Текст и перевод песни Bastardos Del Barrio - Dealers Bars (feat. Soul Big Barras, Jey P, Sensei Aka & Blessed Ghetto Kid)

Dealers Bars (feat. Soul Big Barras, Jey P, Sensei Aka & Blessed Ghetto Kid)

Estan pendiente de mi vida "The Truman Show"
Regalando una sonrisa con el cora broke
Años tratando de princesas a esas que son hoes
Dejo el alma por mi reina aunque ella diga no
Con los ojos empañados... John Coffey
En una pista Lo-fi milagros inesperados
Tirando los dados mis deseos moví,
Haciendo de este hobby mi sueño dorado
Si me he quebrado le encontré la vuelta
Hasta cuando han ignorado, en un mal momento.
He aprendido con el tiempo que el reconocimiento que mas amo
Es el de mi sobrina al cruzar la puerta.
Cierro los ojos, entrego el alma
Escribo un tema, sostengo el arma.
21 gramos que me pesan cuando no hallo calma
Son mis miedos mas preciados dentro de mi palma
Dealer′s Bar's, Miller′s para killer rap's
Viven mas en skilles ran, que me piden tracks! (Nigga!)
Dealer's Bar′s, Miller′s para killer rap's
Viven mas en skilles ran, que me piden mas...
A todo o na′, bajo el cielo de la city autónoma.
Amo tus curvas like snap cocodrile.
Frente al anti-pop tus followers no importan na'
Mi manager va al frente "Suge Knigth"
Crew′s High's, (Ups!) agarre el loop mal.
Moob bang, new′s Wu tang's (Ups!)
Antes me volvía crazy por tu love ma'
Ahora grabo bajo el "Shot by" por lucrar
Tu novio me odia, dice ser diferente
Pero me copia, desde las bamba′ hasta el ribete.
Ellos solo mienten, mami cargo con un team de hitmakers
Polo Players.
El mas hijo de puta de esta nueva era.
Con los ojos apuntando donde mas te duela.
Bstr2 escuela, en meses cocine la escena
Quiero cuatro europeas, casaca de Patrick Vieira.
Dealer′s Bar's, Miller′s para killer rap's
Viven mas en skilles ran, que me piden tracks! (Nigga!)
Dealer′s Bar's, Miller′s para killer rap's
Viven mas en skilles ran, que me piden mas...
¿Los bastardos cuanto ganan?
No crean esa mierda de la envidia sana.
Alcanzan su paz con xanax.
Guardan su inocencia junto con gorras planas.
Divagan el tracks pero su rap no emana
Lo que veo en sucesos, Max Payne en tiempo bala.
Cuentan experiencias que no ganan.
Con rostros de niño like Dybala.
Perdón mamá si me vez sin ganas
Pero guardo voluntad pa'no matarme esta semana.
Kung Fu clothing, rhymes katanas;
Amazing bars junto a mis panas, sueño liviano floto en mi cama
Arruino mis noches, gasto mis días.
Soy M.U.C.H.O. pero con poca autonomía.
Mi amor no es culpa mía, respiro melancolía.
Maldigo como Mercutio, una gracia sombría.
Dealer′s Bar′s, Miller's para killer rap′s
Viven mas en skilles ran, que me piden tracks! (Nigga!)
Dealer's Bar′s, Miller's para killer rap′s
Viven mas en skilles ran, que me piden mas...
You know my name, i'm a player
Vengo de un barrio obrero, Cerro Porteño
Mis barras no se explican ni por Genius
Gorra y chomba a lo Tyger Woods, mi class is senior
Todos esos ñeris están buscando su norte
Unos de Polo y Tommy, otros de Nikes con resortes
Defiendo mi área como en la zaga Laporte
Avalado por barberos por eso destaco en cortes.
Afiliado a esta mierda y eso que no es SADAIC
Este gremio me hará rico y me vera morir.
Lo hago por los que decían que solo era un hobby
Lo hago por la fam-, por mi future, por mis hommies.
No bitchs, mi mente esta en blanco like Snow Beach
Voy a irme en el equipo del debut como Kobe
Recorro C.A.B.A, lo hago husstling
Leyenda de la costa, die a lo Alfonsina Storni.

Dealers Bars (feat. Soul Big Barras, Jey P, Sensei Aka & Blessed Ghetto Kid)

They're watching my life "The Truman Show"
Giving the gift of a smile with the cora broke
Years trying to princesses to those who are hoes
I leave my soul for my queen even if she says no
With misty eyes... John Coffey
On a Lo-fi track unexpected miracles
Rolling the dice my wishes moved,
Making this hobby my golden dream
If I have broken I found the way back
Even when they have ignored, at a bad time.
I have learned over time that the recognition I love the most
It's the one of my niece walking through the door.
I close my eyes, I surrender my soul
I write a topic, I hold the gun.
21 grams that weigh me down when I can't find calm
They are my most precious fears inside my palm
Dealer's Bar's, Miller's for killer rap's
They live more in skilles ran, they ask me for tracks! (Nigga!)
Dealer's Bar's, Miller's for killer rap's
They live more in skilles ran, they ask me for more...
To everything or na', under the sky of the autonomous city.
I love your curves like crocodile snap.
In the face of anti-pop your followers don't matter na'
My manager goes to the front "Suge Knight"
Crew's High's, (Oops!) grab the loop wrong.
Moob bang, new's Wu tang's (Oops!)
I used to get crazy for your love ma'
Now I record under the "Shot by" for profit
Your boyfriend hates me, he claims to be different
But he copies me, from the bamba' to the edging.
They just lie, mommy I charge with a team of hitmakers
Polo Players.
The son of a bitch of this new era.
With your eyes pointed where it hurts the most.
Bstr2 school, in months cook the scene
I want four European, Patrick Vieira jacket.
Dealer's Bar's, Miller's for killer rap's
They live more in skilles ran, they ask me for tracks! (Nigga!)
Dealer's Bar's, Miller's for killer rap's
They live more in skilles ran, they ask me for more...
How much do the bastards make?
Don't believe that healthy envy shit.
They achieve their peace with Xanax.
They guard their innocence along with flat caps.
They ramble the tracks but their rap doesn't emanate
What I see in events, Max Payne in bullet time.
They tell experiences that do not win.
With children's faces like Dybala.
Sorry mom if you see me without desire
But I keep willing to not kill myself this week.
Kung Fu clothing, rhymes katanas;
Amazing bars next to my panas, light sleep I float on my bed
I ruin my nights, I waste my days.
I am a M.U.C.H.O. but with little autonomy.
My love is not my fault, I breathe melancholy.
I curse like Mercutio, a grim grace.
Dealer's Bar's, Miller's for killer rap's
They live more in skilles ran, they ask me for tracks! (Nigga!)
Dealer's Bar's, Miller's for killer rap's
They live more in skilles ran, they ask me for more...
You know my name, I'm a player
I come from a working-class neighborhood, Cerro Porteño
My bars can't even be explained by Genius
Cap and chomba a lo Tyger Woods, mi class is senior
All those nerds are looking for their north
Some of Polo and Tommy, others of Nikes with springs
I defend my area as in the lag Laporte
Endorsed by barbers that's why I stand out in cuts.
Affiliated with this shit and that's not SADAIC
This guild will make me rich and watch me die.
I do it for those who said it was just a hobby
I do it for the fam-, for my future, for my hommies.
No bitchs, my mind is blank like Snow Beach
I'm going to leave on the debut team like Kobe
I run through C.A.B.A, I do husstling
Legend of the coast, die a lo Alfonsina Storni.