Текст и перевод песни Aerstame - Resentido

Resentido

Momento grado a cada rato
Solo son arrebato
Siempre dije pues no filmare contrato
En este juego no hay trato
Sus teoría son garabato
Cuico lonji vato
Como los cuico de la pobla

No la compramos a los paco
Que se vayan con su arrebato
Vamos cabro cabra encendamos fuego al barrio alto
Ya te quedo claro desde la periferia al mundo
El vagabundo inmundo quema tu fundo
Mi rap hardcore paco los pobladores
Me teñi flaite bien como tenemos a los ricachones
Soy un resentido pero consentido
No soy un consentido
Escribo lo que vivo en mi voz
Animo son banco sinsentido realidad motivo
Aerstamefame pone tag sobre tu mar derribo
Somos bandalico sádico clásico nunca lo fuimos
Un norte americano
Que es turista, terrorista nuestra lista criminalista
Con bomba molotov en el crenao del capitalismo
Abismo cataclismo espera el arribismo y el pinochetismo ya!
No es para tanto no ma si me la aguanto
Que tanto en tanto llanto me critican de lo que canto
Rapero del barrio alto son perro
Buscando pasto los entierro en el puto asfalto
De acero mis rap es canto
Soy el causante de ese ruido molesto que te agita
Perseverante como si protesto aquel que irrita
Marchita percapita y que lo chupen las vieja cuica
Hip hop pendejo claro corran donde su mamita
Burguese maricón son una shit
Por eso que defiendes a tu general pinochet
Lo vieron bruto tras el proceso bruto saben bien
Que a mi gente recluto de luto a tu general bastardo imputo
Injusto me da gusto en este Chile poco robusto
Cuchilla en su gusto pestillan de susto
Del 666 en la frente del padre augu
Yo trabajo mientras ustedes juegan pool
Pasese cool que se descolore este amarillo azul
La etapa tiene capa lava destapan quien saca iso boom
No hay versos plano claro no me comparo con descaro caro
Tan solo valgo lo que valgo y sin embargo no cabalgo
Por aquello lugare del barrio alto no salgo
Aerstame ey quien hay inbinta frei pinochetista gay
Pues ya lo wey wey somos el 666 encendiendo fuego al que you sae
Por que en este juego no existe ni persiste ningún rey

Resentful

Moment degree at every moment
All tantrums
I have always said, I will not film a contract
There are no deals in this game
His theory is gibberish
Cuico lonji dude
Like the cops in the slums

We don't buy it from the cops
May they go away with their tantrums
Let's go, my man and woman, set fire to the wealthy neighborhood
Now it's clear to you from the outskirts to the world
The filthy hobo burns your land
My hardcore rap, the cops, the people of the slums
I dyed my hair like a punk, just like we do to the rich
I am resentful but spoiled
I'm not spoiled
I write what I live in my voice
Encouraging are banks, nonsense, reality, reason
Aerstamefame tags your sea and knocks you down
We are vandalistic, sadistic, classic, never were
A North American
A tourist, a terrorist, a criminal on our list
With a Molotov cocktail in the brain of capitalism
Abyss, cataclysm, wait for the opportunism and Pinochetism now!
It's not that big of a deal, just bear with me
Sometimes, I cry, they criticize me for what I sing
Rapper from the wealthy neighborhood, you're a dog
Looking for grass, I bury them on the damn asphalt
My raps are songs of steel
I am the cause of that annoying noise that agitates you
Persevering as if I protest, the one who irritates
Withered per capita, let the old whores suck on it
Hip hop, you idiot, run to your mommy
Bourgeois faggot, you're a piece of shit
That's why you defend your General Pinochet
They saw the brute behind the gross process, they know very well
That I will impute my recruited people in mourning to your bastard general
Unjust, I am pleased in this not very robust Chile
They bolt shut in fear of the taste of the knife
Of the 666 on the forehead of Father Augus
I work while you play pool
Take it easy, so that this yellow and blue fades away
The stage has a lava cap, they uncover who releases the boom
There are no flat verses, I will not compare myself with arrogance, expensive
I am worth only what I am worth, and yet I do not ride a horse
Therefore, I do not leave the place of the wealthy neighborhood
Aerstame, hey, there's inbinta frei, the Pinochet-supporting faggot
Well, already the way wey, wey, we are the 666 setting fire to what you know
Because in this game there is no king, nor does it persist