Текст и перевод песни Baby Rasta & Gringo feat. Gastam - Esto Es Real

Esto Es Real

Esto es Real feat. Gastam
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Baby Rasta y Gringo

(Yo!)
(Aja!)
New Records!
(Yeah, Yeah!)
(Aja!)
Sonic!
(Sonic!)
Tazmania!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Vivetelo!)
(Wooooh!)
Vivete esto!
Illegal Life Records!
(Yeah!
(Vivete esto, pai!)
Esto es real!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Yeah, yeah!)
(Gastam!)

Saca tu pistola, y utilizala contra mi, infeliz
Tu y tu corillo me van a sentir
Yo soy asi, y esta es mi manera de vivir
*Chiqui-pam* Pa' que la puedas sentir
En el baul de un auto vas a morir
Con la boca llena de moscas en las noticias vas a salir
Ven por mi, tu no sabes lo que es sufrir
Y ver caer a tus amigos guerriando por ti
Morir, ver a sus familias llorar sin fin
Prometiendole a sus madres que esto no se queda as튙 salir a la calle como loco con dos Perco', y 3 Pali's
Estoy aca, activao' pa' ti
Esperando que te lambas pa' meterte a ti
Y ven por mi, el de la forty
Pal carajo to's
To's ustedes conmigo se pueden morir

Tengo guerra doble con la guardia, y con mis enemigos
El error es que han tirao' y me han dejao' vivo
No me han dao' ni un tiro y ya estan pompiao'
To' estos caripelao's, si los mios los pillan los dejan pegao'
No quiero lloraera, ahora soporten mi guillaera
Cuando saque pa' fuera un AK Full negra
Y les meta, pa' que sepan que al Gastam se respeta
Dile a tu gente que no se metan, o
Mis sicarios van a darte la combi completa
Van a matarte con AK, con rifles, o con escopetas
Ustedes a mi no me meten las fecas
Yo soy el Gastam del area sur de Ponce, pu

This Is Real

This Is Real feat. Gastam
Sentenced
Baby Rasta and Gringo

(Yo!)
(Whoa!)
New Records!
(Yeah, Yeah!)
(Whoa!)
Sonic!
(Sonic!)
Tazmania!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Live it!)
(Wooooh!)
Live this!
Illegal Life Records!
(Yeah!
(Live this, baby!)
This is real!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Yeah, yeah!)
(Gastam!)

Pull out your gun, and use it against me, wretched
You and your gang are going to feel me
I am like this, and this is my way of life
*Bang-bam* So you can feel it
You're going to die in the trunk of a car
With your mouth full of flies, you'll be on the news
Come for me, you don't know what it's like to suffer
And see your friends fall fighting for you
Die, see their families cry indefinitely
Promising their mothers that this won't go like this chasing the streets like a madman with two Percos, and 3 Pallies
I'm here, activated for you
Waiting for you to slip up to get you
And come for me, the one with the forty
Fuck all of you
All of you can die with me

I have a double war with the guard, and with my enemies
The mistake is that they've shot and left me alive
They haven't given me a single shot and they're already blown away
All these ugly faces, if my people catch them, they'll leave them stuck
I don't want any crying, now endure my rampage
When I pull out a black AK Full
And shoot them up, so they know that Gastam is respected
Tell your people not to mess with me, or
My hitmen will give you the full combo
They'll kill you with AKs, with rifles, or with shotguns
You don't give me shit
I'm Gastam from the south area of Ponce, damnit