Текст и перевод песни Canserbero feat. Lil Zupa - Rialaif

Rialaif

Is Can
from where you from, son
Can, Can, Supa
¿Cuantas mas verdades hay que rimar
para que un animal entienda
que me sabe a mierda tus prendas, si no me aportan nada?
No puedes parar con riendas, no hay cuerdas para amarrar
La voz que sólo gobierna al Can, ni menos, ni más
Never lie, never look back, just i can
Hip- Hop; habilidad que ni con todo el dolor puedes comprar
Esto es realidad hardcore, i'm lyrical hard
Busca "respeto" en el diccionario y verás mi retrato
Maldad indiscutible, sonrisa adorable
¿Tus rimas?; predecibles todas, es mejor que ni hables
¿Tus incontables temas?; ninguno impresiona
Yo en cambio hablo un sólo idioma, para no dejar al mundo en coma
Straight for zona, con aroma a muerte
Aúnque mi corazón es fuerte y no doy lástima a la gente, no
Yo canto lo aprendido, no lo que he sufrido
Para que un hijueputa venga a decirme que no he vivido
It's rialaif, from where you from, son
No tengo que hablar de pistolón, bro
El hampa seria se desplaza, a paso el tigere
y si mato no amenaza Vivo mi rialaif, en [...]
Escribo en líneas la historia de maracay
Ya me cansé de escuchar tus cuentos de atracos
Me subo a la tarima y es cuando empieza el asalto
He recorrido el asfalto y sus encantos
Me enamoré del Hip-Hop y lo traduje en cantos
Without a gun only in my zona
From where you from ... de bellaflow
Tu sólo piensas en hacer lo que hace un gangsta
Todos esos real gangstas no estan pensado en cantar
Ya re conoce que nos sobra lo que te falta
Coja consejo, deje quieto y echesé para allá
It's rialaif, from where you from, son
No tengo que hablar de pistolón, bro
El ampa seria se desplaza, a paso el tigere
y si mato no amenaza... No mezcles este tema, nigga
Quiero que suene obvio
Es dedicated para los haters que hablen y se esconden
Que no conforme con mencionar nuestros nombres
Sólo se sienten hombres a padrina o a revolver
Ustedes son prostitutas, meh
We are clásicos
No se puede evolucionar sin pasar por lo básico
Irónico que maquetas y mucha pelea
Puedan callar a muchos discos que no dicen nada...
It's rialaif, from where you from, son
You know we are the bomb
Es Can, Can, Supa
You don't really know who we are
I suppose that
I suppose that...
♥Q.E.P.D. Tyrone González♥

Real Life

It's Can
from where you from, girl?
Can, Can, Supa
How many more truths must I rhyme
for an animal to understand
that your possessions mean nothing to me if they bring me nothing?
You can't stop me with reins, there are no ropes to tie
The voice that only governs the Can, nothing more, nothing less
Never lie, never look back, just I can
Hip-Hop; a skill you can't buy even with all the pain
This is hardcore reality, I'm lyrical hard
Look up "respect" in the dictionary and you'll see my portrait
Undisputed wickedness, adorable smile
Your rhymes? Predictable all, you better not even speak
Your countless tracks? None impress
I, on the other hand, speak only one language, so as not to leave the world in a coma
Straight for the zone, with the aroma of death
Although my heart is strong and I don't pity people, no
I sing what I've learned, not what I've suffered
So some motherfucker can come and tell me I haven't lived
It's real life, from where you from, girl?
I don't have to talk about big guns, baby
The serious underworld moves, at a tiger's pace
and if I kill, I don't threaten... I live my real life, in [...]
I write the history of Maracay in lines
I'm tired of hearing your robbery stories
I get on the stage and that's when the assault begins
I have traveled the asphalt and its charms
I fell in love with Hip-Hop and translated it into songs
Without a gun only in my zone
From where you from ... from bellaflow
You only think about doing what a gangsta does
All those real gangstas aren't thinking about singing
You already know that we have plenty of what you lack
Take advice, leave it alone and get out of here
It's real life, from where you from, girl?
I don't have to talk about big guns, baby
The serious underworld moves, at a tiger's pace
and if I kill, I don't threaten... Don't mix this topic, girl
I want it to sound obvious
It's dedicated to the haters who talk and hide
Not satisfied with mentioning our names
They only feel like men with a sponsor or a revolver
You are prostitutes, meh
We are classics
You can't evolve without going through the basics
Ironic that mixtapes and a lot of fighting
Can silence many albums that say nothing...
It's real life, from where you from, girl?
You know we are the bomb
It's Can, Can, Supa
You don't really know who we are
I suppose that
I suppose that...
♥R.I.P. Tyrone González♥