Текст и перевод песни Don Laden - Pilato

Pilato

Salgo con las manos limpias
Ellos tan rojos de envidia
Se piensan que tienen Cria
Nosotros estamos joseando en familia
Las cosas siempre las decimos fría
Cómo saber loco en quien se confía?
Podes terminar viendo pasar los días
Ni a los amigos se fia
Era ley lo que decía
Estaban en guerra con armas vacías
Quisieron matarme un lenguaje nacía
Mi mamá preguntaba loco que hacía
Yo depresivo porque ella sufría

Algunos te mandan en cana, rana
Y otros por marihuana se te viran
Nos lo quedamos aduana
No dicen nada
Y si te dicen es mentira

No puedo tener la cabeza tranquila
Se hacía mi amigo y ahora me tira
Tamos subiendo ahora quien se retira
Nosotros vamos a repartir la comida

Invertimos, la plata no deliro
Del nuevo lenguaje comprastes el libro
Camino a la calle se huele el peligro
Taban los ratis tirando con Hidro

Esos raperos fumando lechuga
No pueden cazar ni tortuga
Si tamos matando? pregunta boluda
Nosotros pusimos la liga más dura

Y ahora to′ quieren hacer un palo como este
Vamo a subir loco aunque nos cueste
Tiramos la máquina salen 3 "7"
Ellos son chota cuando hay un apriete

Sacamos la gente que reste
Hay gente que quiere traernos la peste

Loco los fierros no son un juguete
Si fueses del barrio te rompen los dientes
Y te lo digo para que te orientes
Acá no duran mucho los valientes
Van a vivir loco de lo que siembren
Mira que lo feka dura para siempre

Pilato

I come out with clean hands
They are so red with envy
They think they have Cria
We are chilling with family
We always say things calmly
How do you know who you can trust?
You can end up watching the days go by
Don't trust even your friends
It was the law that he spoke
They were at war with empty weapons
They wanted to kill me a new language was being born
My mother asked me what I was doing
I was depressed because she was suffering

Some will send you to jail, frog
And others will turn you in for marijuana
We keep it at customs
They say nothing
And if they do, it's a lie

I can't have peace of mind
He was my friend and now he's throwing me under the bus
We're going up now, who's leaving?
We're going to distribute the food

We invest, I don't waste money
You bought the book of the new language
On the way to the street you can smell the danger
The rats were shooting Hydro

Those rappers smoking lettuce
They can't even catch a turtle
Are we killing? Stupid question
We put on the hardest league

And now everyone wants to make a beat like this
We're going to rise, even if it costs us
We pull the machine, 3 "7"s come out
They're snitches when there's a jam

We take out the people who are left over
There are people who want to bring us the plague

Man, guns are not toys
If you were from the neighborhood, they'd break your teeth
And I tell you this for your own good
The brave don't last long here
They'll live on what they sow
Look, the feka lasts forever