Paroles et traduction T&K - C.R.E.M.A.

C.R.E.M.A.

Estoy respirando crema, what?
Creando temas
Consumiendo droga la que mucho mu te entrega
Keep it real nigga

Veni date una vuelta
Te esperan BPMs y una buena Stella Artois
Fresca, discos de rap
Mierda de la autentica

Si no saben rapear aprendan a escuchar leyendas
Me clavo mi new era
Mi fuckin nikes viejas, no hay sponsor
Me muevo como Steve Buscemi en Nucky Thompson

Musica, cerveza y algun johnson
Los pibes te pintan la cara como el Beto Alonso
Rapeo con la face de Marlon Brando
Camino en este mambo

Writings classics claro
Te metes en barrio hard
Suenan disparos, olor a charro
Color a barro

Demasiado motherfuckin bardos
Tambien hay gente digna como warrios
Write about it hermano
No pueden pararme esta mano
La realidad es cruda y te saluda en todos lados
Son, yo mucho me conformo con escuchar
Nas,flip mode das efx tony touch wu tang
Mucho mu gangstar helta skelta slum village
Todo en relacion al plan

La buena mierda me viene a buscar
You fuck a tu [?]
Aca las percusiones son raperas
Las mismas de un cassete

Chiri chiri bang bang
Chiri chiri bang bang
Chiri bang bang bang
Chiri chiri bang bang
Esta la mierda mas real no se vende

Chiri chiri bang bang
Chiri chiri bang bang
Chiri bang bang bang
Chiri chiri bang bang
Esta es la mierda mas real el rap de siempre

Los pibes siempre fiel a la XL
Fliyng como LeBron James
Duro como un black label
Me bajo buena música y mi Heinenken
Tu peli es una meirda
Se creen que ahi esta Eminem
No es valido como Rakaa sin Evidence
Metete en el ojete todo el Everest

Yo rapeo en la R.E.L.A
Aca me siento excelent
Me saco de encima tu mierda
Como bocha Roger Federer

Nunca van a entender
Lo que es el placer
De renacer esa mierda
Que es digna de volver

Writing classics, back in the days
UZ squad bitch
Escupe a tu face ven
Escupe a tu face ven

C.R.E.M.A.

I'm breathing cream, what?
Creating tracks
Consuming drugs, the kind that gives you a lot, you know?
Keep it real, girl

Come take a ride
BPMs and a good Stella Artois await you
Fresh, rap records
The real shit

If they don't know how to rap, learn to listen to legends
I put on my New Era
My fuckin' old Nikes, no sponsors
I move like Steve Buscemi as Nucky Thompson

Music, beer and some johnson
The guys will paint your face like Beto Alonso
I rap with Marlon Brando's face
I walk in this mambo

Writing classics, of course
You get into a hard neighborhood
Gunshots sound, smell of weed
Color of mud

Too many motherfuckin' bards
There are also decent people like warriors
Write about it, sister
They can't stop this hand of mine
Reality is raw and greets you everywhere
Man, I'm happy just listening to
Nas, flip mode, Das EFX, Tony Touch, Wu-Tang
Mucho Mu, Gang Starr, Heltah Skeltah, Slum Village
All according to the plan

The good shit comes looking for me
You fuck your [?]
Here the percussions are rapper-like
The same as a cassette

Chiri chiri bang bang
Chiri chiri bang bang
Chiri bang bang bang
Chiri chiri bang bang
This is the realest shit, it's not for sale

Chiri chiri bang bang
Chiri chiri bang bang
Chiri bang bang bang
Chiri chiri bang bang
This is the realest shit, the rap of all time

The guys always loyal to XL
Flying like LeBron James
Hard as a Black Label
I download good music and my Heineken
Your movie is shit
They think Eminem is there
It's not valid like Rakaa without Evidence
Stick the whole Everest up your ass

I rap in the R.E.A.L.
Here I feel excellent
I get rid of your shit
Like Roger Federer hits a ball

You'll never understand
What pleasure is
To revive that shit
That is worthy of returning

Writing classics, back in the days
UZ squad, bitch
Spit in your face, come on
Spit in your face, come on