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

Puro Shhhile (feat. Ley 20mil & DJ Transe)

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 5 los pitos (ssss)
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 20Mil 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 20 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 (aaah)

Con mayor razón ya no vamos aho-ra
Son las 2 ya, horatón pa'
Tomar vodka
Con la roca por fa compa
Acompáñenme en la tomatera
Son las 2 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
(Ahh, 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 (feat. Ley 20mil & DJ Transe)

Yo, I know we're ready for anything,
Partying with bare feet
Cunningness abounds
Flow invented in my city
More tentacles than Alibaba
You've gone beyond gladiolus and calla lily
Start showing off
With the beach and the sandals
Flag on my clothes is fancy
I take out the mirror for the mics
I always live like a little boy
I multiply the joints by 5 (ssss)
Faster for writing
Dude, where there's red wine, I demand it
If you want, I'll cover you in chicks
Even on my crucifix
You're not from the hood
You had to be Chilean, dumbass
No regrets about reggaeton
I'm paying attention, not to MSN or your buzzes
Only needles if some dudes
Mess with my crew
And you, let out those screams
My compliments are crimes
I put in and take out, baby
This is real, not demagoguery
Ley 20Mil and Chyste Mc
Your pencil will break
We leave our mark
With this MC.
Pure Chile is your cloudy sky'

Pure breezes of joints in the temple
We're not anything new
¡Fuck, fuck!
President, go to bed
Since they're gonna hang you in the hood
I need drugs to inspire me
But the cops are tight
We gotta get outta here.

You, we're the biggest deal

The most drunk at the bar
The MCs for the mic
And the whores for the roundabout
Here it's not unusual to see a horny chick
Eating anaconda
Who in front of her daddy hugs her teddy bear
Adorned with lace
The heart doesn't soften anymore
With her cool little friends
Who when they go to buy you joints
They cut your tail
If I'm clever
Stay quiet
Here we're tough
Not dogged, you wanna bounce?
To the brawl
I have a notebook that's bound
It leaves you humiliated
This is 20 mil
Along with the dog of the screwed-up drunk
We're not even close'
If you're awake'
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!
Who knows what I smoked, but wow! it elevated me!
But my voice is no longer going
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 in the temple
We're not anything new
¡Fuck, fuck!
President, go to bed

Since they're gonna hang you in the hood
I need drugs to inspire me

But the cops are tight
We gotta get outta here.

Hey bro
Let's go buy something
Even if it's by force

To steal it and I'm broke
I won't be long, dude
It's that I haven't eaten anything, man

Your ham saved us

And your bread with dinosaur came out
Short ass guard
He already called the cops (aaah)

With more reason we're not going now-ow
It's 2 o'clock already, time to
Drink vodka
With the rock please buddy
Join me in the tomato plant
It's only 2
And I want to throw everything away just with the beers
Toast to the good weed
The high ones are many
And their glasses to look at someone else's girlfriend
(Ahh, you're a piece of shit)
And you're a piece of shit with sand
If she's alone, babe
Lady wait with your mouth full
(Rude)
Don't think bad, 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 in the temple
We're not anything new
¡Fuck, fuck!
President, go to bed
Since they're gonna hang you in the hood

I need drugs to inspire me
But the cops are tight
We gotta get outta here.
I have a poem for you.

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

Do you care that much, asshole
They lack harvest
Dumbass
It's forecasted for tomorrow some dick-sucking-for dick-sucking
Suck their titties
What the fuck, dude
Made up of pure crying people
Wash your pussy
La la wash your pussy!