Paroles et traduction TREN LOKOTE - Perra Vida

Perra Vida

Estoy... al borde de la muerte, o es el karma o es la mala suerte.
Que perra vida la que he llevado al parecer, el destino me a alcanzado y me ha jugado demasiado sucio.
Desde un principio, dime de que vato actuó este sacrificio.
Al final terminas metros bajo el piso, pero no hay opción cuando te saca de quicio la pinche situación.
("FUCK")
Te miras al espejo, sudas, escuchas unas voces que retumban, que reclaman, no se callan.
Dicen que ejecute la jugada, que detone esa escuadra, que me traiga todo o nada, todo o nada, todo o nada!
Ahora ve y tomate un par de rebotes y haz lo mismo que todas esas noches.
Que al final neta "life" vendrá por el importe, no le importa si viviste bien o tuviste qué?.
Me encomiendo al diablo, dios en esta no hace paro.

Sin dinero y sin trabajo, ya es de noche y hace frío, mis hijos tienen hambre, el refrigerador vacío.
Desesperado pienso en mil maneras de hacer "feria" ya estoy harto de perrearla y no salir de esta miseria.
Me armo de valor y le doy filo a mi filero, cuénteme lo que me cueste, yo regreso con dinero.
Busco hijos de "papi" pa tumbarles todo el varo, me encomiendo al diablo, dios en esta no hace paro.
Sigue caminando no hagas paro o te acuchillo, dame el cel y todo lo que traes en el bolsillo.
Que ni se te ocurra una mamada andate quieto, puedo ir a pinto, pero tu aquí te quedas muerto.
Le hago revisión hasta que lo dejo con nada, puedo ver la rabia y el pánico en su mirada.
Ya se armo por hoy "Homboy" es mi naturaleza, no salí de la pobreza, pero hay un plato en la mesa.
En ocasiones la cosa se complica y la vida te fornica.
Con o sin clika te bajan el dedo si estas en la lista.
Y a los que la vida jode, él chamaco tiene aspiraciones, pero es pobre mucha la chinga y poco el dinero del sobre.
Que mas le queda mmm... pues que robe, porque el acabar la unam o el poli no le garantiza un futuro al lo "Kobe"
Mas bien serás "godinez", un zombie, taxista o conductor de combi.
Pero la calle me enseño que si te empeñas y a la perra la jalas de las greñas, puede cumplir con lo que sueñas.
Y la vida es una perra porque al obrero ya le bajaron en camión la cartera y aquel que es bueno tiene vacía por completo la nevera, pero yo me siento Lebrón, porque la vida es una duela.
(Mira carnal vas a llegar y vas a someterme a este puto que esta ahí)
(A ese cabrón?)
(Me lo quitas a un lado para yo meterme para adentro con aquel wey)
(Yo agarro, agarro hasta el ultimo peso, cuando ya tenga toda la feria wey)
(Eh! ya vayamos así, te voy a decir fuga, para que tu salgas inmediatamente y le pegues un vergazo lo acalambres, abras la puerta pa cuando llegue ya tenga la ranfla prendida y tengamos fuga por aquí por la villa para salir derecho al estado)
(Ahuevo) (Este!...) (No mas son esos dos cabrones?)
(No mas son ellos, los que están el la tienda y cerciorarnos que no venga nadie y fuga)
(Este!... pues en su puta madre carnal, como ves?) (A una perra voz) (Vamonos "rickyes")
(Sobre de ellos que son camellos carnal)
(Traje unos juguetes pa divertirnos un poco carnal)
(Muy bien)
(Caminos)
Cambia esta situacion, por tu localizacion, por mas que uno le reza, siempre regresa a donde uno empieza.
Con nada lo fácil llegado se lo lleva la chingada, termina todos momentos cortos, oídos y ojos con los ojos sordos.
La vida es dura y mas para otros oportunidades que te vuelven monstruo.
Esta es la ventaja de cualquier día, es que enserio no sabemos que es lo que tenemos para poder dejar de sobrevivir.

Dog Life

They are... on the verge of death, it's either karma or bad luck.
What a dog life they have led it seems, fate has caught up with them and played them too dirty.
From the beginning, tell me, from which guy did this sacrifice act?
In the end, you end up meters under the floor, but there is no option when the damn situation drives you crazy.
("FUCK")
You look in the mirror, sweat, hear voices that rumble, that complain, that don't shut up.
They say to execute the play, to detonate that squad, to bring everything or nothing, everything or nothing, everything or nothing!
Now go and take a couple of bounces and do the same as all those nights.
That in the end, really, "life" will come for the import, it doesn't matter if you lived well or had what?.
They commend themselves to the devil, God doesn't make a stop in this one.

Without money and without work, it's already night and it's cold, my children are hungry, the refrigerator is empty.
Desperate, they think of a thousand ways to make "feria", they are already tired of struggling and not getting out of this misery.
They arm themselves with courage and sharpen their knife, tell me how much it costs me, I'll be back with money.
They look for "daddy's" children to take all their money, they commend themselves to the devil, God doesn't make a stop in this one.
Keep walking, don't stop or I'll stab you, give me your cell phone and everything you have in your pocket.
Don't even think about doing something stupid, stay still, I can go to pinto, but you stay here dead.
They check him until they leave him with nothing, they can see the rage and panic in his eyes.
It's already armed for today "Homboy" is my nature, they didn't get out of poverty, but there's a plate on the table.
Sometimes things get complicated and life fornicates you.
With or without a clique, they lower your finger if you're on the list.
And to those whom life fucks, the kid has aspirations, but he is poor, a lot of work and little money in the envelope.
What else is left for him mmm... well, let him steal, because finishing unam or the poli doesn't guarantee a future like "Kobe".
Rather you will be "godinez", a zombie, taxi driver or combi driver.
But the street taught me that if you insist and pull the bitch by the hair, you can fulfill your dreams.
And life is a bitch because the worker has already had his wallet lowered on the bus and the one who is good has his refrigerator completely empty, but I feel like Lebron, because life is a court.
(Look carnal, you're going to arrive and you're going to subdue this motherfucker who's there)
(That bastard?)
(You get him out of the way so I can get in with that guy)
(I grab, I grab until the last peso, when I already have all the money, wey)
(Eh! let's go like this, I'm going to tell you escape, so that you leave immediately and hit him a blow, cramp him, open the door so that when he arrives I already have the car started and we escape here through the villa to go straight to the state)
(Ahuevo) (This!...) (It's just those two bastards?)
(It's just them, the ones who are in the store and make sure nobody comes and escape)
(This!... well, in his fucking mother carnal, what do you think?) (To a bitch voice) (Let's go "rickyes")
(On them that they are camels carnal)
(I brought some toys to have some fun carnal)
(Very well)
(Roads)
Change this situation, for your location, no matter how much you pray to him, you always return to where you start.
With nothing, the easy arrival takes the fuck away, it ends all short moments, ears and eyes with deaf eyes.
Life is hard and more for others opportunities that turn you into a monster.
This is the advantage of any day, is that seriously we don't know what we have to be able to stop surviving.