Paroles et traduction Tobiah - 23 Classic

23 Classic

Hoy tengo 23 nadie me lo cuenta
Ya ranché en tu esquina también dormí en la lleca,
La curtí limpiando vidrios pa' pagar la renta
Descontrolado para rescatar mi teca

Pero hoy me levante cansado de esos puristas
Raperos, traperos, no hay género para el artista,
Lo que verdaderamente si me irrita,
Que en el estudio sea tan gallo y en la calle tan perrita

Acá bailamos desde salsa hasta la cueca
Con un flow sicario no flow de discoteca
Lo aprendimos con amigos no en la biblioteca
Lo pensé cuando mi vieja apretaba las teclas

For rela, son maniquíes o marionetas?
No muestran el skill si no la etiqueta
Hermano yo estoy chill pero le meto letra
Y traigo puro swing en mi fuckin maleta

Sin categoría, buena calidad se vacila
Algunos se creen grandes como Goxila
Estoy de lejos midiéndole su riña
No son reptiles más bien parecen felinas

Cuánto es lo que gana? Mujeres fama?
Con eso ayuda a su mama, drogas y parla,
Mi familia es demasiado pura como pa' ensuciarla
Voy a lastimarte si te atreves a tocarla

Me da lo mismo si me nombran o no men
Ellos hablan pero no me conocen
Fuck haters vuelven cuando les conviene

Todos hablan de la sima nadie del sacrificio
Acá los crotos no gozamos de prejuicios
La plata de papi no es nuestro auspicio
Tu evento gratis no es culpa de mi bolsillo

Yo estoy happy la libertad es mi beneficio
No quiero un grammy quiero mi gente tenga un piso
Como el indio javi independiente antes que necio
Aunque lo muevas mami no voy a ponerle precio

Está jugando a hacer el malo y no te sale bien
Está sangrando el punto débil y te va doler
No me caso con nadie ya te lo avise
Donde vas a correr donde vas a correr?

Me da lo mismo si me nombran o no men
Ellos hablan pero no me conocen
Fuck haters vuelven cuando les conviene

23 Classic

Today I'm 23, nobody tells me
I've already crashed in your corner on the floor, too,
I earned it by cleaning windows to pay the rent
Out of control to rescue my wallet

But today I got up tired of those purists
Rappers, trappers, there's no genre for the artist,
What really does irritate me,
In the studio you're such a cock and on the street you're a pussy

Here we dance everything from salsa to cueca
With a hitman's flow, not a discotheque flow
We learned it with friends, not in the library
I thought about it when my old lady was pushing the keys

Easy does it, are they dummies or puppets?
They don't show their skills, just the label
Man, I'm chill but I put lyrics in
And I bring pure swing in my fucking suitcase

Without category, good quality is enjoyed
Some think they're big like Godzilla
I'm from afar, measuring their fight
They're not reptiles, they're more like felines

How much does she earn? Women, fame?
With that she helps her mom, drugs and talk,
My family is too pure to dirty it
I'm going to hurt you if you dare touch it

I don't care if they mention me or not, baby
They talk but they don't know me
Fuck haters, they come back when it's convenient for them

Everybody talks about the pit, nobody about the sacrifice
Here the riffraff don't have prejudices
Daddy's money is not our sponsorship
Your free event is not my pocket's fault

I'm happy, freedom is my benefit
I don't want a Grammy, I want my people to have a flat
Like the Indian, Javi, independent but not stupid
You can shake it, baby, but I'm not putting a price on it

You're playing at being bad and it doesn't suit you
You're bleeding your weak point and it's going to hurt
I'm not marrying anyone, I warned you
Where are you going to run, where are you going to run?

I don't care if they mention me or not, baby
They talk but they don't know me
Fuck haters, they come back when it's convenient for them