Текст и перевод песни FOYONE - Rap sin corte, Pt. 8

Rap sin corte, Pt. 8

Yo tóxico, animales mitológicos
Al próximo que se acerque lo mató
Voy descalzo no gasto en zapatos
Yo ni calco ni tengo contrato
No tengo músculos no soy guapo
Pero de calle tengo un rato
aprendimos a buscarnos el fajo
D.N.C sin trabajo
Opresión como Rambo en la guerra
Sobre esa perra abriendo sus piernas
Déjame que me divierta no te defiendas
Date la vuelta no te sorprendas, no creo que puedas,
seca al hombre de la silla de ruedas, alguién roba su cartera aaah
Joda al sistema, no me dan pena
No tiene cena y es noche buena, robala!
yo tampoco la tenía y aunque sonría no, nadie da na'
durmiendo comisaría la noche fría broh eso es ser real
24/7 compra y vete pa' que hables pronto
usa black and deckers
Enciende el soplete, ponle los grilletes
Si te metes al infierno va salir quemao'
Pa salir cuanto antes llama un abogao'
Si te metes en pelea tendra ojos morao'
To no le eh inventado
Eso es asi
Fue la calle colocao donde lo aprendi
Mi misión el millón, Sacrifico cualquier relación
Campeón yo no vendo humo
Que va primo solo me lo fumo
Sacando al partio al consumo canio me debe cuarenta de uno
Haciendo dinero
Con la pipa en la mano como un bandolero
Jugando con fuego, pero no nos quemamos
Aunque lo tocamos
Primo el fuego es mi hermano
Me suda la polla fulano
Me suda la polla fulana
La puta se come la lana me lia los porros y despues me lo mama
El mundo es sencillo
Quiere brillar el oro da brillo
Quieres matar, consigue un arma y aprieta el gatillo
Salta el casquillo
Cae al suelo el cuerpo
Ese hombre está muerto
Problema resuelto
RAP SIN CORTE 8 EN LA CASA PUTAAAA VIVA EL GTA.

Rap Without Cuts, Pt. 8

I'm toxic, a mythological beast,
I'll kill the next one who comes near.
I walk barefoot, I don't spend on shoes,
I don't copy, and I don't have a contract.
I don't have muscles, I'm not handsome,
But I've been on the streets for a while.
We learned to hustle for the cash,
D.N.C without a job.
Oppression like Rambo in the war,
Over that bitch spreading her legs.
Let me have my fun, don't defend yourself,
Turn around, don't be surprised, I don't think you can,
Dry the man in the wheelchair, someone steals his wallet aaah.
Fuck the system, I don't feel sorry for them,
He doesn't have dinner and it's Christmas Eve, steal it!
I didn't have it either and even though I smile, no, nobody gives a damn.
Sleeping in the police station on a cold night bro, that's being real.
24/7 buy and go so you can talk soon,
Use black and deckers.
Light the torch, put on the shackles,
If you go to hell, you'll come out burned.
To get out as soon as possible, call a lawyer.
If you get into a fight, you'll have black eyes.
I haven't made it up,
That's how it is,
It was the street, placed where I learned it.
My mission is a million, I sacrifice any relationship,
Champion, I don't sell smoke,
Come on cousin, I just smoke it.
Taking the party to consumption, Canio owes me forty-one.
Making money,
With the pipe in my hand like a bandit,
Playing with fire, but we don't get burned,
Even though we touch it,
Cousin, fire is my brother.
I don't give a fuck, dude,
I don't give a fuck, girl,
The bitch eats the wool, rolls my joints, and then sucks me off.
The world is simple,
If you want the gold to shine, polish it,
If you want to kill, get a gun and pull the trigger,
The shell jumps,
The body falls to the ground,
That man is dead,
Problem solved,
RAP WITHOUT CUTS 8 IN THE HOUSE BITCH, LONG LIVE GTA.