Текст и перевод песни Crilo Champions - Hipócritas

Hipócritas

Pedían ayudan
Son como judas
No cabe duda
Creen que están por las nubes

Me llego la hora
Después no lloren
Mi momento esta por venir
Y no quiero que me jodan

Son fake like tekashi
Querían que les pasara el rache
Cargo puesta una versace
Pa' matarlo a todos con cache

Conozco a causas talentoso
Que por culpa de egoístas
Tiene que quemarse la
Pa' cumplir su sueño de artista

Yo si quiero puedo frontea'
Estoy pegando duro
Como una walther ppk
La bruja no se me escapan
Hablen si son o no son
Que ando con 3 en la vans
Pa' armarles una guerra como las guerra de Vietnam

Fumo en mi casa y en la house de mis hommie'
Y los culos que rescatan me los comí
No tengo hambre de fama ni de competí

PERO NO han encontrado uno que se parezca a mi

Negociando haciendo trueque
El camino no ha sido fácil
Visionario como jeque
Tengo todos los juguetes eh

3$ dolares por tu show es lo que hay so'
No me estés tratando como que si somos bro
Andas preguntando que si to lo mezclo yo
Porque todo lo que saco ahora suena PRO PRO PRO

Pedían ayudan
Son como judas
No cabe duda
Creen que están por las nubes

Me llego la hora
Después no lloren
Mi momento esta por venir
Y no quiero que me jodan

Hypocrites

They asked for help
They're like Judases
There's no doubt about it
They think they're in the clouds

My time has come
Don't come crying later
My moment is about to come
And I don't want you to screw me over

They're fake like Tekashi
They wanted me to pass them the stash
I wear Versace
To kill them all with cache

I know some talented musicians
Who, because of selfish people
Have to burn themselves out
To fulfill their dream of being an artist

I can show off if I want
I'm hitting hard
Like a Walther PPK
The witches can't escape me
Speak up, are they or aren't they
That I'm with 3 in the vans
To start a war like the Vietnam War

I smoke at my house and at my homies' houses
And I ate the asses that they rescued
I'm not hungry for fame or competition

BUT they haven't found one who compares to me

Negotiating, doing bartering
The path has not been easy
Visionary like a sheikh
I have all the toys, huh

Three dollars for your show is what's up, so
Don't treat me like we're bros
You go around asking if I mix everything myself
Because everything I put out now sounds so PRO

They asked for help
They're like Judases
There's no doubt about it
They think they're in the clouds

My time has come
Don't come crying later
My moment is about to come
And I don't want you to screw me over