Текст и перевод песни Bardero$ - Cadenas De Bronce

Cadenas De Bronce

Quieren oro cadenas de bronce
Llevo el rap desde las doce
A los 14 cambio voces
Raperito ya descose
En escenario no se nace
Pero sube el que lo va a ser
17 en los compases
Así que cayese y pase
Escuche lo que digo amigo
Por el tiempo que yo escribo
Dedicado a que muchas luchen a que ahora se enteren un puto motivo
Por lo tullo y lo mio que sigo
Y me querrian matar si lo digo
Si sigo vivo mirando el camino adelante adaptandome a cada sonido
Mira nena creo en mi si oh
Sera por que mi lado MC si oh
Estoy quemando frente al mic en on
Haciendo arte con el microphone
Chequea este song bitchi
Que te paso kitti
Slow bunny, quemo lento y sale fresco baby
A donde voy baby
Acá estoy hater
Representando a mi clicka BDRS
Sin un problema este es mi lema que hablen de mas
Yo escribiendo propias letras y pide mas
Este es mi lado mi frontera y suena real
Inspirado por buena mierda y un instrumental

Lo querías chilli bitchy te lo doy picante
Soy yo y el mic y salgo al side con todos los parlantes
No suba al ring si no soporta ni el peso del guante
Rimamos sin dormir prendidos del energizante
Quieren cadenas de oro, bronce, lujos y diamantes
Porque mejor no buscan flow y versos elegantes
Barderos en el sur arraza sin representante
Porque somos independientes y mas que importantes
Si dejo en el bar mi doctrina mi mente se enrrozca
Mis frases pegan como ali como alita de mosca
Algunas rapers solo actúan merecen un oscar
Por que a la hora de las rimas no sueltan la posta
Todos nos pasa por querer subir al escenario
Ahí que ayudar a esa actitud con la escuela del barrio
Esos se curten las esquinas con rimas y escabio
Así yo llego a la tarima que inspiro en los labios

Bronze Chains

They want gold, bronze chains
I've been rapping since I was twelve
My voice changed at 14
Little rapper already tears it up
You're not born to be on stage
But the one who's going to be there will rise
17 in the bars
So, down and over
Listen to what I'm saying, friend
Because for all the time I write
Dedicated to the fact that many struggle, that they now learn a damn reason
For yours and mine, that I keep going
And they would want to kill me if I said it
If I stay alive, looking straight ahead, adapting to every sound
Look, baby, I believe in myself, yes
It must be because my MC side, yes
I'm burning in front of the mic on
Making art with the microphone
Check this song, bitchy
What happened to you, kitty?
Slow bunny, I burn slow and come out fresh baby
Where am I going baby?
Here I am, hater
Representing my clicka BDRS
No problem, this is my motto, let them talk
I'm writing my own lyrics and asking for more
This is my side, my boundary, and it sounds real
Inspired by good shit and an instrumental

You wanted it hot, bitchy, I'll give it to you spicy
It's me and the mic and I'll go out to the side with all the speakers
Don't get in the ring if you can't handle the weight of the glove
We rhyme without sleeping, hooked on energy
They want gold, bronze chains, luxury, and diamonds
Why don't they look for flow and elegant verses?
Barderos in the south tear it up without a representative
Because we are independent and more than important
If I leave my doctrine at the bar, my mind will curl up
My phrases hit like wings, like the wings of a fly
Some rappers just act, they deserve an Oscar
Because when it comes to rhymes, they don't let go
Everybody wants to go on stage
You have to help that attitude with the barrio school
They learn the corners with rhymes
That's how I get to the platform that inspires the lips