Текст и перевод песни Cejaz Negraz - History

History

Cada quien quien escoge su camino
Estamos en el camino, donde trampa encontraras
Que dulce te engomara y hasta donde te llevará
Cual mundo te porquerías

También fui victima del amor crecí en un
Barrio de terror, me metí en drogas desde menor
Y como no tenia dinero pero tenia la adicción
Y una liga diaria para comprarme un bareto

Con mis botas punta da cero, por que era muy destrozon
Me compre una 0.7, que era más grande que yo
El yerbas, el socio que me prestaba, su roleiver blanca
Y la pandera para que azarara

Soñaba con olibech por que todo el barrio se perchaba
Y mi cuchita a duras penas, hacía plata para pagarla
Y como ya andaba en la calle, mi película eran las armas
Sabia que era el poder y por eso aquí todos tenían plata

Es muy temprano, se escuchan gritos desde mi casa
Ella es mi vecina, su hijo le salio rata
Y le esta reprochando, mire lo que aprendió su hermana
Ya se va a robar, es la canción de cada mañana

Tenia un equipo viejo y como raro el fallaba
Y obvio de la rabo, le pegue violenta patada
Tengo la maleta vacía y estoy con mi socio de cobranza
El lleva una escopeta y ella es hechiza de una bala

Me dice esa es la tienda, ya la atrapado con otra plaga
El monedero es un platon y ahí atracito tiene la grasa
El cucho es un gil, copas que ahí no pasa nada
Eso solo escuche, de la automática que sonaba

Y cuando mire, tirado en la mitad de la cuadra
Yo seguí al flete y me les vire por una montaña
Nunca bote el platon, por que en billete no había nada
Así por entre tejados y saltando por entre ventanas
Mis respetos alma bendita por todas la vueltas que pasaban

Pasaron años y la novia me balseaba
Y los pocos amigos, morían o se resbalaban
Los otros conocidos, se mataban entre las bandas
Y contados entre miles, hasta pocos se la encontraban

Aquí estoy yo, contando la cinta en la que andaba
Con unas gafas de mentiras que mis vista bien funcionaba
Ya picaba a grande, pero era un chamo que rebuscaba
Y me salio un mosquito, típico del barrio ñanga

Peor estaba rezando, que el tiempo breve se me pasara
Por eso hablo de influencias, donde creces que te enseñaban
Si en el barrio se aprende y lamentable a las patadas
Yo soy criterio sin visajes no payasadas
Mi vuelta es real y si que traídos hasta por nada

Ya es un poco de historietas de barrios, chismes y olletas
Y uno que otro amiguito, mirándole a mi novia las tetas
Así es este mundo, el que menos corre vuela
Y el que da la pata, va directo para la cazuela

El que se volvió fumón, se le pego la aguja y no freno
Siempre fue verdad lo del hueso y lo de la sirena
Y los sueños que le comentaba, para tener una vida bien plena
Tendidos blancos y descalzos en la arena
Con una pista infinita y aun mejor si estoy con ella

History

Everyone chooses their own path
We are on the road, where you will find traps
That sweet will stick you and to where it will take you
What world will you shit on

I was also a victim of love I grew up in a
Neighborhood of terror, I got into drugs since I was a minor
And since I didn't have money but I had the addiction
And a daily league to buy myself a joint

With my zero point boots, because I was very naughty
I bought myself a 0.7, which was bigger than me
The weed, the partner who lent me his white revolver
And the pan so that it would stir

I dreamed of olibech because the whole neighborhood was perched
And my little dog, barely made money to pay for it
And since I was already on the street, my movie was weapons
I knew it was power and that's why everyone here had money

It's very early, screams are heard from my house
She is my neighbor, her son turned out to be a rat
And he is reproaching her, look what her sister learned
He's already going to steal, it's the song of every morning

I had an old computer and it failed as weird
And obvious from the tail, I hit a violent kick
I have an empty suitcase and I'm with my collection partner
He carries a shotgun and she is a homemade one-bullet

He tells me that's the store, I've already caught her with another plague
The purse is a platter and there he has the fat
The dude is a gil, cups that nothing happens there
That's all I heard, from the automatic that was playing

And when I look, lying in the middle of the block
I followed the freight and turned them up a mountain
I never threw away the platter, because there was nothing in bills
Thus through roofs and jumping through windows
My respects blessed soul for all the turns that happened

Years passed and my girlfriend was ballasting me
And the few friends, they died or slipped
The other acquaintances killed each other between the gangs
And counted among thousands, even few found it

Here I am, counting the tape I was on
With some fake glasses that my eyesight worked well
I was already itching for greatness, but I was a kid who was searching
And I got a mosquito, typical of the ñanga neighborhood

Worse I was praying that the short time would pass me by
That's why I'm talking about influences, where you grow up that they taught you
If you learn in the neighborhood and unfortunately the kicks
I am a criterion without grimaces, no clowns
My return is real and if they brought even for nothing

It's already a bit of neighborhood stories, gossip and pots
And the occasional friend, looking at my girlfriend's tits
This is the world, the one who runs the least flies
And the one who gives the leg, goes straight to the casserole

The one who became a stoner, stuck the needle and didn't brake
It was always true about the bone and the siren
And the dreams that I commented on, to have a very full life
White and barefoot stretches in the sand
With an infinite track and even better if I'm with her