Текст и перевод песни De Killtros - Combak

Combak

El perro sigue ingiriendo de lo mismo
Vive, viven, pero consiguen con nivel
Deleitoso rigen
Genético del rap apático
Rasgan tu tráquea truquean y trata
Mira siguen siendo ratas
Atrás del papa
Pa' que no se pierda me captan
Patán te ataca la orden del patan
Patan tu bla bla
Blasfemia tu mira' destaca
Acá chuchetumare si siguen los mada faka

La vuelta a la manzana seis o chota
Mas con canes locales de una bola
Transportar la nota
La nota fue esparsida boca en boca
No hablo de boca a vocacion
Hablo de mota en rocas Ah ah
Monton de locas bocas flojas
Hablan de una verdad falsa notan el don
(Se enojan)
Hijo el fijon, murio por bueno
No por llenar la hoja
Mi bolsillo siguio el vicio
Y murio por cuenta propia

Quien queria tomar el mic, enemigos caen sin mirar
De killtros Combak
Quien va a tomar le mic, what?
Las pulgas se nos pegan por que quieren

Quien queria tomar el mic, enemigos caen sin mirar
De killtros Combak
Quien va a tomar le mic, what?
Las pulgas se nos pegan por que quieren

Dentro de esta cuadra, hay escenario ilimitado
Lastima que a ti nadie te haya invitado
Barrios bajos castigan arantirato batio
Cuarenta grado' y vario' gramos pa rolarlos en el patio
Ser artista pinta bien, este saco de piel
Tu lo viste este chanel, como yutas de matel
No quise ser juez de cerdo le de el interes de otros
Un cable un bafle y calle somos devotos

Oeh, conchetumare toma un time break
Que aqui hay seis tigers con hambre
Carnes de sangre fria cual iceberg
Somos survivals en esta nightmare
Aca los pacos son falsos tal como acusacion a Michael Jackson
Mi hardcore se cree Mick Tayson, ni cuando hay sol, me quemo
In the sky voy sin frenos
Directo mijado donde lanzo trueno mire abajo y contemo
Perros reales ya quedamos menos...

Pelmaso e' chato corren tras o quieren buscarnos
Provocarnos, pa que vayamo' a nombrarlos
Ni a palos van a sacarlos
De este espacio que visualisamos hace tantos años
En plaza quemando caños
Claro, ya nos tenían atao'
Pero por cada track saca'o un drama viejo muerto por estos laos
Si el rap a ti no te ha da'o
No es nuestra culpa aweonao
No eri' under por tener los temas mal grabao'

Quien queria tomar el mic, enemigos caen sin mirar
De killtros Combak
Quien va a tomar le mic, what?
Las pulgas se nos pegan por que quieren
Quien queria tomar el mic, enemigos caen sin mirar
De killtros Combak
Quien va a tomar le mic, what?
Las pulgas se nos pegan por que quieren

(Es el destino de killtros)

Combak

The dog keeps eating the same thing
They live, but they get by with level
Delightful rule
Genetic of apathetic rap
They tear your windpipe, they hustle and treat
Look, they're still rats
Behind the Pope
So they don't get lost, they get me
Thug attacks you, the order of the thug
Thug your blah blah
Blasphemy your look stands out
Here dude, if the mada faka keeps going

The walk around the block six or chota
But with local dogs of a ball
Transporting the note
The note was spread word of mouth
I'm not talking about mouth to vocation
I'm talking about weed in rocks Ah ah
A bunch of crazy loose mouths
They talk about a false truth, they notice the gift
(They get mad)
Son's fixation, died for good
Not for filling the sheet
My pocket followed the vice
And I died on my own

Who wanted to take the mic, enemies fall without looking
De killtros Combak
Who's going to take the mic, what?
The fleas stick to us because they want to

Who wanted to take the mic, enemies fall without looking
De killtros Combak
Who's going to take the mic, what?
The fleas stick to us because they want to

Inside this block, there is an unlimited stage
Too bad nobody invited you
Low class neighborhoods punish arantirato batio
Forty degrees and several grams to roll them in the yard
Being an artist looks good, this bag of skin
You saw this chanel, like a police officer's matel
I didn't want to be a judge of a pig, give him the interest of others
A cable, a speaker, and the street, we are devoted

Oeh, motherf*cker, take a time break
That here are six tigers hungry
Cold blooded carnivores like an iceberg
We are survivors in this nightmare
Here the cops are fake just like the accusations against Michael Jackson
My hardcore thinks it's Mick Tyson, not even when there's sun, I get burned
In the sky I go without brakes
Straight, my dude, where I throw thunder, look down and I shudder
Real dogs we are less and less...

Flat-nosed pelmaso run after or want to look for us
Provoke us, so we go and name them
Not even with sticks they will get them out
Of this space that we have visualized for so many years
In the square, burning pipes
Of course, they already had us tied
But for each track taken out, an old drama, dead for these sides
If rap hasn't given you anything
It's not our fault, asshole
You're not under because your themes are badly recorded

Who wanted to take the mic, enemies fall without looking
De killtros Combak
Who's going to take the mic, what?
The fleas stick to us because they want to
Who wanted to take the mic, enemies fall without looking
De killtros Combak
Who's going to take the mic, what?
The fleas stick to us because they want to

(It's the destiny of killtros)