Paroles et traduction Simpson Ahuevo - A la Sorda

A la Sorda

Festejo desde lejos a los vinyl hip hop
Con esta bateria que el Buki hizó-o.
Con la "In Tha Hood" genios como Jay-Z
Decorate, deseo romperte la nuca
No siento ya la lengua, siento una fusca
Prepara que dispara rimas que instulan
Suelta ese microfono que no te disfruta
Me dice que tienes manos de una puta
Ocupa de mis manos que lo aprieten enserio
Le escupan y le griten un real magisterio
Con flores te visto al cementerio
Música de fondo y fumando solo
Simón no te doy porque estoy bien sordo
En la caja de Beta, Biggie versus Tupac
Dando la vuelta por ahí, es la vagancia full high
Mi flow, fragancia bien nice
Meto los dedos al flan
Simón, adoro la W de Wu-Tang Clan

Se me antojo quedarme flojo, no me molestes
Por debajo de las nubes, color celeste
Es que simplemente represento a mi noroeste
Nadie jode con la "A" y menos con este
Ya ando caliente, chico, dame ese micro alambrico
Que con el cable voy a estrangularte con arte bien sadico
Es lo que quiere ver el público, satánico.
Erupción de sangre, que no es de hambre como Dracula
Tomar la foto con mi lente angular
Es un recuerdo que te tengo que enseñar en un momento familiar
Con mis secuaces que son audaces
Sin necesidad de camuflaje
Sin esconderse en la selva, somos monos salvajes
Checa lo que les traje, me estoy viniendo encima
Me vale verga lo que manche
Raperitos de huarache, no hay chance
No disfrutas lo que haces, no hay avances, seguimos dando clases

Deaf

I celebrate vinyl hip hop from afar
With this drumkit that Buki made.
With "In Tha Hood" geniuses like Jay-Z
Decorate, I want to break your neck
My tongue is numb, I feel like a gun
Get ready to fire rhymes that instill
Drop that microphone that doesn't make you happy
He tells me you have the hands of a whore
He needs my hands to squeeze it for real
Spit on him and shout at him with real authority
I'll dress you for the cemetery with flowers
Background music and smoking alone
Simon, I'm not giving you any because I'm deaf
In Beta's box, Biggie versus Tupac
Going around, being totally lazy
My flow, a really nice fragrance
I put my fingers in the custard
Simon, I adore the W of Wu-Tang Clan

I feel like being lazy, don't bother me
Underneath the clouds, sky blue
It's that I simply represent my northwest
Nobody messes with the "A" and even less with this
I'm hot now, boy, give me that wired mic
Because with the cable I'm going to strangle you with sadistic art
That's what the satanic audience wants to see.
An eruption of blood, not from hunger like Dracula
Taking the picture with my wide-angle lens
It's a memory that I have to show you in a family moment
With my henchmen who are daring
No need for camouflage
Not hiding in the jungle, we're wild monkeys
Check out what I brought you, I'm coming all over
I don't care what I stain
Huarache rappers, no chance
You don't enjoy what you do, no progress, we're still teaching