Текст и перевод песни Shoda Monkas feat. Gallardo - Plusmarca

Plusmarca

Que me trague la tierra no quiero suspense
Mi música most wanted cómo Banksy
Esos locos en yous casas Están bebiendo Dalsy
Aquí va a pasar lo que quiera que pase
Lo entiendes zorra? vómito en tu outfit
Bebiendo ginebra escuchando el casino chips
The big bang theory vistiendo de Gucci
Tú y tu grupo de colegas puro wolowitz
Chaquetones del noventa
Mamá quelme y joma
Ahora North Face por Supreme en el plumas
Lo mío es plusmarca, Karnal, Barcelona
No llegas a la meta si nunca has tenido una
Estoy metido pero fuera de la industria
No saben lo que hay dentro como embargos a lo bestia
Tengo una paciencia celestial pero hablo
Con ese artista y pienso: le daría de hostias
No trago que sean buenas cuando yo las llevo falsas
Tengo hasta mei yord detrás no vendemos ni el merchan
Nadie quiere regar una flor que ha nacido pocha
Pero cuando esté arriba entonces lo querrás a pachas
Moviendo ficha ma pero no son peones
Déjame otros 20 y te los doy el lunes
Muere joven, deja un bonito cadáver
Buenas rachas, malas decisiones
El malote de tu barrio no es nadie sin un medio
Aquí vienen los de azul y les ponemos a hacer cardio
Vigila tu comentario, solo yo me desprestigio
He dejao mi ética en arresto domiciliario
La madre que me pário
Salen de casa con cero y se vuelven con tus chivatos
Os dejo a cuatro, en lo vuestro garabatos
Realismo contra actores de teatro
Conexión con Albacete a la vieja usanza
Que me saque gratis la minga es una ganga
Reclamo lo vital, tu mundo idílico me sobra
Estamos cocinando pa que os matéis por la tarta
Preocupaos por la imagen y las ventas,
Yo bajo al parque dos días seguidos con el mismo chándal
Me meo en tu V.I.P. con dos botellas pagao por tu vieja
Mis chavales donde pillen celebran la gesta
Me crié donde creen que la tierra es plana
Entre tags montana sueñan ser Tony Montana
Suben y bajan dejan diez fiaos en la gitana
Que si hoy no sale el sol ya saldrá mañana
No me complace si te agrada
Qué facil se ve desde la grada
Lloro cataratas, mi mente un prado donde cultivo esperanza
Y tu mirada lo único que me amansa

Benchmark

Let the earth swallow me, I don't want suspense
My music is most wanted like Banksy
Those crazy people in your houses are drinking Dalsy
Here whatever happens is gonna happen
Do you get it, bitch? Vomit on your outfit
Drinking gin listening to the casino chips
The Big Bang Theory dressing in Gucci
You and your group of colleagues are pure Wolowitz
Nineties jackets
Mom, Kelme and Joma
Now North Face by Supreme on the feathers
Mine is a benchmark, Karnal, Barcelona
You don't reach the goal if you've never had one
I'm in but outside the industry
They don't know what's inside like beastly seizures
I have celestial patience but I speak
With that artist and I think: I'd beat the shit out of him
I can't stand them being good when I'm wearing fake ones
I even have Mei Yord behind, we don't even sell the merch
Nobody wants to water a flower that was born rotten
But when I'm on top then you'll want it in bunches
Making moves ma, but they're not pawns
Give me another 20 and I'll give them to you on Monday
Die young, leave a beautiful corpse
Good streaks, bad decisions
Your neighborhood tough guy is nobody without a half
Here come the blue boys and we make them do cardio
Watch your comment, only I discredit myself
I've left my ethics under house arrest
Mother who bore me
They leave home with zero and come back with your trinkets
I leave you four to your scribbles
Realism against theater actors
Connection with Albacete the old fashioned way
Getting my dick sucked for free is a bargain
I claim the vital, your idyllic world is too much for me
We're cooking so you kill each other for the cake
Worry about the image and sales,
I go down to the park two days in a row with the same tracksuit
I piss on your VIP with two bottles paid for by your old lady
My boys celebrate the feat wherever they catch it
I grew up where they think the earth is flat
Between Montana tags they dream of being Tony Montana
They go up and down leaving ten fiats at the gypsy's
If the sun doesn't come out today, it will come out tomorrow
I'm not happy if you like it
How easy it looks from the stands
I cry cataracts, my mind a meadow where I cultivate hope
And your look is the only thing that tames me