Текст и перевод песни Chystemc feat. Ley 20mil & DJ Transe - Puro Shhhile

Puro Shhhile

Vo' saí que estamos víos pa la vara
Paranda pata pela
Sobra la astucia

Flow invented en mi ciudad
Más pulpos que alibaba
Tay pasao a gladiol y cala
Comienza a fanfarrear
Con lo shore y con las chalas
Bandera en mi ropa e' gala
Saco el espejo a las micros
Siempre vivo la de cabro chico
Multiplico por cinco los pitos

Más veloces pa' lo escrito
Mijo, donde hay tinto lo exijo
Si qeri te tapo en pollos
Hasta en mi crucifijo
Vo' no soy del caserio
Vo' tení que ser chileno ascurrio
No reggaetonto arrepentio'
Toy atento no al MSN ni pa' tus zumbios
Sólo aguja si algunos weones
Se paran con los míos
Y usted suelte esos gritos
Mis piropos son delitos

Pongo y quito socia
Esto es real no es la dematogia
Ley veinte mil y Chyste Mc
Se va a romper tu pencil
Dejamos nuestra huella
Con este mc
Puro Shile es tu cielo nublao'

Pura brisas de porros en la sien
No somos na' de recién
Fuck, fuck
Presidenta anda a acostarte
Ya que en la lleca te van a colgarte
Necesito droga pa' inspirarme
Pero chaucha los pacos
Hay que virarse

You, somos la nota más gorda

Los más curaos e' la fonda
Los mcs pal' micro
Y las putas pa' la rotonda
Aca no es raro cachara cachonda
Comiendo anaconda
Que frente a su papi abraza su peluche
Adornao con blonda
Ya no se ablanda el cora

Con sus amiguitos piolas
Que cuando van a comprarte porros
Te cortan la cola
Si soy avivao'
Quédate callao'
Aquí somo' aperrao
No perriao, qerí virarte?
Para la machao
Tengo un cuaderno que está anillao
Te deja humillao
Esto es veinte mil
Junto al perro del borra atornillao
No estamo' ni al lao'
Si despabilao'
Yo no soy Juan Luis

Pero quiero guerra con esa woman del Callao
En el escenario soy destrolla en un tramolla como vo'
Sepa moya lo que fumé, pero vaya! me elevó
Más ya no se va la voz
En esta pista e' Mario Bros
No me agravo cuando grabo estas payas con estos bro.
Puro shile es tu cielo nublao
Pura brisas de porros en la sien
No somos na' de recién
Fuck, fuck
Presidenta anda a acostarte

Ya que en la lleca te van a colgarte
Necesito droga pa' inspirarme

Pero chaucha los pacos
Hay que virarse

Oe hermano
Vamos a comprarnos algo
Aunque salto mano

Pa' robarlo y ando pato
Ya no tardo wacho
Es que no e' almorzao na' po cauro

Su jamoná nos salvó

Y salió su pan con chanchosaurio
Guardia culiao chato
A los pacos ya los llamó

Con mayor razón ya no vamos aho-ra
Son las dos ya, horatón pa'
Tomar vodka
Con la roca por fa compa
Acompáñenme en la tomatera
Son las dos apenas
Y quiero botar too apenas con las chelas
Brindar por la mota wena
Los volaos son caletas
Y sus lentes pa mirar polola ajena
Ah, vo' soy una mierda

Y vo' una mierda con arena
Si está sola nena
Eñora espera con la boca llena
Ordinario

No sea mal pensada dama
Jamás le hablaría así
O quizas sí por la borrachera.
Puro shile es tu cielo nublao
Pura brisas de porros en la sien
No somos na' de recién
Fuck, fuck
Presidenta anda a acostarte
Ya que en la lleca te van a colgarte

Necesito droga pa' inspirarme
Pero chaucha los pacos
Hay que virarse.
Le tengo un poema.

Que lo que te hay imaginao' maricón conchetumare
Da lo mismo wn

Tanto te importa perro culiao
Lo faltan zafraaada
Aweonao
Esta pronosticado para mañana unas chupa-pa chupas de pico
Chúpales loh peshooh
Que weá culiao
Conformao' de pura gente chora
Lávate la concha
La la lávate la conchampu!

Pure Chile

You know we're ready for action
Party, bare feet
Cunning abounds

Flow invented in my city
More hustlers than Alibaba
You've gone beyond gladiolus and calla
Start showing off
With the shore and with the sandals
Flag on my clothes is gala
I pull out the mirror to the mics
I always live the life of a little kid
I multiply the whistles by five

Faster for the written
Son, where there is red wine, I demand it
If you want, I'll cover you in chickens
Even in my crucifix
You're not from the hood
You have to be a cunning Chilean
No reggaeton, I'm repentant'
I'm attentive, not to MSN or your nonsense
Just a needle if some dudes
Stand up with mine
And you let out those screams
My compliments are crimes

I put on and take off, partner
This is real, not demagoguery
Ley veinte mil and Chyste Mc
Your pencil will break
We leave our mark
With this mc
Pure Chile is your cloudy sky

Pure breezes of joints on the temple
We're not new
Fuck, fuck
President, go to bed
Since they're going to hang you in the slum
I need drugs to inspire me
But the cops are watching
We have to split

Yo, we're the fattest note

The most drunk in the fonda
The mcs for the mic
And the whores for the roundabout
Here it's not uncommon to find a horny bitch
Eating anaconda
Who in front of her daddy hugs her teddy bear
Adorned with lace
The heart no longer softens

With her cool friends
That when they go to buy you joints
They cut your tail
If I'm smart
Stay quiet'
Here we are tough
Not doggy, you wanna turn around?
For the macho
I have a notebook that is ringed
It leaves you humiliated
This is twenty thousand
Next to the dog of the drunkard screwed
We're not even close'
If you're smart'
I'm not Juan Luis

But I want war with that woman from Callao
On stage I'm a beast in a mess like you
God knows what I smoked, but wow! it elevated me
But the voice is no longer going away
On this track, I'm Mario Bros
I don't get aggravated when I record these jokes with these bros.
Pure chile is your cloudy sky
Pure breezes of joints on the temple
We're not new
Fuck, fuck
President, go to bed

Since they're going to hang you in the slum
I need drugs to inspire me

But the cops are watching
We have to split

Hey brother
Let's go buy something
Even though it's a snatch

To steal it and I'm broke
I won't be long, dude
It's just that I haven't had lunch, man

His ham saved us

And his bread with dinosaursauce came out
Short ass guard
He's already called the cops

With more reason we're not going now
It's two o'clock already, time to
Drink vodka
With the rock, please, buddy
Join me in the tomato
It's only two o'clock
And I want to throw everything away just with the beers
Toast to the good weed
The flights are many
And your glasses to look at someone else's girlfriend
Ah, you're a piece of shit

And you're a piece of shit with sand
If she's alone, baby
Lady, wait with your mouth full
Vulgar

Don't be a bad-thinking lady
I would never talk to you like that
Or maybe I would because of the drunkenness.
Pure chile is your cloudy sky
Pure breezes of joints on the temple
We're not new
Fuck, fuck
President, go to bed
Since they're going to hang you in the slum

I need drugs to inspire me
But the cops are watching
We have to split.
I have a poem for you.

That what you've imagined, faggot motherfucker
It doesn't matter, dude

You care so much, you fucking dog
They need a beating
Asshole
It's forecast for tomorrow some dick-sucking
Suck their dicks
What the fuck, dude
Made up of pure tough people
Wash your pussy
Wash your pussy!