Текст и перевод песни Alemán - Rata$

Rata$

Checa checa como fluye este pinche azteca
Lineas mexicanas que dejan tu boca chueca
Mi estilo es fumado en la discoteca
Tu estilo es seco, así a secas
De esto cuanto sacas
Ustedes no son personas son chakas
A la verga lacras, ratas como ustedes
No mas están en las cloacas
No odio, solo reclamo
No hablo del trono, ese lo quemo
Bebemos, festejamos
En todos lados
La misma puta vemos
Esperemos el 'necte
No se persigne, no se proyecte
Saborea el deleite
Ando tirando grasa, rostro y un chingo de aceite
Homie ya sé lo que piensas
Cosas del barrio me entienden
Esos y esas
Eres pesado y te expresas
Mi flow la báscula y no pesas
Del terror y puras de esas
Un artista no vive de promesas
Rimas gruesas, gordas y obesas
Chequen la verga, luego la pesan

Cabo San Lucas Destiny
Mucha kush, hoes y extasis
Muchos perros y chuky
Pa' esos perritos tengo una cookie
Parezco Dios como el Buky
Como si hubiera salido de Brooklyn
Sali de Cabo a tepis
Y regresé para el varo repleto de x
Yo no se nada que paso aquí
Ese nombre no suena a alguien que conocí
Nunca hablé de mas
Me quedó claro, lo aprendí en La Paz
Baja Califas sur
Tatas con champs
No somos FONATUR solo fomento loquearla
Pasamos bien incluso hasta en lunes
Haciendo buen rap para que lo fumes
Look, mama we made it
Desde que me mi rap salió a la intemperie
Si, sin mucho esfuerzo
No es mi culpa estar iluminado por el universo
Mi familia, no toques eso
Es ahí cuando se vuelve verso
Tengo el control me transporto ileso
Me mantengo fresco por eso hay queso, bitch

Rata$ (Rats)

Check it, check how this fucking Aztec flows
Mexican lines that leave your mouth crooked
My style is smoked in the disco
Your style is dry, just like that, dry
How much do you get out of this?
You're not people, you're chakas (jerks)
Fuck off, scum, rats like you
Belong only in the sewers
No hate, just claiming
I don't talk about the throne, I burn that shit
We drink, we party
Everywhere
We see the same damn hoes
Let's wait for the 'nectar'
Don't cross yourself, don't project
Savor the delight
I'm throwing grease, face and a lot of oil
Homie, I already know what you're thinking
Things from the barrio, they understand me
Those guys and those girls
You're heavy and you express yourself
My flow is the scale and you don't weigh
Of terror and pure of those
An artist doesn't live on promises
Thick, fat, obese rhymes
Check the dick, then weigh it

Cabo San Lucas Destiny
Lots of kush, hoes and ecstasy
Many dogs and Chucky
For those little dogs I have a cookie
I look like God like Buky
As if I had come out of Brooklyn
I left Cabo to Tepis
And I came back for the dough, full of X
I don't know anything that happened here
That name doesn't sound like someone I knew
I never talked too much
It's clear to me, I learned it in La Paz
Baja California Sur
Tits with champagne
We're not FONATUR, we just promote going crazy
We have a good time even on Mondays
Making good rap for you to smoke
Look, mama, we made it
Ever since my rap went out into the open
Yeah, without much effort
It's not my fault I'm illuminated by the universe
My family, don't touch that
That's when it becomes a verse
I have control, I transport myself unharmed
I stay fresh, that's why there's cheese, bitch