Текст и перевод песни Bascur feat. Massibo - Mi Droga

Mi Droga

Yeaaah la gran masacree!
Masibbo- bascur(bassss)
Esto es rap qe va del zoronka wacho
Rap de calle pa la calle
Si te duele lo siento
Dile dile dile...

Mi hip hop, mi droga.
Mi getho, mi zona.
Latino, mi sangre.
My people, mi ejambre.

Puro frio (heeee), lo' que siempre han tenido
Aqui abundan los reales y jamas lo engrupido
Fueron lios y botella lo que malcriaron a esto enfermo del rap que siempre mal miraron (huuu)
Ahora aqui estamos dejando secuela el rap fue el profe y la lleka nuestra escuela asi que veeela piensala!!! si entrai' en nuestra zona que pueden que esa frase tullas mueran de ematoma.
No razona mi mente con tu rap al frente vo nunca la hay visto mejor ponte lente siente el extasis de este par de mc no vivi lo que deci del rap eres un aprendis
La esquina fueron el lugar de comienzo donde conoci a rimar y tambien lo excesos ahora preso soy del verso si de aplauso y no de peso tu rap preso por que pienso por que a vo te faltan sesos

Mi hip hop, mi droga.
Mi getho, mi zona.
Latino, mi sangre.
My people, mi ejambre.

Oye raja lisa RAPEA!!! pa qe me cage de la risa
Das cascajadas hermano hasta tu gente lo divisa por eso sera simple y ahora mismo te lo explico el escenario te lo achico y el estilo te triplico
Terremoto provoco si es quee no contengo el lapiz maylirisong te habla tu papi chpame la japi!!!! CHUPALO!!!
De mi habla las weas que quieras cualquiera puede hacerr eso pero en rap no me supera
Y lo save y te duele por eso te causo empanto bascur CTM
Como chucha rima tanto
Ni siquiera yo lo se rapiare hasta con el terno mientra vo pediay jugete yo pedia 2 cuaderno
Represento santiago la cuarta y todo chile correctile a tu dealer que rimas trafico miles
Este killer no se mide persige hasta matarlo mientra me sobre cerebro imposible igualarlo

Mi hip hop, mi droga.
Mi getho, mi zona.
Latino, mi sangre
My people, mi ejambre.

My Drug

Yeah, the great massacre!
Masibbo - Bascur (bass)
This is rap that's from the trap, my man.
Street rap for the streets
If it hurts, I'm sorry.
Tell me, tell me, tell me...

My hip hop, my drug.
My ghetto, my hood.
Latino, my blood.
My people, my swarm.

Pure cold (heeee), what they've always had.
Here the real ones abound, and never the puffed-up ones.
It was fights and bottles that spoiled this sicko of rap that they always looked at badly (huuu).
Now here we are, leaving a sequel. Rap was the teacher and our crew the school, so check it out! Think about it!!! If you enter our zone, it's possible that those phrases of yours will die of hematoma.
My mind is not rational with your rap in front, I've never seen it better. Put on your glasses. Feel the ecstasy of this pair of MCs. I didn't live what I say about rap. You're an apprentice.
The corner was the place of beginning Where I learned to rhyme and also excesses Now I'm a prisoner of the verse If of applause and not of weight Your rap is in jail because I think because you lack brains.

My hip hop, my drug.
My ghetto, my hood.
Latino, my blood.
My people, my swarm.

Hey, Honey, RAP!!! So that I can laugh my ass off.
You make me laugh, brother. Even your people see it. That's why it'll be simple, and I'll explain it to you right now. I'll shorten the stage and triple the style.
I provoke an earthquake if I don't hold back the pencil. Maylirisong is talking to you, daddy. Kiss my ass!!!! SUCK IT!!!
You can talk shit about me all you want. Anyone can do that. But you can't beat me in rap.
And you know it and it hurts you. That's why I make you look bad. Bascur, you son of a bitch.
How the hell does he rhyme so much?
Not even I know. I'll even rap in a suit while you were asking for toys. I was asking for 2 notebooks.
I represent Santiago, the fourth, and all of Chile. Run to your dealer, because I traffic rhymes by the thousands.
This killer doesn't measure himself. He stalks until he kills. As long as I have a brain, it's impossible to match.

My hip hop, my drug.
My ghetto, my hood.
Latino, my blood
My people, my swarm.