Текст и перевод песни Bardero$ - Sin Camiseta

Sin Camiseta

Sin camiseta por el barrio a buscar mi dinero
Esos hijo 'e puta que miraban desde un patrullero
La vida mala que nos gana pa' serte sincero
El diablo nos cortó las alas y apodó "Bardero"

Sin camiseta por el barrio a buscar mi dinero
Esos hijo 'e puta que miraban desde un patrullero
La vida mala que nos gana pa' serte sincero
El diablo nos miró a la cara y nos dijo "Bardero$"

Hey kid, llegué, abrime paso
El diablo cortó mis alas, zorra dame un pipazo
Despierto al Homer para ver el ocaso
Que tu mierda queda chica contra tanto estilazo

Estoy fumándome un nevado y masticando un chicle
Estoy metiendo cocaína adentro del tabique
No te puedo ni contestar, mi cara se derrite
La vida es demasiado corta pa' que te la explique

¿Qué mierda narro? Calle y canchas de barro
Saliendo 4 AM pa' comprarle cheese y cigarros
Sin embargo, le doy un trago amargo
No necesito demostrarles la mierda que valgo

"Oye chico, esto es vida de perro"
Así nos dijo el diablo aquella noche en el cerro
Vida mala, armas y dinero
Ahora serán Bardero$ hasta el día de su entierro

Sin camiseta por el barrio a buscar mi dinero
Esos hijo 'e puta que miraban desde un patrullero
La vida mala que nos gana pa' serte sincero
El diablo nos cortó las alas y apodó "Bardero"

Sin camiseta por el barrio a buscar mi dinero
Esos hijo 'e puta que miraban desde un patrullero
La vida mala que nos gana pa' serte sincero
El diablo nos miró a la cara y nos dijo "Bardero$"

Esto es pa' el que no respeta, los ingredientes de nuestra receta
No entienden cómo los bandidos pueden ser poetas
Si yo escribo drogao' encima de una servilleta
Porque si agarro el celu me distraigo con sus tetas

Microphone checka, suenan los Bardero$
Cantándole al falopero, vendiéndole al petrolero
Con el rancho y el Crackero, el chuleta y mis compañeros
Que supieron ser Bardero$ desde que comenzó el juego

Pero, otra vez siento a la muerte cerca
Me tiene las puertas abiertas, se me aflojan las tuercas
Yo que cabalgo la droga y a rienda suelta
Le doy un toque antes de ir a dormir la siesta

Perdón si te molesta que maneje la orquesta
Pero yo vivo en esta, subiendo las apuestas
Mi gente nunca sabe nada, no contesta
Volvió Bardero$ puta, el barrio está de fiesta

Sin camiseta por el barrio a buscar mi dinero
Esos hijo 'e puta que miraban desde un patrullero
La vida mala que nos gana pa' serte sincero
El diablo nos cortó las alas y apodó "Bardero"

Sin camiseta por el barrio a buscar mi dinero
Esos hijo 'e puta que miraban desde un patrullero
La vida mala que nos gana pa' serte sincero
El diablo nos miró a la cara y nos dijo "Bardero$"

No Shirt

No shirt through the neighborhood to find my money
Those sons of bitches that were watching from a patrol car
The bad life that wins us over, to be honest with you
The devil cut off our wings and nicknamed us "Bardero"

No shirt through the neighborhood to find my money
Those sons of bitches that were watching from a patrol car
The bad life that wins us over, to be honest with you
The devil looked us in the face and said "Bardero$"

Hey kid, I arrived, make way for me
The devil cut off my wings, bitch give me a hit
I wake up Homer to see the sunset
Your shit is not good enough against so much style

I'm smoking a snow cone and chewing gum
I'm snorting cocaine up my septum
I can't even answer you, my face is melting
Life is too short for me to explain it to you

What the hell am I talking about? Street and mud courts
Going out at 4 AM to buy cheese and cigarettes
However, I'll take a bitter bite
I don't need to show you what I'm worth

"Hey boy, this is a dog's life"
That's what the devil told us that night on the hill
Bad life, weapons and money
Now they're going to be Bardero$ until the day they die

No shirt through the neighborhood to find my money
Those sons of bitches that were watching from a patrol car
The bad life that wins us over, to be honest with you
The devil cut off our wings and nicknamed us "Bardero"

No shirt through the neighborhood to find my money
Those sons of bitches that were watching from a patrol car
The bad life that wins us over, to be honest with you
The devil looked us in the face and said "Bardero$"

This is for those who don't respect the ingredients of our recipe
They don't understand how bandits can be poets
If I write down what's on my mind on a napkin
Because if I grab my cell phone I'll get distracted by your tits

Microphone check, the Bardero$ are playing
Singing to the cokehead, selling to the oilman
With the ranch and the Crackero, the stabber and my friends
Who knew how to be Bardero$ from the beginning of the game

But, once again I feel death nearby
It has the doors open for me, my nuts are loosening
I who ride the drug with abandon
I'll take a hit before I go to bed for a nap

Sorry if you mind that I run the show
But I live in this, raising the stakes
My people never know anything, they don't answer
Bardero$ is back bitch, the neighborhood is partying

No shirt through the neighborhood to find my money
Those sons of bitches that were watching from a patrol car
The bad life that wins us over, to be honest with you
The devil cut off our wings and nicknamed us "Bardero"

No shirt through the neighborhood to find my money
Those sons of bitches that were watching from a patrol car
The bad life that wins us over, to be honest with you
The devil looked us in the face and said "Bardero$"