Текст и перевод песни Cartel de Santa - Si Son Bien Jotos

Si Son Bien Jotos

Wuacha un saludo pa el DHA
Que le queremos dedicar esta cancion
A los que dicen que no somos de verdad
Con muy muy muy especial dedicación
Pa todo joto que nos haya tirado en una cancion
Los tres vatos quesque malos pandilleros vagos
Quisieron jugar un juego que yo ya tenia ganado
No soy malvado nomas lo que es
Pero mi fama de malandro la agarre a los diesyseis
Asi que pues
Nimodo que me deje que me chinguen el rap no lo aprendi en un
El rap no lo aprendi en un pinche colegio bilingue
Lo aprendi en la calle donde vergas esperabas
Al chile no me paran con machetes o pedradas
O queman plomo pa jalar como yo jalo
Cargalo a la cintura hasta cuando vayan al baño
Por que este babo esta re-loco
No se si por el foco por los acidos o el choco
Pero asi es y asi sera
Que el que no muera sangre si la cosa es de verdad hay nomas
Si son bien jotos (corra no corran)
Si son bien jotos (al chile que si)
Si son bien jotos (estas oyendo cabron)
Si son bien jotos (vas a ver)
Llego la nueva era rapera la de adeveras
En babilonia pura clica callejera
A mi me vale verga traigo escuela de la calle
Al chile ni se metan con el morrito del cartel
Vengo desde guadalupe para santa
Hay donde los huevos mandan y los perros cantan
Tengo varios vatos en mi lista negra
Cuando oigan los cuetasos al chile de mi se acuerdan
O que apoco ya culearon
Si aqui todo se paga jotos ya se la pelaron
Escuchen al tirano putos luego nos topamos
Que al cabo arrieros somos y en el camino andamos
Si son bien jotos
Si son bien jotos
Si son bien jotos
Si son bien jotos
De lunes a domingo en lo mismo
Perdido en el abismo vicioso
Vicioso concentrado en cabalgar el ritmo
Nunca chingo sin un buena razon
Mi tres ochenta basta pa explotarte el corazon
Escuchame cabron que yo rimo siempre en serio
Dejo de ser misterio que te espera el cementerio
Maricon y eso de milagro si es que alguien haya tus restos
Cuatro metros bajo tierra tapan el olor a muerto
Fumate de esto por que digo la vedad
Solo compara mi letra con mi historia criminal
Animal ya le meti ocho biles
Y esto no se compara con sus rimas infantiles
Correo ve y diles a todos tus compinches
Que llego el mata chinches que los mata con el trinche
El pinche babo no hay quien me linche
Los apago cuando la santa muerte siempre cabalga a mi lado
Si son bien jotos
Si son bien jotos
Si son bien jotos
Si son bien jotos
Ya sabes quien soy asi que te me cayas
Para ganar batallas este perro no batalla
Les quedo grande en el rap no dieron la talla
Liricas de alto nivel cabron tengo mis mañanas
No se a que le tiran si luego andan llorando
Le marcan a la chota y le dicen me pego Dharius
Creen que son malandros pero son maricones
Vayanse a la verga pinches vatitos llorones
Si quieren aventarse un tiro limpio me lo aviento
Y si quieren agarrarme al baño tambien me la feito
No hay pedo despues nos arreglamos
Ya estan advertidos pa que anden con cuidado
Si son bien jotos
Si son bien jotos
Si son bien jotos
Si son bienjotos
Aunque cierres la boca te toca
No me siento mas hombre por andar fumando mota
Toma nota y no pierdas tu libreta
La muerte anda acechando por las calles y banquetas
Traigo en la camioneta clavada una escopeta
Con pura de cinco pa sumbartela en la jeta
El puñetas que estabas esperando
Que saliera corriendo con tupistola de diablo
Traigo el mando mas que por malandro
Por cantarles con huevos
Y estos pinches pendejos pensado que yo era nuevo
Ando al puro pedo con billetes en la bolsa
Por si me tuercen los cuetes darles su mochada al chota
No me importan sus jaladas inventadas
Como dice la brasil ustedes son pura mamada
Bronca de bajada
Lo puro de subida
Si no abrieran el osico no tendrian esas heridas
Ni sus jefas llorarian mira
Si son bien jotos (no corran no corran)
Si son bien jotos (al chile que si wey)
Si son bien jotos (estas oyendo cabron)
Si son bien jotos(vas a ver)
La van a pagar caro
Jajajaja jajaja
Van a pagar caro simon ya los vi
Pinches jotos y estos wachos jaja

If You're Really Fags

Yo, shout out to DHA
We wanna dedicate this song to them
To those who say we ain't real
With a very, very, very special dedication
For every faggot who dissed us in a song
Those three dudes, supposed bad-ass gangsters
Wanted to play a game I already won
I ain't evil, just keeping it real
But I got my gangster rep at sixteen
So, yeah
No way I'm letting them fuck with my rap, I didn't learn it in a
I didn't learn rap in some fancy bilingual school
I learned it on the streets, where the hell did you expect?
Seriously, they can't stop me with machetes or rocks
Or they'd be packing heat to pull like I pull
Strap it to your waist even when you go to the bathroom
Cause this fool is crazy
Don't know if it's the weed, the acid, or the coke
But that's how it is and how it will be
Whoever doesn't die, will bleed, if it's real, that's how it goes
If you're really fags (run, don't run)
If you're really fags (seriously, you are)
If you're really fags (you listening, asshole?)
If you're really fags (you'll see)
The new rap era has arrived, the real one
In Babylon, pure street clique
I don't give a fuck, I got street smarts
Seriously, don't mess with the Cartel kid
Coming from Guadalupe to Santa
Where balls rule and dogs sing
I got several dudes on my blacklist
When you hear the shots, remember me, for real
Or did you already chicken out?
Everything gets paid here, fags, you're screwed
Listen to the tyrant, bitches, we'll meet soon
Cause we're all travelers and on the road we walk
If you're really fags
If you're really fags
If you're really fags
If you're really fags
Monday to Sunday, doing the same
Lost in the vicious abyss
Vicious, focused on riding the rhythm
I never fuck around without a good reason
My .38 is enough to blow your heart out
Listen to me, asshole, I always rhyme seriously
It's no longer a mystery, the cemetery awaits you
Faggot, and that's a miracle if someone even finds your remains
Four meters under, covering the stench of death
Smoke some of this, cause I speak the truth
Just compare my lyrics to my criminal history
Animal, I already put eight bullets in
And this doesn't compare to your childish rhymes
Correo, go tell all your buddies
The bug killer has arrived, killing them with the blade
The fucking Babo, no one can lynch me
I extinguish them while Santa Muerte always rides by my side
If you're really fags
If you're really fags
If you're really fags
If you're really fags
You know who I am, so shut the fuck up
To win battles, this dog doesn't even have to fight
Rap was too big for you, you didn't measure up
High-level lyrics, motherfucker, I got my mornings
I don't know what you're aiming for if you end up crying
You call the cops and say, "Dharius hit me"
You think you're gangsters, but you're faggots
Go to hell, you whiny little bitches
If you wanna throw down, I'm down
And if you wanna take me to the bathroom, I'm down for that too
No problem, we'll settle it later
You've been warned, so be careful
If you're really fags
If you're really fags
If you're really fags
If you're really fags
Even if you shut your mouth, it's your turn
I don't feel more of a man for smoking weed
Take notes and don't lose your notebook
Death is lurking in the streets and sidewalks
I got a shotgun stuck in the truck
With pure five-gauge to blast it in your face
The motherfucker you were waiting for
To run out with a toy gun
I'm in charge, not because I'm a gangster
But for singing to you with balls
And these fucking idiots thought I was new
I'm just chilling with bills in my pocket
In case they twist my balls, to give the cops their bribe
I don't care about your made-up bullshit
Like the Brazilian says, you're all just a joke
Downhill fight
Pure uphill
If you didn't open your mouths, you wouldn't have those wounds
Nor would your mothers cry, look
If you're really fags (don't run, don't run)
If you're really fags (seriously, you are, dude)
If you're really fags (you listening, asshole?)
If you're really fags (you'll see)
You're gonna pay dearly
Hahahaha hahaha
You're gonna pay dearly, yeah, I saw you
Fucking fags, and these cops haha