Текст и перевод песни Baby Rasta & Gringo - Peliando Con Mi Musica

Peliando Con Mi Musica

Mi música es real, es la que utilizo para defenderme,
Mientras ella viaja y permanece jangueando entre los caseríos,
Cuando los niños en las calles juegan,
Así vivo mi vida ilegal,
Peleando con mi música...

Abran paso, llego el malcriado
Shh-shh Panw! Quédate sentado
Mi demencia sale si me están cucando
No hay quien pueda si estoy alterado
Al carajo si de mi te la pasas hablando

Si conmigo estas mordio pégate un balazo
No soy un billete de cien
Ni tampoco me interesa caerte bien
Yo seguiré siendo el líder
Estar de pie oculto sin saber

Lo que escondes de tu mente
Y no mires sin decir lo que mi corazón siente
Y que puñeta tú te crees
En decirme a mi lo que tengo que hacer
No cambiare por mi música moriré

Y si la radio no me suena en la tarima estaré de pie
Sopórtenme, jodanse
Yo seguiré vendiendo discos púdranse
Ya se lo dije que conmigo no pueden joder
Y si joden conmigo te juro que el cuello te voy a barrer

Quitense y muévanse
Si no quieren salir golpeados evítenme
No he perdido una guerra ni la perderé
Solo dios sabe que nunca me rendiré (Cheka: Illegal Life...)
Si daño te quieren hacer

No te dejes vencer por nadie
Tu solo contra diez
No importa cuanta gente sea
Una oportunidad tienes (Cheka: Illegal Life...)
La vida solamente es una

Y si me preguntan como hay que hacer
Yo solo caigo a punta panw!
Ya me canse ya de lo mismo
Voy a matar a estos cabrones
Sea pistola papel o lápiz

A mi nunca me ha importado ganarme un Grammy
Yo vendo discos desde los 90s
Papi meterte conmigo estas crazy
Yo no vacilo te vacío el peine
Será mejor que no me alteres

Porque sino la tensión va a ser muy fuerte
Que cabron se cree
Pa imitar lo que yo empecé
Lo que con The Noise comencé
A tantos países mi música lleve

Implante mi genero y lo pegue
A norte a sur oeste y este
Latinoamérica y también U.S.A.
Contra el gobierno fui de los pocos que pelie
Y a su censuración me les enfrente

Si se acuerdan del 92
Cuando Rosello jodio
Y con los guardias los discos no confisco
Como criminales nos trató
Marginando nuestro genero sin razón

Y yo sobrellevando la situación
Y ustedes peleando sin razón
Y ahora la puerta se abrió
Con los míos controlare la nueva generación
(Cheka: Illegal Life...)

Si daño te quieren hacer
No te dejes vencer por nadie
Tu solo contra diez
No importa cuanta gente sea
Una oportunidad tienes (Cheka: Illegal Life...)

La vida solamente es una
Y si me preguntan como hay que hacer
Yo solo caigo a punta panw!

Estoy aquí pa reclamar lo que es mío,
Y hacerles saber a la gente que aunque
A mi no me suenen aquí voy a estar vivo,
Esto no es pa nadie esto es pa que
Se pique, y ahora hablen toda esa mierda de mi,
Pa ver si un poquito de mi podrán resistir,
Chorro de infelices jajajaja!,
Y este ritmo de rap lo pone
El que canta y hace pistas CHEKA!,

Fighting With My Music

My music is real, it's what I use to defend myself,
While it travels and remains hanging out among the caseríos,
When the children in the streets play,
That's how I live my illegal life,
Fighting with my music...

Make way, the brat has arrived
Shh-shh Panw! Stay seated
My dementia comes out if they are watching me
There's no one who can stop me if I'm altered
Watch out if you mess with me by talking

If you are biting me, shoot yourself
I'm not a hundred dollar bill
Nor am I interested in you liking me
I will continue to be the leader
Standing hidden without knowing

What you hide from your mind
And don't look without saying what my heart feels
What the hell do you think you are
To tell me what I have to do
I will not change, I will die for my music

And if the radio doesn't play me, I'll be standing on the stage
Bear with me, screw you
I will continue to sell records, rot
I already told you that you can't mess with me
And if you mess with me I swear I'm going to sweep your neck

Get out of the way and move
If you don't want to get beaten up, avoid me
I haven't lost a war and I won't lose
Only God knows I'll never surrender (Cheka: Illegal Life...)
If they want to hurt you

Don't let yourself be defeated by anyone
You alone against ten
It doesn't matter how many people there are
You have one chance (Cheka: Illegal Life...)
Life is only one

And if they ask me how to do it
I just fall at the tip panw!
I'm tired of the same thing
I'm going to kill these bastards
Be it pistol, paper or pencil

I've never cared about winning a Grammy
I've been selling records since the 90s
Daddy, you're crazy to mess with me
I don't hesitate, I empty your comb
It's better not to upset me

Because otherwise the tension is going to be very strong
What a bastard he thinks he is
To imitate what I started
What I started with The Noise
I took my music to so many countries

I implanted my genre and I stuck it
North, South, West and East
Latin America and also the U.S.A.
Against the government I was one of the few who fought
And I faced their censorship

If you remember 92
When Rosello messed up
And I didn't confiscate the records with the guards
He treated us like criminals
Marginalizing our genre without reason

And me coping with the situation
And you fighting without reason
And now the door opened
With my people I will control the new generation
(Cheka: Illegal Life...)

If they want to hurt you
Don't let yourself be defeated by anyone
You alone against ten
It doesn't matter how many people there are
You have one chance (Cheka: Illegal Life...)

Life is only one
And if they ask me how to do it
I just fall at the tip panw!

I'm here to reclaim what's mine,
And let people know that even though
They don't play me here I'm going to be alive,
This is not for anyone this is for you to
Get pissed off, and now talk all that shit about me,
To see if you can withstand a little bit of me,
Bunch of miserable jajajaja!,
And this rap rhythm puts it
The one who sings and makes tracks CHEKA!,