Текст и перевод песни Bascur - Estoy Muerto

Estoy Muerto

Estoy muerto pa aquel que por la espalda me odia
De frente ama me lo mama y mas paranoya
Imagina mi velorio, mi cajon,
Mi funeral no vengay a desearme el bien si siempre me deseaste el mal
Estoy muerto pa aquel que po la espalda me odia
De frente ama me lo mama y mas paranoya
Imagina mi velorio,
Mi cajon mi funeral ese clavel de mierda metetelo en tu zona anal
Yo me quiero y me llevo fe
Simple
Me entiendes loco no es de bolatra pero es q usted se quiere poco
Dicen que soy un maldito por eso es que me maldicen
Soy el unico diablo rapiando que el de arria' bendice
Como tu rap de mierda no da fruto
Buscan trifulca sin razon pa' colgarse de un chuto
Se que escuchas a bas y tu cara se disgusta me
Tira peras por face para que le pongan me gusta
Pero tranqui que conosco a varios como tu
Que a espaldas te tiran guano y de frente cambian de actitud
Y te dicen no hermano yo pense que eray distinto
Doble cara chupame las bolas a un ritmo de un glucho
No cambiare mis letras ni mis coros, me explico
Estoy conciente que tambien me escuchan brocas chicos
Pero si ustedes quieren hagan rap a parbulos
Se trata de libre exprecion y hoy voy a rajar culos
Estoy muerto pa' aquel que por la espalda me odia
De frente ama, me lo mama y mas paranoya
Imagina mi velorio, mi cajon,
Mi funeral no vengay a desearme el bien si siempre me deseaste el mal
Estoy muerto pa' aquel que por la espalda me odio
De frente ama, me lo mama y mas paranoya
Imagina mi velorio, mi cajon, mi funeral
Ese clavel de mierda metetelo en tu zona anal
Como soy experto en esto pondre al dia a algunos raperos
Que piensan q muchos de aca somos faranduleros
Lo mas facil seria ignorar al bochinchero
Pero solo por gusto le rompo el culo al chaquetero
Que pensaran que nacimos rapiando o que
El estudio nos estubo ahi siempre esperando
Dedicao' al oyente bipolar y al productor que
Piensa que por invitarte te esta haciendo un favor
Esta turbia la atmosfera y no es na una tontera
Llueven los abrasos falsos de los hombres manos de tijera
Yo solo estare cuando la gente con la que yo
Transe sea una linea para evitar un percanse
Estoy muerto pa' ustedes la wea esta asi
Y es cierto no soy simpatico cuando escribo
Pero la diferencia facil se puede persivir
No soy un doble estandar todo lo que rimo te lo digo en vivo
Estoy muerto pa' aquel que por la espalda me odia
De frente ama, me lo mama y mas paranoya
Imagina mi velorio, mi cajon,
Mi funeral no vengay a desearme el bien si siempre me deseaste el mal
Estoy muerto pa' aquel que por la espalda me odia
De frente ama, me lo mama y mas paranoya
Imagina mi velorio, mi cajon,
Mi funeral ese clavel de mierda metetelo en tu zona anal
End

I'm Dead

I'm dead to the one who hates me behind my back
In front of me, she loves me, sucks it, and more paranoia
Imagine my wake, my coffin,
My funeral, don't come to wish me well if you always wished me bad
I'm dead to the one who hates me behind my back
In front of me, she loves me, sucks it, and more paranoia
Imagine my wake,
My coffin, my funeral, that shitty carnation, stick it up your anal zone
I love myself and I have faith
Simple
You understand, crazy, it's not bullshit but it's that you don't love yourself
They say I'm a damn bastard that's why they curse me
I'm the only rapping devil that the one above blesses
Since your shitty rap doesn't bear fruit
You look for a fight without reason to hang from a nipple
I know you listen to Bas and your face gets disgusted
You throw pears on Facebook so they can like it
But chill, I know several like you
Who throw shit at you behind your back and change their attitude in front
And they tell you, no bro, I thought you were different
Two-faced, suck my balls to the rhythm of a sucker
I won't change my lyrics or my choruses, let me explain
I'm aware that little kids also listen to me
But if you want, make rap for toddlers
It's about freedom of expression and today I'm going to rip asses
I'm dead to the one who hates me behind my back
In front of me, she loves me, sucks it, and more paranoia
Imagine my wake, my coffin,
My funeral, don't come to wish me well if you always wished me bad
I'm dead to the one who hates me behind my back
In front of me, she loves me, sucks it, and more paranoia
Imagine my wake, my coffin, my funeral
That shitty carnation, stick it up your anal zone
Since I'm an expert in this, I'll update some rappers
Who think that many of us here are showbiz people
The easiest thing would be to ignore the loudmouth
But just for fun, I'll break the ass of the two-faced
Who would think that we were born rapping or that
The studio was always there waiting for us
Dedicated to the bipolar listener and the producer who
Thinks that by inviting you they are doing you a favor
The atmosphere is murky and it's not a trifle
False hugs from scissorhand men are raining down
I'll only be there when the people I
Hang out with are a line to avoid a mishap
I'm dead to you, that's the way it is
And it's true, I'm not nice when I write
But the difference is easy to perceive
I'm not a double standard, everything I rhyme I tell you live
I'm dead to the one who hates me behind my back
In front of me, she loves me, sucks it, and more paranoia
Imagine my wake, my coffin,
My funeral, don't come to wish me well if you always wished me bad
I'm dead to the one who hates me behind my back
In front of me, she loves me, sucks it, and more paranoia
Imagine my wake, my coffin,
My funeral, that shitty carnation, stick it up your anal zone
End