Текст и перевод песни Amenaza Mxm, Gera MXM, Crox Mxm, Aleman, Tabernario & Dj Sonico - Reunion (feat. Gera Mxm, Crox Mxm, Aleman, Tabernario & DJ Sonico) [Bonus Track]

Reunion (feat. Gera Mxm, Crox Mxm, Aleman, Tabernario & DJ Sonico) [Bonus Track]

Se mueve y no sabe ni como se juega en las ligas de vatos tan grandes
Quieren vivirla de "rapper" pero se mueren de hambre
Ándenle, que digan cuantos son y punto
En el micro somos seis tráetelos a todos juntos
Yo que tu ni los interrumpo es mas ni les pregunto
Y si estoy en el estudio se puso serio el asunto
Escupo grupos con truco que vienen van buscando cupo
Las de crew me gustan negras por si mato andar de luto
Baja el eje desde San Luis al D.F
Presta el micro, suelta el ritmo y te muestro quien son los jefes
Referee, entonces dime que si
Quieren jugar con mi clika y los ahorco con un free

¡Ey! dile a esos MC's que no pasen por aquí
Que le bajen a sus huevos si no quieren competir
Es la Mexamafia clika, firmes hasta el final
Lo nuestro si es real no tu puto alucin
En el micro soy preciso, en el ritmo compromiso
Las palabras las fabrico como los relojes suizos
¿Cómo te lo explico, men? you can't understand
Que soy esa mezcla entre la experiencia y el nivel
Somos un portal a los 90's, Big Boys en las banquetas
Homeboys con el clavo en las calcetas
Un mal ejemplo pa' la banda, droga con demanda
Somos el estilo que no tiene el respeto y que les falta

Y aquí vamos, aplastando a quien se ponga en frente
Ven poquita fama y de inmediato ya se crecen
Es lo que pasa en un país con gran delito
Existen muchos homicidas que van matando a sus micros
Hablan de calle y en la calle nunca están
La mentira es lo que vende mienten solo por sonar
Es el nivel en Mex y así siempre
Se escuchan falsos poetas ya que entierran no lo ven
Nosotros el equipo que lo hacemos de verdad
Cada quien aporta algo por el Rap en su ciudad

Escribo, buenos raps, como el grande tenaz
Represento San José, San Lúcas y La Paz
Aunque te ardan las nalgas' me inspiro
Sabiendo que soy el único que se está pegando el tiro
Perdedor, no sigas ta' loco el chamaco
Pendejo, por algo me dicen "Ale-maniaco"
Claro que te opaco, simón ese
Con el estilo, cada quien está donde merece
Como crack se cuece la buena merca
Homegrown, estos perros se vuelan la cerca

Feria, rucas, trocas, coca
Muchos sueñan esa vida loca
Quieres un sopapo, es lo que te toca
Tiran mucha mierda fresca por la boca
No fuman por la calle, le temen a la chota
Entre menos burros quedan mas mazorcas
Ahí te va la soga yo sé que solo te ahorcas
Tienes varias cuentas pendientes con la tropa
Tengo hambre por fumar mota
Tu puta en mi cama con tacones y sin ropa
Te voy a demostrar lo poquito que me importas
M3XM se teletransporta

Reunion (feat. Gera Mxm, Crox Mxm, Aleman, Tabernario & DJ Sonico) [Bonus Track]

She moves and doesn't know how to play in the leagues of such big dudes
They want to live as "rappers" but they're starving to death
Go on, tell me how many there are, and that's it
We're six on the mic, bring them all at once
If I were you, I wouldn't even interrupt them, let alone ask them
And if I'm in the studio, things got serious
I spit groups with a trick, they come and look for a place
I like the black crews, cause if I kill, I'm gonna wear black
Lower the axis from San Luis to D.F.
Lend me the mic, drop the beat, and I'll show you who the bosses are
Referee, tell me if yes
They want to mess with my clique and I'll hang them with a free

Hey! Tell those MC's not to come over here
Tell them to cool it if they don't want to compete
This is the Mexamafia clique, firm until the end
Ours is real, not your fucking hallucination
On the mic I'm precise, in the rhythm I'm committed
I make words like Swiss watches
How do I explain it to you, man? you can't understand
That I am that mix between experience and level
We are a portal to the 90s, Big Boys on the sidewalks
Homeboys with a nail in their socks
A bad example for the gang, drugs in demand
We're the style that doesn't have the respect and that they lack

And here we go, crushing whoever gets in our way
They see a little fame and they immediately grow
That's what happens in a country with great crime
There are many murderers who go around killing their mics
They talk about the streets and they're never in the streets
The lie is what sells, they lie just to sound
That's the level in Mex and always has been
We hear false poets because they bury it, they don't see it
We are the team that does it for real
Each one contributes something to Rap in their city

I write good raps, like the great tenacious
I represent San José, San Lúcas and La Paz
Even if it burns your ass, I get inspired
Knowing that I'm the only one who's getting shot
Loser, don't keep doing what you're doing, the guy's crazy
Asshole, there's a reason they call me "Ale-maniac"
Of course I overshadow you, that's right, bro
With style, everyone is where they deserve to be
Like crack, good product is cooked
Homegrown, these dogs jump the fence

Fairs, girls, trucks, coke
Many dream of that crazy life
You want a punch in the mouth, that's what you get
They talk a lot of fresh shit out of their mouths
They don't smoke on the street, they're afraid of the cops
Fewer donkeys left, more corn
There you go, the rope, I know you're only hanging yourself
You have several pending accounts with the troops
I'm hungry to smoke weed
Your bitch in my bed with heels and no clothes
I'm going to show you how little I care
M3XM teleports