Текст и перевод песни Bimbo El Padrino - Real Talk

Real Talk

I'm Back Real hip hop de puerto rico
Para el mundo entero se soltó el cuatro cero
The movie makers that's right
El demolition team este es el turno de nosotros
Muchos no se llevan con bimbo
Porque soy real hablo claro y yo no vendo sueño
Aquí no se lo mamo a nadie y soy dueño de todo lo que tengo
Su mala fe ami no me engaña puerquitos ustedes no me sacan de tiempo
Te matriculaste en mi clase cabrón y en mi escuela yo soy quien los cuelgo
Ya el gordo está viejo pa cuento me tiran la mala difaman
Papi shampoo dile como es que lo hacemos y ver si es verdad que ellos pueden hacerlo
I am bad boy yo si que eh corrió la seca y la meca
De amelia cataño hace rato que los deje a to ustedes en la meta
Ustedes son trili lo siento silly boy pero no dieron la talla
Sonó la campana y de la esquina de ustedes tiraron la toalla
Que clase de bochorno le como el culo a tu combo
Al gordo no le da pena por eso los cojo rápido y los rompo
La verdadera escuela haciendo su gran entrada
Y sino te gusta a la buena lo podemos hacer a la mala
Firme mantengo mi mirada cuentas claras mantiene amistades
Lo siento pero en esta vuelta ya no hay quien me pare im back
En este combo somos poco hip hop musica pa gangsters
Compararse con nosotros ustedes son locos
Sentirán la furia haters frontean solo maúllan
Ya tire la mía esperando la tuya
En este combo somos poco hip hop musica pa gangsters
Compararse con nosotros ustedes son locos
Sentirán la furia haters frontean solo maúllan
Ya tire la mía esperando la tuya
Y me mantengo firme y no vivo de la farándula ni de los bochinches
Tienen que matarme en la raya antes de yo rendirme
Pendejo no soy soy humilde dale cojeme a chiste
Tira la mala que cuando me salga tu número te fuiste
Yo vengo de puertorro sólido y duro como las paredes del morro
El demolition team y yo soy quien lo corro
Estamos en demanda y ustedes ya pasaron de moda
Tiraron pa que me jodiera pero se jodieron ustedes ahora
Y me los tripeo soy bimbo y yo tiro pa'lante y controlo mi juego
Dicen que le meten mas duro que yp pero donde estan que no los veo
Y no me limito por eso tuve que sacarle los pies a toitos
Ya que ninguno llenaron los requisitos
Pa estar aquí hay que ser soldado de guerra y estar alerta
No te dejes llevar por lo que te digan que quieren cerrar la tienda
No Mires pa tras que quieren y olvídate de toa esa gente que inventan
Que pronto le vamos a cerrar la tienda
En este combo somos poco hip hop musica pa gangsters
Compararse con nosotros ustedes son locos
Sentirán la furia haters frontean solo maúllan
Ya tire la mía esperando la tuya

Real Talk

I'm back, real hip-hop from Puerto Rico
For the whole world, the four-zero is unleashed
The movie makers, that's right
The demolition team, it's our turn
Many don't get along with Bimbo
Because I'm real, I speak clearly, and I don't sell dreams
Here, I don't suck up to anyone, and I own everything I have
Your bad faith doesn't fool me, piggies, you can't get me out of my rhythm
You enrolled in my class, asshole, and in my school, I'm the one who hangs them up
The fat guy is too old for stories, they throw shade and defame
Papi Shampoo, tell them how we do it and see if it's true that they can do it
I am a bad boy, I've run the dry and the mecca
From Amelia to Cataño, I left all of you at the finish line a long time ago
You guys are silly, I'm sorry, silly boy, but you didn't measure up
The bell rang, and from your corner, you threw in the towel
What a shame, I eat your crew's ass
The fat guy isn't ashamed, that's why I grab them quickly and break them
The real school making its grand entrance
And if you don't like it the good way, we can do it the bad way
I keep my gaze firm, clear accounts maintain friendships
I'm sorry, but in this round, there's no one to stop me, I'm back
In this crew, we are few, hip-hop music for gangsters
Comparing yourselves to us, you guys are crazy
You will feel the fury, haters front, they just meow
I already threw mine, waiting for yours
In this crew, we are few, hip-hop music for gangsters
Comparing yourselves to us, you guys are crazy
You will feel the fury, haters front, they just meow
I already threw mine, waiting for yours
And I stay firm, and I don't live off gossip or scandals
You have to kill me on the line before I give up
I'm not stupid, I'm humble, come on, take me as a joke
Throw the shade, because when your number comes up, you're gone
I come from Puerto Rico, solid and hard like the walls of the Morro
The demolition team, and I'm the one who runs it
We are in demand, and you guys are already out of fashion
You threw to screw me over, but you screwed yourselves now
And I trip on them, I'm Bimbo, and I move forward and control my game
They say they hit harder than YP, but where are they? I don't see them
And I don't limit myself, that's why I had to get everyone out of my way
Since none of them met the requirements
To be here, you have to be a war soldier and be alert
Don't be swayed by what they tell you, they want to close the shop
Don't look back, they want to, and forget about all those people who invent
That we are going to close the shop soon
In this crew, we are few, hip-hop music for gangsters
Comparing yourselves to us, you guys are crazy
You will feel the fury, haters front, they just meow
I already threw mine, waiting for yours