Paroles et traduction Simpson Ahuevo - La Escalera

La Escalera

¿Como se les ocurre niños?, ustedes aburren
Miren ese, micrófono, cambien de actitudes
Procura que dure la, temperatura la,
Manera con que lo hagas sin perder la compostura
Me han dicho que a mi hip-hop, le han visto gordura
Acaso será por que los produsas, tortas comen muchas
Dos veces al día me meto a la ducha,
Pa' quitarme malas vibras y seguir en la lucha
Parece que la escalera, se me cayó
Por que solo pienso en drogas, sexo y mucho hip-hop
¿Que tal?
Así de normal, viajo en la instrumental
Genial, real, letal, que te puede quemar
Cuida tu nuca, que te la puedes quebrar (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Cuida tu nuca, que te la puedes quebrar (hey, hey, hey, hey)
El de la A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Dice lo que quiere, no le digan que hacer
El de la A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Sin tema, no hay nada, solo hay placer
Puta madre, parece que me tiré un pedo, huele a cerdo
Levanta tu la mano y saluda al Simpson
Con el dedo de en medio, rap de ebrios
Dedicado a los que la juegan de serio, les escupo en estéreo
Vomito más seguido, en el ruido, sin ser interrumpido
Hago lo que quiero, digo lo que digo, escribo lo que vivo
Con, con, con, con ataque furtivo
Sigo con el pelo largo como el de los Beatles
Me piden a gritos que me de estilo
Pero si me rapo me parezco al Steveo
Nadie está contento, solo este perro encima, de esta perra pista
Cogiendo, este cuarto está ardiendo
Vamonos riendo, que te lo pienso
Menso, deja eso
(Ah, DJ chapulín es el autor de este pinchi beat)
El de la A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Dice lo que quiere, no le digan que hacer
El de la A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Sin tema, no hay nada, solo hay placer
El de la A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Dice lo que quiere, no le digan que hacer
El de la A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Sin tema, no hay nada, solo hay placer

The Staircase

How could you children?, you're boring
Look at that, microphone, change your attitudes
Make sure it lasts, the temperature the,
Way you do it without losing your composure
They have told me that my hip-hop has gained weight
Could it be because the ones who make it eat a lot of tortas
I shower twice a day,
To get rid of the bad vibes and keep fighting
The staircase seems to have fallen on me,
Because all I think about is drugs, sex, and a lot of hip-hop
How about that?
I travel this way in the instrumental, normally
Brilliant, real, lethal, it can burn you
Watch your neck, you can break it (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Watch your neck, you can break it (hey, hey, hey, hey)
The one with the A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Says what he wants, don't tell him what to do
The one with the A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Without a subject, there is nothing, just pleasure
Holy crap, I think I just farted, it smells like a pig
Raise your hand and greet Simpson
With your middle finger, drunk rap
Dedicated to those who play it serious, I spit on them in stereo
I vomit more often, in the noise, without being interrupted
I do what I want, I say what I want, I write what I live
With a, with a, with a, with a stealth attack
I still have long hair like the Beatles
They ask me to change my style
But if I shave my head, I'll look like Steveo
Nobody's happy, only this dog on top of this b***h track
F**king, this room is burning
Let's go laughing, I'm thinking about it
Fool, leave that alone
(Ah, DJ Chapulin is the author of this pinchi beat)
The one with the A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Says what he wants, don't tell him what to do
The one with the A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Without a subject, there is nothing, just pleasure
The one with the A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Says what he wants, don't tell him what to do
The one with the A - A - A - A - A - A - A - A
Without a subject, there is nothing, just pleasure