Текст и перевод песни Bardero$ - Juego Puro

Juego Puro

Por buscar donde no deben, nunca me encontraban
¿Dónde estaba? Donde siempre, haciendo mis jugadas
Respirar y resignarse o esquivar las balas
O rezarle a quien te salve de una mala entrada

Siempre jugamos fuerte del comienzo al desenlace
Y eso que vamos sin dormir del domingo, qué se va a hacer
Por eso lo hacemos distinto y pasa de tu clase
Si matarían por el mismo estilo que me nace

Caliento el agua y armo dos para mi desayuno
Corto y fumo, pienso y sumo y entro para darle duro
Perdón por no golpear la puerta y ser inoportuno
Pero prefiero estar atento, tranquilo y seguro

Barras del ghetto son, muy saludables
Llenas de honestidad como me lo enseñó mi madre
Para que griten, pa' que lloren, pa' que bailen
Todos esos hijos de puta que llevan droga en la sangre

What up dog, es el Fl3chv en el mic
Preparándote la mente para este viaje astral
No mires atrás o serás estatua de sal
Mejor pensarlo bien antes de beefear a este can

Yo buscándome el pan sin ningún plan
Sólo mi don y el afán de ponerte a bailar con mi rap
Mis cartas no se abarajan, son finas como alhajas
Cabecea junto a la caja mientras surfeo el boom bap

Qué te pensaste kid, ¿qué no tenía skills?
Pasa que no tengo tiempo para andar de gil
Estamos grandes y este juego crece por mil
Voy por mi family, por los que están ahí

Tanta mierda ya no huele mal
Porque aprendí con buenas frases performar mi lugar
Lo que suelta tu boca, tu pecho lo va a aguantar
Así que pensalo solo, que esto es mucho más que rimar

One, two, three, llegan los dueños de la side
Hay flow on the way, destroy pero alright, pedazo e' puta
Three siempre se mueve slow bro
No me asombro si me vienen a tirar esos hijos de puta

Bitch, kids, fuck tus negges
Mi manera insana te aclara las hazañas que nos suceden
Y el que se cede, si escupo es breve, sus cedes
Escriben rimas mientras yo hago girar los niveles

Ni me ves, ya deja ese plato, tas quedando flaco
Ya no perdonamos a esos perros tan ingratos
Novato, escuchá y cierra el trato
Que ya despertaron a to' mis jodidos gatos

¿Cómo intentar engañar a quienes lo empiezan?
¿Cómo comparar tu mierda con mi simpleza?
¿Cómo tratar de alterar la naturaleza?
Hey, sólo vamos tras el dinero

Pure Game

Searching where you shouldn't, they never found me
Where was I? Where I always am, making my moves
Breathe and resign yourself or dodge the bullets
Or pray to whoever can save you from a bad entrance

We always play hard from the beginning to the end
And that's even though we go without sleeping from Sunday, what can you do?
That's why we do it differently and it surpasses your class
If they would kill for the same style that comes naturally to me

I heat the water and make some of my breakfast
I cut and smoke, I think and add and get in to hit it hard
Sorry for not knocking and being untimely
But I prefer to be alert, calm, and safe

Bars from the ghetto are very healthy
Full of honesty like my mother taught me
So that they shout, so that they cry, so that they dance
All those sons of bitches who have drugs in their blood

What up dog, it's Fl3chv on the mic
Preparing your mind for this astral voyage
Don't look back or you'll be a pillar of salt
Better think it over before beefing with this dog

Me looking for bread without any plan
Just my gift and the desire to make you dance with my rap
My cards aren't shuffled, they're as fine as jewels
Nod your head by the speaker while I surf the boom bap

What did you think kid, I didn't have skills?
It's just that I don't have time to act like an idiot
We're grown and this game is growing by a thousand
I go for my family, for those who are there

So much shit doesn't smell bad anymore
Because I learned to perform my place with good phrases
What your mouth says, your chest is going to endure
So think about it by yourself, this is much more than rhyming

One, two, three, the owners of the side arrive
There's flow on the way, destroy but alright, you piece of shit
Three always moves slow bro
I'm not surprised if those sons of bitches come to shoot me

Bitch, kids, fuck your negges
My insane way shows you the feats that happen to us
And the one who gives in, if I spit, it's brief, his places
They write rhymes while I turn the levels

You don't even see me, leave that plate, you're getting skinny
We don't forgive those ungrateful dogs anymore
Rookie, listen and close the deal
That's already enough to wake up all my fucking cats

How to try to deceive those who are starting out?
How to compare your shit to my simplicity?
How to try to alter nature?
Hey, we're just after the money