Текст и перевод песни Canserbero - Tripolar, Pt. 2

Tripolar, Pt. 2

e you atencion raperos vuelve al ruedo canserbero
mi materia prima sin rima que te bajan el ego
como el fuego que kema el problema que
tambien congela despeguense de mi suela
respeten soy vieja escuela ahi kienes se sientan
a esperar que las cosas pasen ignorando
toa esas cosas
tipos como yo las hacen piense que cuando
despierten cantaran con clases esto no se
aprende esto es un don con el que se nace
a mi me complace
cuando un Mc se llena la
boca y que son raperos y se hago si suelta una
copla brilla con luz de vela y si la sopla se
apaga aprende a mi que brillo con luz
propia
ahora es mi rima la que suena la
suya provoca pena ajena mis venas se brotan y
escupo rap de la flema que keman los timpanos
de quien escucha
mis temas no se ensucien las manos ya toy
preparado pa la cena que hace falta flow mi
letra fuera las cadenas no me impresionan sus
pitan si sus canciones
son buenas -------
One Two Two One lil supa and the
can raperitos vienes a si como tambien van
no dan lo necesario la verdad los kema
son como granos de arena pocos valen
la pena
One Two Two One lil supa and the can blancos
se juntaron se formo el paran panpan en
papel muchos disparan y son pocos los que
dan la talla con el microfono
a la hora de rimar cantaras y no podras a mi
nivel llegar hablaras a mi espalda y luego resperas
criticar suele ser la maña del incapaz pero
cuando me ven
la cara buscan a mama somos en un timpanos
como lentes en tus parpados para
enemigos
sinicos para los niños didacticos soy
musico de clase ----
enemigos --- sencilles -- basta ya que eres un rey
y escucha mas flow mas voz a --- se derrite tu mascara en mi aceite caliente tu me -- el soluto y yo
el solvente pa mi gente ---
One Two Two One lil supa and the
can raperitos vienes a si como tambien van
no dan lo necesario la verdad los kema
son como granos de arena pocos valen

Tripolar, Pt. 2

Yo, rappers, pay attention, Canserbero's back in the game
My raw material without rhymes that lower your ego
Like the fire that burns the problem that
Also freezes, get off my sole
Respect, I'm old school, there are those who sit
Waiting for things to happen, ignoring
All those things
Guys like me make them happen, think that when
They wake up they will sing with class, this is not
Learned, this is a gift you are born with
It pleases me
When an MC fills his
Mouth saying they're rappers and I laugh if he drops a
Rhyme, it shines with candlelight and if you blow it,
It goes out, learn from me who shines with
Own light
Now it's my rhyme that sounds, the
Theirs provokes pity, my veins sprout and
I spit rap from the phlegm that burns the eardrums
Of whoever listens
My themes, don't get your hands dirty, I'm already
Prepared for dinner, what's missing is flow, my
Lyrics outside the chains, I'm not impressed by their
Whistles if their songs
Are good -------
One Two Two One lil supa and the
Can, little rappers come and go like this
They don't give what's necessary, the truth burns them
They are like grains of sand, few are worth
The trouble
One Two Two One lil supa and the can, whites
Got together, the paran panpan was formed, on
Paper many shoot and few are those who
Measure up with the microphone
When it comes to rhyming you will sing and you will not be able to reach my
Level you will talk behind my back and then wait
To criticize, it is usually the habit of the incapable but
When they see me
Face they look for mom, we are in eardrums
Like lenses on your eyelids for
Cynical enemies for didactic children I am
Class musician ----
Enemies --- simpletons -- enough already, you are a king
And listen to more flow more voice to --- your mask melts in my hot oil, you -- the solute and I
The solvent for my people ---
One Two Two One lil supa and the
Can, little rappers come and go like this
They don't give what's necessary, the truth burns them
They are like grains of sand, few are worth
The trouble