Paroles et traduction Taiga Trece - Bienvenidos (feat. MC Luka)

Bienvenidos (feat. MC Luka)

Ich häng mit chicos chicanos, negros chilenos y mexicanos
Cholos pelones con bigotes bien cabrones
Son dueños paisanos vatos ladrones
Sureños norteños a veteranos y chavones
Pura banda chida buena vibra mit tattoos de la pandilla
De carnales a compadres padrinos mamacitas
Pinche loca K me digan mach mich locka kipp tequila
Aqui en el distrito ando en chinga como cheetah
Dale y toma traigo extra mantequilla
La pinche salsa verde todavia me enchila
Busco calaveras los huesos del pasado
Herencia tenochtitlan ancestros bien pesados
Pisamos tierra vieja esta tierra es nuestra
Fluye sangre azteca las calles te lo muestran
Esa vida loca desde siempre me secuestra
Vengo en paz pero vamos de guerra
Este es mi pais y no me llaman güera
La guerrera taiga trece-ese- que cruza fronteras

Des′für meine homez en el distrito
El pueblo unido jamas sera vencido
Für meine compas para mis amigos
Mexico d.f. estan bien venidos...

Bienvenido al distrito, aquí es donde vivo
Aquí es donde respiro mucho smog y sin filtro
Aquí a los carnales se les llama familia
Y a la familia, se le conoce como pandilla
Comemos tortillas de maíz, chilles y frijoles
Fumamos mota, tomamos chela, somos locochones
Somos bien cabrones, rapados y pelones
Somos los que somos por que somos bien chingones
La cuadra, la esquina y la caguama bien fria
La nave dando rol, retumbando las bocinas
Respeto pa la cliqua y un dedo pa la tira
La mano pa mi compa, y un beso pa mi mija
Persignada de mi jefa, y de mi viejo un buen consejo
Orgulloso mexicano, orgulloso defeño
Del sur al norte, del este al poniente
En el D.F. se siente que la gente es diferente
En alma y mente, animo delincuente
Unos se van y otros dicen ya vente
Yo ya me voy, ya son las 4:20
7 Moscas de un tiro, aquí nadie se mete

Des"für meine homez- Pa' mis cholos y pa′ mis cholas
Des"für meine homez- Pa' mis carnales y compas
Des"für meine homez- Pasenle a lo barrido
Pasenle al distrito

In der stadt der diamanten glitzern scherben unter leitplanken
Das geld zählt schwarz cash dollarbills nich in pesos auf banken
Kalkuliern und deals die kurse sind am schwanken
Lass mich knochen sammeln, in lucha libre maske
Slalom fahrn zwecks der löcher in der caretera
Bunte häuser tote hunde grüne käfer
Lauf auf sand und asphalt meine neuen nikes voller staub, nich mehr weiss
Trink chelas zum zeitvertreib sag homez
Wir sind in mexico und nich in bayern viele meilen weit weg
Machen einen auf cypress so how high nice is
Die polizei fährt ohne einsatz immer mit blaulicht
Somit kein stress man muss nur schneller renn
Als das sie eintrifft... kennst des- gangstas

Welcome (feat. MC Luka)

I hang out with Chicano boys, Chilean blacks, and Mexicans
Bald Cholos with really badass mustaches
They are owners, countrymen, thieves
Sureños, norteños to veterans and youngsters
Pure cool gang, good vibes, with my gang tattoos
From carnales to compadres, godparents, mamitas
Fucking crazy K they call me, mach mich locka kipp tequila
Here in the district I'm on the run like a cheetah
Come on and drink, I brought extra butter
The fucking green sauce still makes me sweat
I look for skulls, the bones of the past
Tenochtitlan heritage, really heavy ancestors
We step on old ground, this land is ours
Aztec blood flows, the streets show you
That crazy life has kidnapped me since forever
I come in peace but we go to war
This is my country and they don't call me güera
The warrior taiga thirteen-that- crosses borders

For my homez in the district
The united people will never be defeated
For my compas for my friends
Mexico City, you are very welcome...

Welcome to the district, this is where I live
This is where I breathe a lot of smog and without a filter
Here carnales are called family
And the family is known as a gang
We eat corn tortillas, chilies and beans
We smoke weed, we drink beer, we are crazy
We are very badass, shaved and bald
We are who we are because we are very badass
The square, the corner and the cold caguama
The ship rolling, the speakers booming
Respect for the clique and a finger for the tira
My hand to my compa, and a kiss to my mija
Blessing from my jefa, and good advice from my viejo
Proud Mexican, proud defeño
From south to north, from east to west
In Mexico City you can feel that people are different
In soul and mind, delinquent spirit
Some leave and others say come on
I'm leaving now, it's 4:20
7 Flies in one shot, nobody messes here

For my homez- For my cholos and for my cholas
For my homez- For my carnales and compas
For my homez- Come on over to the swept
Come on over to the district

In the city of diamonds, shards glitter under crash barriers
Money counts black cash dollar bills not in pesos in banks
Calculating and deals the prices are fluctuating
Let me collect bones, in a lucha libre mask
Slalom driving because of the holes in the highway
Colorful houses dead dogs green beetles
Run on sand and asphalt my new Nikes full of dust, no longer white
Drinking chelas to pass the time say homez
We are in Mexico and not in Bavaria many miles away
Make one on cypress so how high nice is
The police drive without deployment always with blue lights
So no stress you just have to run faster
Than she arrives... you know this- gangstas