Текст и перевод песни DELLAFUENTE - Speakin Chichos

Speakin Chichos

(Sin estar en Christmas te regalo hits men.)
(De Corea pal′ estudio, puta flipback)

Como los Chichos, saca la cachimba ya,
Que eso no da positivo en la analítica.
La moda lírica le sale ir de víctima
Para llorar a Jerusalén es mi política.
Vengo del camino ronda, esquinas, gardenias.
Dirección la casa de la Noelia
Cobrando una mierda no llega pa' multas.
Al menos lo que haga no es pa′ gustar.
No me callo siempre salto como Jump
Jimmy, moviendo el juego, como Brahimi.
Slowly, fast. Yo vivo como a mí me viene,
Y a mi lao' mi diosa de diecinueve. Hay un punto de goma,
Ahí al lao' de la iglesia. Los payos lo saben, pero no interesa.
Tú que farsas de que te comes ese rosco,
Dímelo o es mentira que esas ya me las conozco.

(Que esas ya me las conozco.)
(Que esas ya me las conozco.)
(Que esas ya me las conozco.)
(Rollin′ rizlas, dándome respiros a lo KitKat)

Dellafuente vuelve a lo de antes, puta is back.
Sin estar en Christmas, te regalo hits men.

De Corea pal′ estudio, puta flipback.
Rollin' rizlas, dándome respiros a lo KitKat.
Dellafuente vuelve a lo de antes, puta is back.
Sin estar en Christmas te regalo hits men.
De Corea pal′ estudio, puta flipback.

Tú no lo haces fresco, primo ni de lejos.
Esto sale solo, no se aprende en el colegio.
¿Eres una perra? Sí, como Lassie.
¿Tú me llegas a la suela? Bueno casi, casi.
Yo no meto embustes chico, yo no te engaño.
Te dejo en ridículo como si te hago un caño.
¿Te dejé pastando? Sí, pa' que relinches.
Pa′ que tú no inventes, que no eres Da Vinci.

Estamos en la calle en Plaza Castilla
Bernardo er Sergito. Sí, en Armilla.
Esto acaba de empezar, es solo una idea
Dieciocho, mil, cien, chico, barrio Corea.

Yo he nacío' arrepentío′ de no poder cantar.
Si la voz hubiera tenío' no estaría rapeando. (No, no)
(Kimbala, kimba, kimba, kim, bam ba'...)

Yo he nacío′ arrepentío′ de no poder cantar.
Si la voz hubiera tenío' no estaría rapeando. (No, no)
Kimbala, kimba, kimba, kim, bam ba′...

Speakin Chichos

(Without even being Christmas, I give you hits, man.)
(From Korea to the studio, fucking flipback)

Like the Chichos, take out your pipe now,
Because that doesn't show up on drug tests.
The lyrical fashion now is playing the victim,
To weep for Jerusalem is my policy.
I come from the ring road, street corners, gardenias.
Heading for Noelia's house.
Earning shit, it doesn't even cover fines.
At least what I do is not to please anyone.
I don't shut up, I always jump like Jumpman,
Jimmy, moving the game, like Brahimi.
Slowly, fast. I live how it comes to me,
And by my side, my nineteen-year-old goddess. There's a rubber point,
Right next to the church. The gypsies know it, but they're not interested.
You, who pretends to eat that donut,
Tell me, or is it a lie, 'cause I know those girls already.

(Cause I know those girls already.)
(Cause I know those girls already.)
(Cause I know those girls already.)
(Rolling spliffs, taking breaks KitKat style)

Dellafuente is back to the old ways, bitch is back.
Without even being Christmas, I give you hits, man.

From Korea to the studio, fucking flipback.
Rolling spliffs, taking breaks KitKat style.
Dellafuente is back to the old ways, bitch is back.
Without even being Christmas I give you hits, man.
From Korea to the studio, fucking flipback.

You don't do it fresh, cousin, not even close.
This comes out on its own, it's not learned at school.
Are you a bitch? Yeah, like Lassie.
Do you even reach my sole? Well, almost, almost.
I don't lie, kid, I don't deceive you.
I leave you ridiculous as if I nutmeg you.
Did I leave you grazing? Yes, so you whinny.
So you don't invent, that you're not Da Vinci.

We're on the street in Plaza Castilla.
Bernardo or Sergito, yeah, in Armilla.
This has just begun, it's just an idea.
Eighteen, thousand, one hundred, kid, Korea neighborhood.

I was born regretting not being able to sing.
If I had the voice, I wouldn't be rapping. (No, no)
(Kimbala, kimba, kimba, kim, bam ba'...)

I was born regretting not being able to sing.
If I had the voice I wouldn't be rapping. (No, no)
Kimbala, kimba, kimba, kim, bam ba'...