Paroles et traduction TREN LOKOTE - El Inicio de la Guerra

El Inicio de la Guerra

Wacha...
Estas son cosas del barrio.
La vida es una sola y pronto se termina,
No son historias, son relatos de la esquina.
Donde la muerte viene y hace de las suyas, y se va dejando el barrio lleno de sangre y patrullas.
Aquella vez salí de mi...
Para el terreno, donde mi raza a diario quema buen veneno.
Aquella vez había cerveza y mucha "yeska", no nos percatamos que la muerte andaba cerca.
Los enemigos se acoplaron, no llegaron solos; desde la esquina nos gritaron un tiro de a cholos.
Si quieren trompos, tengan trompos y empezó la acción, pero uno de ellos dijo "fuck" y te apunto el fogón.
Mi homie dijo; "
Usted sin cuete no le topa" y a quema ropa le dio en la cara a mi compa.
Ellos corrieron, mire a mi amigo tirado; preparen cuetes que tumbaron a un soldado.
El barrio de luto, se aloco la raza, bien encabronados y con hambre de venganza, enemigos "levas", "fuck" bajo la tierra, armence porque este es el inicio de la guerra.
El barrio de luto, se aloco la raza, bien encabronados y con hambre de venganza, enemigos "levas", "fuck" bajo la tierra, armence porque este es el inicio de la guerra.
Mi compa muerto, su "jefita" esta llorando, y estos cabrones ya la tienen que ir pagando.
Ahora si que se los va a cargar la chingada, bien alterados nadie pasa por la cuadra.
Y nos metimos a su barrio bien armados, no había ninguno andaban todos asustados.
Para elevarme di un jalón de cocaina, baje del auto y les puse un trece en su esquina.
Salio un pendejo de esos weyes, que nos vio y corrió, pero el malandro con el carro en breve lo alcanzó.
Ya con el carro enfrente el enemigo se paro, y el loco "mate" apunto al coco y disparo.
Ya mis lokotes este ya no se paro, pisale, y que queme la patrulla se escucho.
Cayó el cabrón forjando el "blound" de marihuana, corta cartucho que van a venir mañana.
El barrio de luto, se aloco la raza, bien encabronados y con hambre de venganza, enemigos "levas", "fuck" bajo la tierra, armence porque este es el inicio de la guerra.
El barrio de luto, se aloco la raza, bien encabronados y con hambre de venganza, enemigos "levas", "fuck" bajo la tierra, armence porque este es el inicio de la guerra.

The Start of the War

Watch out...
These are things from the hood.
Life is just one and it ends soon,
These aren't stories, they're tales from the corner.
Where death comes and does its thing, leaving the neighborhood full of blood and patrol cars.
That time I left my...
For the turf, where my people burn good poison every day.
That time there was beer and lots of "yeska", we didn't notice that death was near.
The enemies grouped up, they didn't come alone; from the corner they yelled "a shot for the homies".
If you want trouble, you got it, and the action started, but one of them said "fuck" and aimed the burner at you.
My homie said; "
You ain't shit without a gun" and point-blank he shot my buddy in the face.
They ran, I looked at my friend lying there; prepare the guns, they took down a soldier.
The neighborhood in mourning, the people went crazy, pissed off and hungry for revenge, enemies "down", "fucked" under the ground, arm yourselves because this is the start of the war.
The neighborhood in mourning, the people went crazy, pissed off and hungry for revenge, enemies "down", "fucked" under the ground, arm yourselves because this is the start of the war.
My buddy's dead, his "mom" is crying, and these bastards have to pay for it.
Now they're gonna get fucked up, everyone's on edge, nobody passes through the block.
And we went into their neighborhood armed to the teeth, there was no one there, they were all scared.
To get high I took a hit of cocaine, got out of the car and put a thirteen on their corner.
One of those fools came out, saw us and ran, but the gangster caught up to him quickly with the car.
With the car in front, the enemy stopped, and the crazy "killer" aimed at his head and fired.
Yo my homies, this one ain't getting up, step on it, and let the patrol car burn, we heard.
The bastard fell, forging the "blunt" of marijuana, load the cartridges, they're coming tomorrow.
The neighborhood in mourning, the people went crazy, pissed off and hungry for revenge, enemies "down", "fucked" under the ground, arm yourselves because this is the start of the war.
The neighborhood in mourning, the people went crazy, pissed off and hungry for revenge, enemies "down", "fucked" under the ground, arm yourselves because this is the start of the war.