Текст и перевод песни Chiki Wanted - To Estos ''Rappers''

To Estos ''Rappers''

To′ estos "rappers" no me dan de comer
To' estos "rappers" no me dan de fumar
To′ estos "rappers" no me quieren ni ver
Pero tarde o temprano iba a pasar
Vamo' a estar en tu liga mas arriba, arriba de lo que iba a llegar
Nigga ni ganas de ganarte pero esto algun día, día esto iba a pasar
Las ganas te van a matar
Cojete a mi wacha cojete a quien quiera
Que si son re putas es to su problema
De mi no se olvidan ni tomando buena
Yo ya no tomo la buena ahora cocino de la buena
Pa' venderla como crema, guarda que la olla te quema
Como droga de descarto, como una puta te parto
Rappers tan adentro el cuarto las paredes van cerrando (paco)
Sienten que se están ahogando, gracia a mi no están papeando
Papi vos sabe en lo que ando (droga)
Tengo a tu puta bailando (mental)
Y ella pensando en chuparlo
Mami te juro que me estas cansando
La locura se me hizo un mambo
Y los rapper piensan que me sigo drogando
No ya no me drogo y no por amor propio
Que mi mama llore me hizo tenerme odio
Ese bobo quiere un Ferrari
Yo solo pienso en sumar y
Vestirme todo de karl kani
Vestirme to de sarcany
Gucci Ruchi pa′ los fannis
Perro puchi no me ladres
Perro puchi no me ladres
Los perros puchi ahora ladran
Pero no entran en la cuadra
Aca las cosas no se hablan
Mucha piña poca parla
Mucha wawa moja el agua
De Caballito hasta Padua así la tengo de larga
Mucha wawa moja el agua
Ahora me llaman los productores me
Dicen por favor que yo colabore (NO NO)
Antes donde estuvieron papi siempre fuimos buenos
Tengo cosas guardadas pal video
Tengo cosas guardada pa′ tus ñeros
Tengo cosas guardadas que ni creo
Tengo cosas guardadas aparte el dinero
To estos rappers no son ra-peros
To estos rappers no son ra-peros(pero ellos lo saben)
To estos rappers no me dan de comer
Pero su puta me quiere papeaaa
Solo me quiere cojeer
La tengo que alimentar
Si ella se quiere mover
Quiero carne pa' agarrar
Mami vamo′ pal bikei
De tanto sex va adelgaza'
La pongo a esa puta en fitness
To los días to los findes
Quiere que con rose brinde
No me cabe esa gilada
Na de rose la rosada
La casa blanca rosada
Tiene la nariz manchada
La puta esta embalsamada
Toda dura colocada
Esa puta esta pasada
Yo estoy loco y no por nada
Sobredosis de la blanca
Rompe coxis pa′ tu wacha sobredosis de la blanca
(Rompe coxis rompe coxis)
To estos rappers no me quieren ni ver
To esos rappers me quieren intimidar
Saben ni apalo que no soy un fake
Y que no me voy a achicar
Si son veinte si son diez
Solo me voy a parar
Aunque mi combo no este igual me voy a parar
Todo pa' TNMD
Estoy metió en el trap
Esto pa′ mi no es un game
La plata va mas allá
De jugar o no jugar
'Toy puesto pa' trabajar
′Toy ready pa′ facturar
Taba ready tiempo atrás

To Estos ''Rappers''

To ' these "rappers" don't feed me
To ' these "rappers" do not give me to smoke
To ' these "rappers" don't even want to see me
But sooner or later it was going to happen
I'm gonna be in your league higher, higher than I was gonna get
Nigga I don't even want to win you over but this one day, day this was gonna happen
The desire will kill you
Fuck my wacha fuck whoever I want
That if they are re whores is to their problem
They don't forget about me even taking good
I don't take the good anymore now I cook from the good
To sell it like cream, save that the pot burns you
Like a throwaway drug, like a whore I give birth to you
Rappers so inside the room the walls are closing (paco)
They feel like they're drowning, thanks to me they're not pawing
Daddy you know what I'm up to (dope)
I've got your whore dancing (mental)
And she thinking about sucking it
Mommy I swear you're making me tired
The madness became a mambo to me
And the rappers think I'm still getting high
No I don't do drugs anymore and not for self love
My mom crying made me hate myself
That fool wants a Ferrari
I just think about adding and
Dressing Up Everything by Karl Kani
Dressing up... to sarcastically
Gucci Ruchi for the Fannis
Puchi dog don't bark at me
Puchi dog don't bark at me
The puchi dogs are barking now
But they don't come into the block
Here things are not spoken
A lot of pineapple little talk
A lot of wawa gets the water wet
From Little Horse to Padua so I have it long
A lot of wawa gets the water wet
Now the producers are calling me...
They say please let me collaborate (NO NO)
Before where they were daddy we were always good
I have things saved pal video
I have things saved for your
I have things saved that I don't even believe
I have things saved aside the money
To these rappers are not ra-buts
To these rappers are not ra-buts (but they know it)
To these rappers don't feed me
But his whore wants me papeaaa
He just wants me to limp
I have to feed her
If she wants to move
I want meat to ' grab
Mommy vamo' pal bikei
So much sex is going to lose weight'
I put that bitch in fitness
To the days to the weekends
He wants me to make a toast with Rose
I don't have that shit.
Na de rose the pink
The pink white house
His nose is stained
The bitch is embalmed
All hard placed
That bitch is past
I'm crazy and not for nothing
Overdose of the white
Break coccyx pa' tu wacha overdose of the white
(Breaks coccyx breaks coccyx)
To these rappers don't even want to see me
To those rappers want to intimidate me
They don't even know that I'm not a fake.
And that I'm not going to shrink
If it's twenty if it's ten
I'm just gonna stop
Even if my combo is not the same I'm going to stop
All pa' TNMD
I'm stuck in the trap
This pa' mi is not a game
The silver goes further
To play or not to play
'Toy put to' work
'Toy ready pa' check in
Taba ready some time ago