Текст и перевод песни Cevlade - Blanco y Negro

Blanco y Negro

Damas traman dramas para atrapar billeteras abultada: adultas dadas a manchar sábanas con baba,
Adúlteras no lavan sus cagadas, lavan las empleadas,
Tapan sus jugadas;
Así ¡Nunca pasó nada!
Se amplía la lista de listas, salen en revistas mixtas
Antes de q existan, asistan esta noche al fluir de este artista, mi fluído conoce a una que otra modista
Si escribo vivo y no me privo de vigor,
Hoy no estoy depresivo
"El adjetivo es mi aditivo preferido"
He proferido herido,
Hoy de profe y b-boyvoy en mi boeing hecho de lo que rimo, al ser conflictivo soy atractivo.
Mi rap es afrodisíaco afro pa afrodita, estimula con mi lengua cada dendrita, tiritan enteritas las chicas marchitaspues eya culo rimas cosmopolitas cual dinamita.
¿Pa qué se casan? forman casas, compran cosas, tasan intereses,
Las esposas se atrasan,
Nacen bebés, beben los esposos,
Agreden a sus esposas en sus fosas,
Las amenazan y abusan
¡Pero felices posan!
¡Sí al divorcio!
¡Sí al aborto!
¡Sí a la distorsión!
¡Sí a la diversión!
¡Sí a los Four Tops!
¡Sí a los cortos!
¡La invitación es para todos pero pa vo'no!
Tomo las cosas de quien vienen,
Rapeo bien,
El viento avienta las palabras impaciente, de poniente a oriente pa que orientena quien sigue la corriente
.Encienden mentes,
Despiertan bellas durmientes
¡Mientras mis dientes apretan letras!
¡Los dejan detrás!
¡Vacíen los tetras!
¡Se transpira en cada metra!
¡Cerrar rimas con gracia es la meta, es mi rap beta!
¡Que trae trabalenguas para lenguas inquietas!
Me sobra soberbia,
Faltan sorbos,
Sobran cobros,
Faltan logros, sobran ogros,
Sobran obras, sobran sobras,
Sobran cabras,
Faltan cabros,
Sobran sombras, faltan compras, faltan cevlas,
Sobran tontas
¡Fuera tolonpas!
¡Voy a las trompas!
¿Perro y el efex?
¡el efex ya se curó!
Todos mienten,
Todas juegan, todas difaman.
Aman la fama,
Aman amansar mi mansa manzana de Adán,
Aman la plata y solo exitosos les dan, maman a quien las boxea,
Se rapea pa que el boxer vean
¡pero me importa una wea, yea!¡Que fome, aquí no pasan estrellas fugaces!

Black and White

Ladies plot dramas to catch bulging wallets: adults given to smearing sheets with slime,
Adulteresses don't wash their shit, they wash the employees,
They cover up their plays;
So nothing ever happened!
The list of lists is expanded, they come out in mixed magazines
Before you exist, attend tonight to the flow of this artist, my fluid meets one or another dressmaker
If I write alive and do not deprive myself of vigor,
I am not depressed today
"The adjective is my favorite additive"
I have uttered wounded,
Today of profe and b-boyvoy in my boeing made of what I rhyme, being conflictive I am attractive.
My rap is aphrodisiac afro pa aphrodite, stimulates with my tongue every dendrite, the withered girls shiver whole, because their ass cosmopolitan rhymes like dynamite.
Why are they getting married? they form houses, buy things, appraise interest,
Wives are late,
Babies are born, husbands drink,
They assault their wives in their pits,
They are threatened and abused
But happily they pose!
Yes to divorce!
Yes to abortion!
Yes to distortion!
Yes to fun!
Yes to the Four Tops!
Yes to the shorts!
The invitation is for everyone but pa vo'no!
I take things from whom they come,
I rap well,
The wind blows the words impatiently, from west to east to orient those who follow the current
.They ignite minds,
Wake up sleeping beauties
While my teeth are clenching letters!
They leave them behind!
Empty the tetras!
He sweats on every metra!
Closing rhymes with grace is the goal, it's my beta rap!
Who brings tongue twisters for restless tongues!
I have too much pride,
Missing sips,
There are excess charges,
There are no achievements, there are plenty of ogres,
There are more works, there are more leftovers,
There are plenty of goats,
Goats are missing,
There are too many shadows, there are not enough purchases, there are not enough cevlas,
They are silly
Get out of tolonpas!
I'm going to the tubes!
Dog and the efex?
The efex is already cured!
Everyone is lying,
They all play games, they all slander.
They love fame,
They love to tame my meek Adam's apple,
They love money and only successful people give it to them, they suck the one who boxes them,
He raps for the boxer to see
but I don't give a wea, yea!Fome, there are no shooting stars here!