Текст и перевод песни Canserbero feat. McKlopedia & Benzina - Corre

Corre

No se que vaina te hacen de pan subele un pelo a mi
Na na na you you you mc's espencis
You wo wo wo si si si you you you
Hay mama hay mama hay mama mamaita
Ta listo la primera toma voy voy
(McKlopedia)
Hey you corre por tu vida
Que el mundo se va acabar es el can
Incendio con benzina
Ya no hay mas alternativas ni huidas
Hey you corre por tu vida
Que este mundo se acabo
Se juntaron las dos aplanadoras
Y en el medio de la canción yo

(Canserbero)
Hey hey hey
Que yo no tengo na que demostrarle a nadie mas
Quien camina por donde estan las manos en el aire ya
Comi bastantes verdes no precisamente por gula
Y solo la muerte arrancara e mis manos la armadura
Mintiera si les dijera que no naci pa esto
Cierro los ojos veo textos
Que usan mi mente de aposentos
Siento que mis canciones aun no son del todo buenas
Sin embargo compara con las tuyas suenan supremas
Ya no hay libidos ni símiles ni ni
Solamente imbéciles
Podrian negar lo que aqui enseñan es mas
Me atrevería a decir que este es el nacimiento
Del subgénero de rap mas real en los últimos tiempos
Fanaticos se confundirán con ejércitos
Estupidos caeran ante este rotundo éxito
Y les guste o no llevaran letra hasta po el culo
Que el pasado sabia que de el presente seria futuro
Cierro los ojos y escribo cual poseido
El beat se rie con migo mis rimas son puñala en tu oido
Hoy es uno de esos dias en que no creo en amigos
Voy a mi en el beat que te voy a parti en menos de un chasquido
Malditos no se cansan de ser pisoteados ah
No entienden que pa esto del hip hop no sirven pa na
Aveces pienso que su critica constante
Es solamente para sentirse importante
Pero que va acá territorio e caballo jamas estallo
Siempre hallo la forma de que mordas parezcan vasallos
Llevamos años recordandoles que el rap es pa rapia
Y ellos se enfrascan en querré amenazar
Pero na que va eso no es aca
Para bola y te explico
Esto no es regeton de puerto rico
Ni un videito e raperitos
Esto es rap de venezuela mijito
Asi que o te adaptas o te acostumbras a cerra tu hocico
Tu no harias rial haciendo ese rap irreal
Por que sencillamente a mi no me da la gana de dejarte sonar
Kaputo en el instrumental
Y que reales decidan
Su tu basura o mi disco vida guapea bemcna

(BeMcNa)
Rivales es benzina la musa con genitales
Pa recordales mis cabales
Hace añales los perdi
Haci que a my wanna by
No me impresionan las personas que clonan el libreto
Que tienen guetthos de lapiz bi
Por si no lo sabes me sabe a mie tu odisea
Osea esto es rap rapea
Es la idea maldita sea
Pa que vean otra cancion de competencia por favor
Pero señor sin competencia no existiera el mejor
Ve a tu alrededor y dime si no tengo razones
Pa hacer canciones que hablen de lo que hablan hampones
Bocones pa muestra bemcna y can dos botones
Que ya tienen mas clones
Que balas los peines de sus cañones
Que lo que canto te la corta por que nada aporta
¿Y quien te dijo a ti que a mi la cultura me importa?
Asi que agarra tu escoba no es coba
La moda nos incomoda y todas las odas
Que ocasionan dos violas en euroras
Otra rola de una rocola que no se apagara
Y acabara con cascaras de pollos con mascara caracterizaciones
De buenas acciones hacen falta
Respalda tus valores pa que valores lo que cantas
Que a mi la verde en tanga me causa mas morbo
Que tu electrochanga levantando falda a tus oidos sordos
Que este es solo un sorbo del mar lirical
Que se avecina de pura benzina
Que rima a rima por encima de cimas
Creada por el ego de lego que tienen tantos
Y mientras cuento cuantos cuentos cantan canto mas malandro
Que tu hip hop malandro
Ja ese mismo que le hace la manuela a manuel alejandro
Es que hay un bando con la mente en el norte y llena e pandillas
Tu rap no es rap y es venezolano entre comillas
Ya ladilla sus rencillas no me impresionaron
Sigue creyendo monstruo el rostro de monstruo que despertaron
Su disparo calro aclaro no paro no parare
Versos acaparo deja el paro y busca amparo que reparare
Aproximadamente veinte mentes por segundo
Para que tu cambies tu y no tu quieras cambia al mundo

(McKlopedia)
Hey you corre por tu vida
Que el mundo se va acabar es el can
Incendio con benzina
Ya no hay mas alternativas ni huidas
Hey you corre por tu vidaaa
Que este mundo se acabooo
Se juntaron las dos aplanadoras
Y en el medio de la cancion yo

Run

I don't know what they're doing to you, but just give me a hair of it
Na na na you you you mc's are sponges
You wo wo wo si si si you you you
Oh mama oh mama oh mama mamaita
The first take is ready, here we go
(McKlopedia)
Hey you, run for your life
The world is going to end, it's the dog
Fire with gasoline
There are no more alternatives or escapes
Hey you, run for your life
This world is over
The two steamrollers came together
And in the middle of the song I

(Canserbero)
Hey hey hey
I don't have anything to prove to anyone else
The one who walks where the hands are already in the air
I ate enough greens, not exactly out of gluttony
And only death will tear the armor from my hands
I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't born for this
I close my eyes and see texts
That use my mind as lodgings
I feel like my songs are not quite good yet
However, compared to yours, they sound supreme
There are no more libidos or similes or
Only imbeciles
Could deny what they teach here, it's more
I would dare to say that this is the birth
Of the most real rap subgenre in recent times
Fans will be confused with armies
Stupid people will fall before this resounding success
And whether they like it or not, they'll have lyrics up their ass
That the past knew that the present would be the future
I close my eyes and write as if possessed
The beat laughs with me, my rhymes are daggers in your ear
Today is one of those days when I don't believe in friends
I'm going at it on the beat, I'm going to break you in less than a snap
The damned never tire of being trampled on, ah
They don't understand that they're no good for this hip hop thing
Sometimes I think their constant criticism
Is just to feel important
But whatever, this is horse territory, I never explode
I always find a way to make bites look like vassals
We've been reminding them for years that rap is for rapping
And they get caught up in wanting to threaten
But nah, that's not here
Pay attention and I'll explain
This is not reggaeton from Puerto Rico
Nor a little video of rappers
This is rap from Venezuela, my dear
So either you adapt or you get used to shutting your mouth
You wouldn't make a dime doing that unreal rap
Because I simply don't feel like letting you sound
Kaputo on the instrumental
And let the real ones decide
Whether it's your garbage or my record, life is good, BeMcNa

(BeMcNa)
Rivals are gasoline, the muse with genitals
To remind you of my morals
I lost them years ago
So my wannabe
I'm not impressed by people who clone the script
Who have ghettos of Bic pens
In case you don't know, your odyssey tastes like fear to me
I mean, this is rap, rap
That's the idea, damn it
So they can see another competition song, please
But sir, without competition, the best would not exist
Look around you and tell me if I don't have reasons
To make songs that talk about what thugs talk about
Big mouths to show, BeMcNa and Can, two buttons
Who already have more clones
Than bullets in the magazines of their guns
That what I sing cuts you off because it contributes nothing
And who told you that culture matters to me?
So grab your broom, it's not flattery
Fashion bothers us, and all the odes
That cause two violas in auroras
Another song from a jukebox that won't turn off
And will end with chicken shells with masks, characterizations
Good deeds are needed
Back up your values so that you value what you sing
That green in a thong causes me more lust
Than your electrochanga lifting skirts to your deaf ears
That this is just a sip of the lyrical sea
That is coming from pure gasoline
That rhyme by rhyme above peaks
Created by the ego of Lego that so many have
And while I tell how many stories they sing, I sing more thug
Than your thug hip hop
Ha, that same one that does the manuela to Manuel Alejandro
There's a gang with their minds in the north and full of gangs
Your rap is not rap and it's Venezuelan in quotes
Already annoying, their quarrels didn't impress me
Keep believing, monster, the face of the monster they woke up
His shot, clear, I clarify, I don't stop, I won't stop
I hoard verses, leave the unemployment and seek shelter that I will repair
Approximately twenty minds per second
So that you change yourself and don't want to change the world

(McKlopedia)
Hey you, run for your life
The world is going to end, it's the dog
Fire with gasoline
There are no more alternatives or escapes
Hey you, run for your life
This world is over
The two steamrollers came together
And in the middle of the song I