Paroles et traduction Saul El Jaguar Alarcón - Negocio Pesado

Negocio Pesado

Cherokee blindada
Pistola fajada abajo de su cinto
Le brilla un santito en la cachas.

Se tapa la cara con pasamontañas
Táctico el chaleco de negro
Lleno el portabalas.

De robo
Dobles pierneras izquierda y derecha
Por donde le busquen al hombre
Le encuentran armas.

Su vida es trabajo
Negocia pesado
Levanta, tortura, ejecuta
Va y cobra el encargo.

No tiene conciencia
Vive de violencia
Tal y cual su jefe
Le ordena le ajusta el plomazo.

Mirada computarizada
Parece que tiene
Por ser tan preciso
De franco lo han contratado.

Expuesto al peligro
No va a retirarse
Dice que aquí sigue
Y que se muere gatillos jalando.

Con nada se asusta
Los riesgos le gustan
Cuando andan peleando
No queman casquillos en vano.

Siempre hay aciertos al blanco
Bastante colmillo
A quien le conviene
De este mundo lo a esfumado.

ÁNDELE PUES VIEJO... Y AJUSTE EL PLOMAZO PARIENTE.

Blindada su casa
Puertas y ventanas
Portones, paredes
Y sus carros particulares.

No hay miedo a las balas
Solo me prevengo
De los traicioneros
Que se acerquen para atacarme.

No saben donde se enredan
Lo que les espera
Si alguien de mi gente
Por error llegan a tocarme.

Nunca tuve escuela
No tenia dinero
Solo le alcanzaba a mi padres
Para comer a diario.

Mi ropita vieja
Y la de mis hermanos
Aveces guarache cruzado
Y aveces de descalzo.

Da tristeza recordarlo
Porque con trabajo
Salimos al frente
Cayéndonos y levantándonos.

Siempre anda implicado
Pendiente en el radio
Por si acaso el jefe le ordena
Que haga algún trabajo.

Radia ubicaciones
Hasta por rincones
Manda a los punteros de frente
Indagan de inmediato.

El compa ya se despide
Y en estos momentos
Anda levantando traidores
Por ahí rafagueandolos.

Dirty Business

Cherokee armored
Pistol belted under his belt
A little saint shines on the handles.

He covers his face with a ski mask
Tactical vest in black
Magazine is full.

Robbing
Double holsters left and right
Wherever they look for the man
They find weapons.

His life is work
He deals heavy
He picks up, tortures, kills
He goes and collects the charge.

He has no conscience
He lives on violence
Just like his boss
He orders adjust burst.

Computerized gaze
He seems to have
For being so precise
He was hired as a sniper.

Exposed to danger
He will not retire
He says that he is still here
And that he dies pulling triggers.

He is not afraid of anything
He likes risks
When they are fighting
They don't burn shells in vain.

There are always hits on target
Quite a lot of experience
Whoever suits him
Of this world he evaporated.

GO AHEAD BUDDY... AND ADJUST YOUR BURST, RELATIVE.

His house is armored
Doors and windows
Gates, walls
And his private cars.

No fear of bullets
I just protect myself
From the treacherous
Who come close to attack me.

They don't know where they are getting into
What awaits them
If someone of my people
By mistake they come to touch me.

I never had school
I didn't have money
My parents only had enough
To eat daily.

My old clothes
And my brothers
Sometimes crossed guarache
And sometimes barefoot.

It's sad to remember
Because with work
We came out in front
Falling and getting up.

He is always involved
Listening to the radio
Just in case the boss orders him
To do some work.

He radios locations
Even in corners
He sends the pointers ahead
They investigate immediately.

The homie says goodbye
And right now
He's picking up traitors
Raking them there.