Текст и перевод песни Bufalo Dit - Te Va a Doler

Te Va a Doler

Yeah, el hijo de la gran búfala hermano
Se enciende el beat hermano
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler

Te aconsejo no compitas, ni te mitas conmigo
Va a doler loco, te va a doler
No venga a probar suerte
Si no siente y solo miente
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler

Traigo descarga conviná con amplía carga de franqueza
Mi cerebro se expresa, el cupier lo hechan
Yo vivo en esa lealta′ que no se vive hoy
No olvide voy y vuelvo, pon la mesa
Sin dormirse, ante practica sínica
Aguanto la critica, aguanta mi lírica
Este es mi puesto, vengo por el fajo
Lo mio no es talento, estudio y trabajo
El monstruo sigue suelto y escribiendo por dos
A rostro descubierto, vengo con to' y por
Dio′, bendiga al que no ostiga y pida a la vida
Si la va camina ma' allá esa esquina y mira quién volvió
Soy yo, abre lo' ojo′ pa′ que la vea
Volví a dar pelea, tartamudea
Traigo una fuerte bulla, cuida el puchi,
Camarón que se duerme, termina hecho sushi

Te va a doler loco, te va a doler
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler

Te aconsejo no compitas, ni te mitas conmigo
Va a doler loco, te va a doler
No venga a probar suerte
Si no siente y solo miente
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler

Traigo el cerebro desgastao y un cuaderno hecho bolsa
La pluma engorda, mis letras pesan onsas
Rockea la nuca o te educa al respecto más de una luca
Mintiendo ocupa tu tiempo o tu talento
Camino con calma sin adversario, le pego al angulo, no al travesaño
Rapear es patológico y hereditario, peldaño a peldaño hermano
Lo sabe mi barrio
Escribir es mi terapia de autoayuda,
Soy un hijo de bufa, fumando ruda
No tengo duda la verda' es cruda
Y tu no escribe′ ni aunque te apellide' Neruda
No es nuestra casa, es nuestra medialuna
No somo′ hippie, solo ella' estan desnuda
Estoy de vuelta sin diana y sin juda,
Soy un hijo de la gran bufala loco, de vuelta a la cuna

Te va a doler loco, te va a doler
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler

Te aconsejo no compitas, ni te mitas conmigo
Va a doler loco, te va a doler
No venga a probar suerte
Si no siente y solo miente
Te va a doler loco, te va a doler

It’s Gonna Hurt

Yeah, the son of the great buffalo, bro
The beat is on, bro
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt

I advise you not to compete or mess with me
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
Don't come try your luck
If you don’t feel it and you’re only lying
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt

I bring a discharge combined with a wide load of frankness
My brain expresses itself, they fire the croupier
I live in that loyalty that is not lived today
Don't forget I'm going and coming back, set the table
Without sleeping, before cynical practice
I withstand criticism, withstand my lyrics
This is my place, I come for the wad
Mine is not talent, it’s study and work
The monster is still loose and writing for two
With an uncovered face, I come with everything and for
God, bless the one who doesn't bother and asks for life
If you're walking past that corner, look who's back
It’s me, open your eyes so you can see
I came back to fight, you stutter
I bring a strong noise, take care of your ass
The shrimp that falls asleep ends up made into sushi

It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt

I advise you not to compete or mess with me
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
Don't come try your luck
If you don’t feel it and you’re only lying
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt

I bring a worn out brain and a notebook made into a bag
The pen gets fat, my letters weigh ounces
It rocks your neck or educates you in this regard more than a fight
Lying occupies your time or your talent
I walk calmly without an adversary, I hit the angle, not the crossbar
Rapping is pathological and hereditary, step by step, bro
My neighborhood knows it
Writing is my self-help therapy,
I'm a son of a buffalo, smoking rue
I have no doubt, the truth is raw
And you don't write even if your last name is Neruda
It’s not our house, it’s our half-moon
We’re not hippies, only they are naked
I'm back without Diana and without Judas,
I'm a son of a great buffalo, baby, back to the cradle

It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt

I advise you not to compete or mess with me
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt
Don't come try your luck
If you don’t feel it and you’re only lying
It's gonna hurt, baby, it's gonna hurt