Paroles et traduction Santa Grifa - Esto Es la Calle

Esto Es la Calle

Esto es la calle
El barrio bajo
Que vas a contarme carajo
Preferible que le cante
A que ande de maliante
Esto es la calle
El barrio bajo
Que vas a contarme carajo
Preferible que le cante
A que ande de maliante
Nacimos pobres
Tenemos que chingarle
Unos sacando cobre
Otros de traficantes
Entendido sobre
Asi vamos a darle
Unos robe y robe
Yo prefiero cantarles
Tengo mi moto y vengo con todo
Ahuevo que se como hacer que suene esto
Igual que suene el plomo
Ando peleando el trono
Que importa cuantos monos sean
Bienvenidos solo traigo una clika que me rodea
Que no dejo abajo menos los dejo morir
Aca hay un chingo de trabajo
Busca como sobrevivir o que
Prefiere andar levantando botes o que
Prefiere que lo avanyen sin pasaporte
Terminar de sicario
Valio pa chingar su madre el sueño americano
De este lado mexicano hay chingo de tranzas
La gente vive con la creencia
Que si no lo hace no avanza
Oiga paisano tenga cuidado
Que por aca la lacra le poncha las manos
Esta pesado y no es por kilo
Yo solo canto vato tranquilo
Esto es la calle
El barrio bajo
Que vas a contarme carajo
Preferible que le cante
A que ande de maliante
Esto es la calle
El barrio bajo
Que vas a contarme carajo
Preferible que le cante
A que ande de maliante
Mexicanote catalogado como perro bravo
Aqui puro loquito que anda taloneando el baro
Conozco dos, tres mocos que le juegan al malandro
Luego la cagan y los andan tableando
Pero bueno aqui sigo prendiendo de ahuevo
Ya agarrando vuelo aqui desde los ya no piensan llegar a viejos
Lo sabe mi mente
Lo sabe la gente
Todos quieren pegarle al presidente
Una comitiva ya nos cayo de repente
Los pinches panochones van colgado del puente
No le robes al ladron que te maldice
Cuidado con lo que hablas porque las paredes dicen
Dedicate al trabajo y si es malo haz que se mire bien
Tu eres el responsable creo que lo sabes tambien
Andes mal o andes bien saca el encendedor
Recuerda que no son los tenis es el pinche jugador
Esto es la calle
El barrio bajo
Que vas a contarme carajo
Preferible que le cante
A que ande de maliante
Esto es la calle
El barrio bajo
Que vas a contarme carajo
Preferible que le cante
A que ande de maliante
Sigo zumbando en el barrio
Del infona ya sabe bien cachonda
Como esta toda la zona
Balacera
Robos y
Secuestros
No importa la hora sin empleo la mano plera
Se convierte en la que roba
Unos por maña y otros pa llevar comida a la boca
El desempleo mas las deuda todo esto provoca
Que familias crucen las fronteras en trocas
Otras enganchan al negocio de la coca
Cada quien sobrevive en esta vida loca
Donde errores salen caros si te equivocas
Terminas en la pinta o te vuelan chompa
Mejor de macuarro y cantando con mis compas
Por estos rumbos existe el hambre
Pero no te dan comida
Existe el hambre de tu padre
El hambre desde el mas arriba
Cada dia nos levantamos si andamos sobre el queso
Mandamos sobre la idea todos ya saben de eso
Cada quien a su manera
Claro que se le respeta
Con ganja en la casa y algo de comida en mesa
La familia ni la piensa hay que darle bien masizo
Si entiendes el mensaje sabes que eres de los mismos
El que persevera alcanza y eso es lo que ando haciendo
No necesito de robos con mis rolas estoy comiendo
Yo prefiero ser rapero
Y ganarme mi dinero
Que ser un pinche ratero
Que se ensucia en el mugrero
Nacimos pobres
Tenemos que chingarle
Unos sacando cobre
Otros de traficantes
Entendidos sobre
Asi vamos a darle
Unos robe y robe
Yo prefiero cantarles
Esto es la calle
El barrio bajo
Que vas a contarme carajo
Preferible que le cante
A que ande de maliante
Esto es la calle
El barrio bajo
Que vas a contarme carajo
Preferible que le cante
A que ande de maliante

This Is the Street

This is the street
The ghetto
What are you going to tell me, damn it?
I'd rather sing to you
Than be a thug
This is the street
The ghetto
What are you going to tell me, damn it?
I'd rather sing to you
Than be a thug
We were born poor
We have to hustle
Some taking copper
Others dealing drugs
Understood about it
That's how we're going to do it
Some stealing and stealing
I prefer to sing to you
I have my motorcycle and I'm coming with everything
Hell yeah I know how to make this sound good
Just like the lead sounds
I'm fighting for the throne
It doesn't matter how many monkeys there are
Welcome I only bring a clique that surrounds me
That I don't let down, let alone let them die
There's a hell of a lot of work here
Find a way to survive or what
Prefer to go around raising boats or what
Prefer to be overtaken without a passport
End up as a hitman
It was worth it to screw up the American dream
On this Mexican side there's a lot of scams
People live with the belief
That if they don't do it, they don't get ahead
Hey paisano be careful
That around here the scum will puncture your hands
It's heavy and it's not by the kilo
I just sing dude, stay calm
This is the street
The ghetto
What are you going to tell me, damn it?
I'd rather sing to you
Than be a thug
This is the street
The ghetto
What are you going to tell me, damn it?
I'd rather sing to you
Than be a thug
Mexican dude cataloged as a mad dog
Here pure crazy that walks around following the money
I know two, three brats that play the thug
Then they screw up and they are being tableted
But hey here I am still lighting up
Already taking flight here since they no longer think of reaching old age
My mind knows it
People know it
Everyone wants to hit the president
A committee suddenly fell on us
The damn panochones are hanging from the bridge
Don't steal from the thief who curses you
Be careful what you say because the walls talk
Dedicate yourself to work and if it's bad make it look good
You are responsible I think you know that too
Whether you're doing bad or good, take out the lighter
Remember it's not the shoes it's the damn player
This is the street
The ghetto
What are you going to tell me, damn it?
I'd rather sing to you
Than be a thug
This is the street
The ghetto
What are you going to tell me, damn it?
I'd rather sing to you
Than be a thug
I'm still buzzing in the hood
From the infonavit you know well, horny
How is the whole area
Shootings
Robberies and
Kidnappings
It doesn't matter the time without a job the hand is empty
Becomes the one who steals
Some out of spite and others to bring food to their mouths
Unemployment plus debt all this causes
That families cross borders in trucks
Others get hooked on the coke business
Everyone survives in this crazy life
Where mistakes are expensive if you make a mistake
You end up in the clink or they blow your head off
Better off smoking weed and singing with my buddies
Hunger exists in these parts
But they don't give you food
There is the hunger of your father
Hunger from the top
Every day we get up if we're on the cheese
We send on the idea everyone already knows that
Each in their own way
Of course it is respected
With ganja in the house and some food on the table
The family doesn't even think about it, you have to give it a good solid
If you understand the message you know you're one of them
He who perseveres achieves and that's what I'm doing
I don't need robberies with my songs I'm eating
I'd rather be a rapper
And earn my money
Than be a damn thief
Who gets dirty in the mess
We were born poor
We have to hustle
Some taking copper
Others dealing drugs
Understood about it
That's how we're going to do it
Some stealing and stealing
I prefer to sing to you
This is the street
The ghetto
What are you going to tell me, damn it?
I'd rather sing to you
Than be a thug
This is the street
The ghetto
What are you going to tell me, damn it?
I'd rather sing to you
Than be a thug