Текст и перевод песни Canserbero - Rialaif

Rialaif

Eyou, it's Can, from where you from son
Can Can, Supa x2
¡Hear this!
Cuánta más verdad hay que rimar para que un
animal entienda que me ceban mierda tus prendas
Si no me aportas na'(nada).
No puedes parar con riendas de cuerdas
para amarrar la boca, sólo gobierna el Can
Ni menos ni más
Never lie, never look back, just I'm god
Hip-Hop, habilidad que ni con to'(todo) el oro
puedes comprar, esto es realidad hardcore
a lirical narco, 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
pa'(para) no dejá'(dejar) al mundo en coma.
Es tres from zona, con aroma a muerte
aunque mi corazón es fuerte
y no doy lástima a la gente (na').
Yo canto lo aprendido no lo que he sufrido
para que un hijo de puta venga a
decirme que no he vivido
It's real life, from where you from, son.
No tengo que hablar de un pistolón, bro
En la aparcería se desplaza
A paso tigre
Y si mata no amenaza
x2
Vivo mi real life, and I don't need rust
ni fall line, escribo en líneas la historia
de Maracay say
ya me cansé de escuchar tus cuentos de atraco
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 canto.
Why rod and gun, ah, only it's in my zona
I'm from where you from
baby don't wrong the way I flow.
Tú sólo piensas en hacer lo que hace
un gángster, to'(todos) esos real gangster
no andan pensando en Cataya.
Reconocé que nos sobra lo que te falta
Coja consejo, que'je(quédese) quieto
y échese pa'(para) allá.
It's real life, from where you from, son.
No tengo que hablar de un pistolón, bro
En la aparcería se desplaza
A paso tigre
Y si mata no amenaza
x2
No mezcles éste tema nigga
quiero que suene under, es dedicated
pa' los haters que hablan y se esconden.
Que no conformes con mencionar
nuestros nombres, sólo se sienten hombres
Apadrina a cual responde.
Ustedes son prostitutes, man
We're all clásicos, no se puede
evolucionar sin pasar por lo básico.
Irónico, que más catársis
mucha pendejá'(pendejada).
Podrán callar muchos discos
Que no dicen nada
It's real life, from where you from, son.
you know we are a beat and bomb, oh
You don't: we don't know who we are
Yeah, I supposed that.
x2.

Real Life

Yo, it's Can, where you from, girl?
Can Can, Supa x2
Listen up!
How much more truth do I have to rhyme for you to
understand that your empty words just piss me off
If you ain't bringin' nothin' to the table.
You can't silence me with ropes and reins
Only Can rules this mouth, no one else
No more, no less
Never lie, never look back, I'm a god in my own right
Hip-Hop, a skill you can't buy with all the gold in the world
This is hardcore reality
a lyrical narco, look up respect in the dictionary
and you'll see my portrait.
Unquestionable badness, a smile, adorable
Your rhymes, predictable, girl, you better keep quiet
None of your countless tracks impress
I, on the other hand, speak a single language
to leave the world in a coma.
It's the three from the zone, with the scent of death
although my heart is strong
and I don't pity people (nah).
I sing what I've learned, not what I've suffered
so some son of a bitch can come
and tell me I haven't lived
It's real life, where you from, girl?
I don't have to talk about a big gun, babe
In the hood, we move
With the steps of a tiger
And if we kill, we don't threaten
x2
I live my real life, and I don't need rust
nor a fall line, I write the story of Maracay in lines
say
I'm tired of hearing your robbery stories
I get on stage and that's when it starts
the assault, I've walked the asphalt and its charms
fell in love with hip hop and translated it into song.
Why rod and gun, ah, it's just how it is in my zone
I'm from where you from
baby don't criticize my flow.
You only think about doing what a
gangster does, all those real gangsters
ain't thinking about Cataya.
Recognize that we have in excess what you lack
Take my advice, stay still
and get outta here.
It's real life, where you from, girl?
I don't have to talk about a big gun, babe
In the hood, we move
With the steps of a tiger
And if we kill, we don't threaten
x2
Don't mix this track up, girl
I want it to sound underground, it's dedicated
to the haters who talk and hide.
Who, not content with mentioning
our names, only feel like men
when backed by someone who responds.
You're all prostitutes, man
We're all classics, you can't
evolve without going through the basics.
Ironic, what more catharsis
so much bullshit.
They may silence many albums
That say nothing
It's real life, where you from, girl?
you know we are a beat and bomb, oh
You don't: we don't know who we are
Yeah, I supposed that.
x2.