En Forma III - Blake перевод на английский

En Forma III

¿Vas sobrao? calla, quita de en medio que viene el "papa"
No me gusta sacarme la polla de
Esta manera, pero es que hace falta aquí
Hay mucho moda "Stupid", Tu aprendiste de mi
Deja de creerte Dios e intenta rapear así
Me cago en la p que te ha parido no me vengas de subido tú
Frente a esta métrica, mi talento se sale de esta época
Me miran por encima de el hombro, de qué, tú eres estética
Yo no hago un tema de pena mi pana, canto y se te empina mejor medita
Mira como domo la palabra, men,
Tu habla que no tienes este gen de genio
Yo te enseño, ven, abre la mente corre, métete dentro, e imagina
Que siendo el mejor te tratan como un raper sin más
Lo siento de veras, pero me toca asumir el papel de quien soy
A partir hoy, para ti yo soy DIOS, toy
Estás viendo la sacada del año, niño,
Vete para el baño y dile al rebaño que siga pastando
Hoy voy a mil, fácil bro, tu no eres yo, te cuesta
Vas de que la revientas, pero no mientas más y afronta
No saben rapear y me cuentan que reinventan pero compa'
Te sacan de tu estilo y puedo usarte como alfombra

"Abrakadabra", saco la vara pa dar a mamar a esa panda,
Me encanta, se creen tanto y lo pongo a bailar kan kan
Mira la cara de que fan, que se le ha quedado a tu klan, man
Silaba a silaba vuelve "ali ba ba" del hip hop
B.L.K.se la saca, ¿novedad? ja ja
Claro que si, oh shit, yo no vendo pajas
No paro ni para mear man HIT tras HIT
Dejo a todos eso rapers como Pepa Pig
Para calarme a mi, hay que medium... o brujo
Tu eres un intento, yo un talento de lujo
Mira como el loco coloca tu coco poco a poco
Socorro, estoy poseido por un flow bárbaro
Ya pasó, niño, chss... duérmete
No querias rap, toma B.L.K. apréndete
La lección para siempre, men, no jodas con quien te
Puede hacer quedar con el culo como un tren de
Renfe, tu ten fe, que de la fe se creen
Que esto depende de lo aparente y tu aparentas que te reinventas
Pero no cuentas na en los temas solo quieres más "Plays"
Y te extraña que la gente solo quiera más Blake
Ok, mira el que solo entonaba
Vaya follada, mama
Mira el que solo entonaba...

In Shape III

Feeling cocky? Shut up, get out of the way, the "boss" is coming
I don't like to whip it out
Like this, but it's necessary here
There's a lot of "Stupid" fashion, you learned from me
Stop believing you're God and try to rap like this
Damn the p that gave birth to you, don't come at me all high and mighty
Against this metric, my talent transcends this era
They look down on me, what, you're just aesthetics
I don't make a sad song, my friend, I sing and you get hard, better meditate
Look how I tame the word, man,
You talk but you don't have this genius gene
I'll teach you, come on, open your mind, run, get inside, and imagine
That being the best, they treat you like just another rapper
I'm truly sorry, but I have to assume the role of who I am
From today on, for you, I am GOD, toy
You're witnessing the pull of the year, kid,
Go to the bathroom and tell the flock to keep grazing
Today I'm going a thousand, easy bro, you're not me, it's hard for you
You act like you're killing it, but stop lying and face it
They don't know how to rap and they tell me they're reinventing, but buddy
I'll take you out of your style and use you as a rug

"Abracadabra", I pull out the stick to give that bunch something to suck on,
I love it, they think so highly of themselves, and I make them dance the can-can
Look at the fan face your clan has, man
Syllable by syllable, the "ali ba ba" of hip hop returns
B.L.K. pulls it off, what's new? haha
Of course, oh shit, I don't sell straw
I don't even stop to pee, man, HIT after HIT
I leave all those rappers like Peppa Pig
To understand me, you need a medium... or a witch doctor
You're an attempt, I'm a luxury talent
Look how the madman places your coconut little by little
Help, I'm possessed by a barbaric flow
It's over, kid, shhh... go to sleep
You wanted rap, take B.L.K., learn it
The lesson forever, man, don't mess with who can
Make you end up with your ass like a Renfe train
Have faith, from faith they believe
That this depends on appearances and you pretend to reinvent yourself
But you don't say anything in the songs, you just want more "Plays"
And it's strange to you that people just want more Blake
Ok, look at the one who only used to sing
What a fuck, mama
Look at the one who only used to sing...