Текст и перевод песни C-Kan - Los Gajes del Oficio

Los Gajes del Oficio

Oye Cherak tráete la 32 y cinco balas,
Le das para su cantón y me les meto hasta la sala,
Pa que aprenda,
Hago que la casa se les meta,
Si me debe pues que pague o si no que afloje prenda,
De vez en cuando cambio la finanza por el lápiz,
Cobro lo que me toca porque no chambeo de a gratis,
En la puerta cinco bol te amo en contesta,
Y su cara de asustado cuando le miro la geta,
Pero mira C-Kan pasa oye que bueno que has venido,
Mira que estaba a punto de bajar pa hablar contigo,
Yo sé que no se te olvida eso que tu y yo somos panas,
Voy a tener tu dinero solo dame hasta mañana,
Hasta mañana pana una semana y no aparece,
Tu dinero no me importa quiero lo que te merece,
Haré lo que tu quieras, ok tu respuesta me impresiona,
Acabo de comprar esto y quiero ver como funciona.

El dinero mata y el que a hierro mata a hierro muere,
El respeto se gana porque solo no se adquiere,
El dinero mata, mata la visión,
Y mata el vicio,
La muerte y la traición,
Son los gajes del oficio .

Fui a la escuela y fui a jalar para ayudar a mi madre,
Me fui a casa de la abuela y allí me volví desmadre,
C-Kan vamos,
Tu me dices quien y les tiramos,
Desde los 13 saben el chubete entre los tramos,
A pocas personas no me cuentan como ejemplo,
Una de ellas en el cielo,
Otro en las fintas y en los tiempos,
Mi primo me dijo se ocupan huevos pa jalarle,
Mi padre me enseñó que en esta vida hay que chingarle,
Eso le chingue trabajo aquí nada es regalo,
Y tengo los huevos y hay que jalarle pa matarlo,
Mi abuelo me dijo C-Kan habla con Buffón que no me entiende,
Y claro que hablé con el yo la empaco y el la vende,
Del rival,
Son las cambias,
Son tostón son los tracks,
Mi madre no se traga el cuento que el Marquís salió del Rap,
Sin maleficio,
Puse a temblar el edificio,
Pague tu vicio,
Es que mantiene mi oficio.

El dinero mata y el que a hierro mata a hierro muere,
El respeto se gana porque solo no se adquiere,
El dinero mata, mata la visión,
Y mata el vicio,
La muerte y la traición,
Son los gajes del oficio .

Tengo enemigos afuera claro eso lo reconozco,
Tengo gente que pega en mi nombre y que desconozco,
De la calle aprendí que son pocos los amigos,
Y prohibido llorar si no es por un buen motivo,
Se lo que es desear,
Esas cosas necesarias,
Y sudar,
Por un mísero salario de horas diarias,
Que sean hechos no palabras es mi lema desde chico,
Cuantos no creían en mi, a cuantos no les cerré el hocico,
A boca cerrada para mantener los dientes,
Gaste tres mil en un 40 pa salir a buscar veinte,
Que en la mesa sobre fans y faltas a alguno busco,
Me han sonado por necesidad y también por gusto,
Acciones son las que importan,
Palabras se quedan cortas,
Porque mis huevos tu lengua no la soportan,
Con mi gente ni se meta,
Grábeselo en la maceta,
Hay balas para tirar y hay gente que se respeta.

El dinero mata y el que a hierro mata a hierro muere,
El respeto se gana porque solo no se adquiere,
El dinero mata, mata la visión,
Y mata el vicio,
La muerte y la traición,
Son los gajes del oficio .

The Hazards of the Trade

Hey Cherak, bring me the .32 and five bullets,
You head to his block and I'll go straight into his living room,
So he learns,
I'll make his house cave in,
If he owes me, he pays up or coughs up some collateral,
Every now and then I swap finance for the pen,
I collect what's owed because I don't work for free,
At the door, "five grand, baby" she replies,
And his scared face when I look at his mug,
But look, C-Kan's here, hey, it's good you came,
Look, I was just about to go down and talk to you,
I know you haven't forgotten that you and I are buddies,
I'll have your money, just give me till tomorrow,
Till tomorrow, buddy, a week goes by and he's nowhere to be seen,
I don't care about your money, I want what you deserve,
I'll do whatever you want, okay, your answer impresses me,
I just bought this and I want to see how it works.

Money kills and he who kills by the sword dies by the sword,
Respect is earned because it's not just acquired,
Money kills, it kills vision,
And it kills vice,
Death and betrayal,
These are the hazards of the trade.

I went to school and worked to help my mother,
I went to my grandma's house and there I became a mess,
C-Kan, let's go,
You tell me who and we'll shoot them,
Since I was 13, they know the hustle between the blocks,
Few people don't count me as an example,
One of them in heaven,
Another in the feints and in the times,
My cousin told me it takes balls to pull it off,
My father taught me that in this life you have to hustle,
That's it, hustle, work, here nothing is a gift,
And I have the balls and we have to pull it off to kill him,
My grandfather told me, C-Kan, talk to Buffón, he doesn't understand me,
And of course I talked to him, I pack it and he sells it,
From the rival,
It's the changes,
It's dough, it's the tracks,
My mother doesn't buy the story that Marquís left Rap,
Without a curse,
I made the building tremble,
Pay your vice,
It's what keeps my trade going.

Money kills and he who kills by the sword dies by the sword,
Respect is earned because it's not just acquired,
Money kills, it kills vision,
And it kills vice,
Death and betrayal,
These are the hazards of the trade.

I have enemies outside, of course I recognize that,
I have people who hit in my name and that I don't know,
From the street I learned that friends are few,
And it's forbidden to cry if it's not for a good reason,
I know what it is to desire,
Those necessary things,
And to sweat,
For a measly daily wage,
Actions, not words, has been my motto since I was a kid,
How many didn't believe in me, how many didn't I shut up,
A closed mouth to keep your teeth,
I spent three thousand on a .40 to go out and look for twenty,
That on the table, about fans and shortcomings, I look for someone,
They've sounded me out of necessity and also for pleasure,
Actions are what matter,
Words fall short,
Because my balls your tongue can't stand,
Don't mess with my people,
Write it down on the pot,
There are bullets to shoot and there are people who are respected.

Money kills and he who kills by the sword dies by the sword,
Respect is earned because it's not just acquired,
Money kills, it kills vision,
And it kills vice,
Death and betrayal,
These are the hazards of the trade.