...
De costa a costa y de polo a polo!
Desafio total, el diablo de alma buena
Un hermano del mal, carecemos de melenas
Mas chulo, mas chulo, mas chulo, mas chulo Gloria, sangre, lagrimas, hambre, micros, calambres
Hijos de puta comprad disco original y no los grabeeeees!!

Total Challenge

Total challenge, the devil with a good soul
A brother of evil, we lack manes
Cooler, cooler, cooler, cooler My train goes direction Seville-Malaga
You grab a mic and rock it
The crowd is gonna end up all sugared up
You want love, then find a woman and pay her
Then flatter her, and you'll end up dipping the squid
Or changing the sheets, even though it doesn't taste like anything
Microphone phenomena, still without his payroll
Because tomorrow I'll catch the mountain range
And with a green marijuana I wrote, "Life in Chana"
I love mama! Depression because of fame
If one day I suffer it, I'll make a record from bed
No more drama will be its title
My worst disciple will end up hanging from a branch
These are lyrics from a chapter of my third fascicle
I gesticulate with my face and not with my ass
Ridiculous, mc's in search of fame
They end up dead in bed with pressure on their testicles
Glory, blood, tears, hunger, mics, cramps
Attention Rafael Fernandez, a machine!
You won't deny that what breaks the most
Is the way I have to demonstrate
How I can articulate my jaw,
And at the same time configure the syllables
And thus create a good rap that entertains the staff, here you will see,
What matters most is winning at your expense and not participating
And to anticipate is to emancipate, it's a shot to bring this pair together, son of a bitch make pop!
It's time to pay for the damage it causes us
It's not me winning with Tamara or receiving awards in magazines, so you'll see
It's giving a kick to your playbacks
Raise your hands those who can't contain themselves anymore
Don't give so much publicity to mc's who sell only a thousand one hundred and something copies
Because then on the street is the truth and word of mouth, you get it?
Stick your asses up the desire to release LPs of happy shit rap
Those who go with me don't buy that when they go to the stores
Not the coo la bernarda no, improvising well I'm good at it,
It's similar, singular, assassinate, almost n!
Lift the sofa, my tongue a mistress,
You thought going on TV was free
Or that they wouldn't bill you for the video clip,
My clip, click click.
I bring ... for another fashion victim
Total challenge, the devil with a good soul
A brother of evil, we lack manes
Cooler, cooler, cooler, cooler Whether you like it or not the media influences,
TV, radio, press and I can't take it anymore
I do it for my freedom, my ego trip, my blanc is not mainstream
I want to finish once and for all
Despite the shapes that boas take!
Mix it up on the Gold Coast!
Just by looking I melt the cocoa! I shoot boas!
Who do you think I took Joaquin Sabina to the emergency room?
They call me Luzvel, they see green light in their ass when they see how capable she solves her blue elbeth
They capture this in PVC, Rafa and his crew return
Villains fuck heroes, that's it,
That's how track 9 goes, a track baby
If you mix rap with shit, at least make it work, you know?
The fact is that... MR Poetry is back! It's not just for Royalty
My flow breaks you, try to make a name for yourself at the expense of my Squad and you die
Keep an eye on your neck in any backstage, I love mistakes,
I love the game I love myself!
That's why Zatu and I piss on fake mc's, are we?
We are cool, yes and what?
Two words from me and you're a two more than the same if that's the case so
Never trust me because you see me pale
It's that I prefer to be writing than sunbathing, sitting in the park in the neighborhood
I bring the necessary skills to give you relief
With the flow of my lips and tell you... I shit on your dead, bah!
I could have been a Jehovah's Witness, but I didn't open the door that day
And today my rap in capital letters fucks you
You have the typical face of the guy I hate who loves wrapping
Of things and has a green capitol on top
And a garden with roses... are you worried about oil?
Here in Seville they say white casera, not soda
Remember that on the street they always think of you
Your house for thieves is usually a souvenir
You will stop laughing, the blood will reach the river
When in front of your kid the guys catch you sniffing coke in the dew,
You're doing badly dude, what kind of trouble are you in?
Your wife despairs!
She won't believe the story of the condom in the glove compartment
Your wallet smells like bills and coins
And the impact will be when your kids pass by my sidewalk
At 120 in third I remember that before there was no one who would honk at you at the wheel of your vitara
But what happened? A guy has changed your face
Flat tire for carrying a fascist flag on the hood
Look how I ended up, the devil with a good soul,
A couple of almost albino guys who piss on the shore of the quema
I only have one problem, at home we complain
That the dumbest guy in Seville always ends up in Big Brother
After all, life in the mud is so difficult,
That Rafa has been thinking about Lacoste sponsoring some polo shirts
And tell Loby to find us some gigs out there...
From coast to coast and from pole to pole!
Total challenge, the devil with a good soul
A brother of evil, we lack manes
Cooler, cooler, cooler, cooler Glory, blood, tears, hunger, mics, cramps
Motherfuckers buy original records and don't record them!!!!