Текст и перевод песни Big Lokote feat. Estilo & Razur - Gangsta Shit

Gangsta Shit

Yea yea ahora si jaja solucionamos todo
Yea oh yea oho yea
Skillz como percee p, no mercy g
Crazy shit, lo que escribo con el pencil kid
Venci mil y vos con un estilo barato de imbecil bitch
Flashas de laddy di
Ey vivi demasiado, soy un desquiciado
Terrorista como eddie dee
Let it be, el rapero de raperos como heavy d
Paid in full como eric b
Y rakim en la street escuchando heather b
Vicera de los lakers, si, oh
Mi nena lo sabe, soy un perro son pedigree oh
Solo vi la ronda y pedi el mic
Les di hiphop real en el cypher, most wanted
Solo necesito ese ring y dos guantes
¿Vos cual te parece que yo tenia que hacer?
Si el arte me dio vida y hoy volvi a nacer
That's right browky, la vida me golpeo cual roky
Y yo me hice adicto del rap, cual de su droga un yonki
Estoy con los que me vieron crecer, en esta calle que me hizo ver hermanos fallecer
Damn girl! la vida es tan triste
Los que mas querias en este mundo se van, viste?
Yo flashe con porquerias y scan mister
Sali del mambo de la calle y grabar un mixtape
Oh shit! que flow tiene ese pibe
A mi me gusta como escribe
Mm no se, para mi que no la vive
Dicen que el publico decide
Los unicos criticos son los mios, que zarpen los giles
Wordup para todos los killers
Underground shit desde el hood para que vaciles
Camines, mires la secuencia cuando gires
Por ese barrio que vio morir a miles de pibes, no lo olvides
Underground shit desde baires suena en tu barrio y no sale en la radio
Con mis hermanos compartiendo freestile, flor y escabio
Camino en el vecindario
La misma actitud de siempre en el escenario, oh
Resina en los labios
A mi hermanito caido siempre me convido un trago, lo visito y prendo ese caño
That's right dude, ando chilling whit my crew
Rolando otro, escuchando gin&juice de snoop, oh
All de bitches in the club
Aunque estemos pato siempre aparece ese blunt...
Esa rama, quemando miro el panorama
Pensando homie no more drama, la calle me llama
Y yo siempre le contesto...
Uno cosecha lo que siembra por eso ya no protesto, oh
Un fallo grotesco fue pensar que iba a dejar esto
Si callo no cresco, oh
Elevar mi mente en textos, ayudo a ser mas de lo que paresco
¿Mi estilo? fresco, oh
Es lo que te ofresco
Siempre sumo, no resto, ando con lo puesto
Nunca sigo las modas, voy por lo opuesto
Me levanto con rap y es que asi me acuesto
Me destaco del resto por mi estilo
No ando en busca de un puesto, vacilo
Tranquilo, como en un principio, como los homies de siempre en el mismo sitio
No compro ni vendo, no como vidrio
Primero tengo la idea, despues la paso en limpio
Y sigue el ciclo, fumando de esas flores preciadas dentro de un ziploc
Les suelto hiphop
De verdad de la calle, no de estudio
Vivencias entre drogas, escabios, golpes de puño
Esto es consti, no new york
Pero te traigo el estilo mas real como too short
Oh god! cuidado que en la jungla despertaron lobos

Gangsta Shit

Yeah yeah, now we got it haha, we solved everything
Yeah oh yeah oho yeah
Skillz like Perce P, no mercy G
Crazy shit, what I write with the pencil kid
I conquered a thousand, and you with a cheap imbecile bitch style
Flashing like Laddi Di
Ey, I've lived too much, I'm a madman
Terrorist like Eddie Dee
Let it be, the rapper of rappers like Heavy D
Paid in full like Eric B
And Rakim on the street listening to Heather B
Lakers visor, yeah, oh
My girl knows it, I'm a pedigree dog, oh
I just saw the circle and asked for the mic
I gave them real hip hop in the cypher, most wanted
I just need that ring and two gloves
What do you think I had to do?
If art gave me life and today I was born again
That's right browky, life hit me like Rocky
And I became addicted to rap, like a junkie to his drug
I'm with those who saw me grow up, on this street that made me see brothers die
Damn girl! Life is so sad
The ones you loved the most in this world are leaving, you see?
I tripped on crap and Scan Mister
I got out of the street mess and recorded a mixtape
Oh shit! That kid has flow
I like how he writes
Mm, I don't know, I think he doesn't live it
They say the public decides
The only critics are mine, let the fools set sail
Word up to all the killers
Underground shit from the hood for you to rock to
Walk, watch the sequence when you turn
For that neighborhood that saw thousands of kids die, don't forget it
Underground shit from Buenos Aires sounds in your neighborhood and doesn't play on the radio
With my brothers sharing freestyle, weed, and drinks
I walk in the neighborhood
The same attitude as always on stage, oh
Resin on my lips
My fallen brother always offered me a drink, I visit him and light that joint
That's right dude, I'm chilling with my crew
Rolling another one, listening to Gin & Juice by Snoop, oh
All the bitches in the club
Even if we're broke, that blunt always appears...
That branch, burning, I look at the panorama
Thinking homie, no more drama, the street calls me
And I always answer it...
You reap what you sow, that's why I don't protest anymore, oh
A grotesque mistake was to think that I was going to leave this
If I shut up, I don't grow, oh
Elevating my mind in texts, I help to be more than I seem
My style? Fresh, oh
It's what I offer you
I always add, I don't subtract, I walk with what I have on
I never follow trends, I go for the opposite
I wake up with rap and that's how I go to sleep
I stand out from the rest because of my style
I'm not looking for a position, I'm just chilling
Calm, like in the beginning, like the homies always in the same place
I don't buy or sell, I don't eat glass
First I have the idea, then I pass it clean
And the cycle continues, smoking those precious flowers inside a Ziploc
I give them hip hop
Real from the street, not from the studio
Experiences between drugs, drinks, fist fights
This is Consti, not New York
But I bring you the realest style like Too Short
Oh god! Watch out, wolves have awakened in the jungle