Текст и перевод песни Bardero$ - Quieren Oro Cadenas de Bronce

Quieren Oro 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

They Want Gold, Bronze Chains

They want gold, bronze chains
I've been rapping since noon
I changed my voice at 14
Little rapper already starting to rip it up
You're not born on stage
But the one who's going to be up there will rise
17 on the beat
So let it drop and let it pass
Listen to what I'm saying, my friend
For the time that I write
Dedicated to making many fight to make them now realize a fucking reason
For what's yours and mine, I'll continue
And they would want to kill me if I said it
If I'm still alive looking at the path ahead adapting to each sound
Look baby, I believe in myself, yes oh
It will be because my MC side, yes oh
I'm burning in front of the mic on
Making art with the microphone
Check out this song, bitchi
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
Without a problem, this is my motto, let them talk more
I'm writing my own lyrics and ask for more
This is my side, my border, 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'm going out to the side with all the speakers
Don't get in the ring if you can't even handle the weight of the glove
We rhyme without sleeping, hooked on energy drinks
They want gold, bronze, luxury, and diamond chains
Why don't they look for flow and elegant verses?
Barderos from the south tearing it up without representation
Because we are independent and more than important
If I leave my doctrine in the bar, my mind will get fucked up
My words hit hard like a fly's wing
Some rappers just act, they deserve an Oscar
Because when it comes to rhymes, they don't let go of the post
We all want to get on stage
We have to help that attitude with the school of the neighborhood
They practice on the corners with rhymes and shit
That's how I got on stage, inspired by the lyrics