Текст и перевод песни Homer el Mero Mero - Basado en hechos reales

Basado en hechos reales

Fifty on my wrist y 40 en otra (en la muñeca)
So how many g, delivery de coca (yeh, yeh, yeh, má loca)
Yo', pa', qué dura que está esta nota (nota)
Overdose of hennessy, el cerebro casí explota

No duermo de hace día' pero no me importa (para na', na')
Porque estoy de cumpleaño', vine a por la torta
Pero don't stop, don't stop; la vida es una bitch, no hay otra
Por eso me la vivo como un jodido rockstar (eh, jo', rockstar)

Luciendo mi' tatuajes en el juego como Allen (Allen)
El má' polémico del rap pero también el que má' vale (yeh)
Mi nombre está en la' boca' de la' multinacionale' (hablan mucho)
Y de todo' lo' que me odian porque esto no le' sale (no le' sale)

180 recitale', trato', boliches y bare' (woh, woh, woh, woh)
Modo diablo má' que suave; mami
El que sabe, sabe (modo diablo woh, woh, woh, woh)
Yo sólo escribo verdade' (woh, woh)
Si quiere noticia, llame (woh, woh)
Mi historia e' contar papel basada
En hecho' reale' (woh, yeh, yeh, woh)

Tenía la billetera sin un peso y mucho hambre
Y un preso amigo que pedía que no lo defraude
Así salí a poner el pecho, ¿qué má' va a importarme?
Tengo un ñeri pa' que me brinde y otro pa' que guarde

Tu rap un fraude, una mentira de caballo o duhalde
El nuestro e' real como mamá lavando ropa en balde
Yo fui un bandido desde nene y un prócer del sample
Por eso e' que ahora uso calibre' cada ve' má' grande

Puta, ¿qué mierda a mí me falta pa' ganarlo todo?
Si estoy sonando a punto caramelo, siempre a tono
Se cree rapero y su papá paga su ropa polo
Nunca tuvo valore' pa' poder ganarlo solo

Slow motion cuando llego, ya casi sin vista
Mi flow gordo de la calle me hace ser artista
Tanta droga mezclada, esto es una ensalada mixta
Estoy secando mi cristal en papel de revista

Based on True Events

Fifty on my wrist and 40 in another (on my wrist)
So how many g, coca delivery (yeah, yeah, yeah, you crazy)
Yo', Dad, how hard this note is (note)
Overdose of Hennessy, my brain almost explodes

I haven't slept in days but I don't care (not at all, no')
'Cause it's my birthday, I came for the cake
But don't stop, don't stop; life is a bitch, there's no other
That's why I live it like a fucking rockstar (huh, rockstar)

Flashing my' tattoos in the game like Allen (Allen)
The most controversial in rap but also the most valuable (yeah)
My name is on the' lips' of the' multinationals' (they talk a lot)
And of all' the' people who hate me because they can't do it (they can't do it)

180 recitals, deals, nightclubs and bars (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Devil mode, smoother than smooth; baby
The one who knows, knows (devil mode, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I only write truth' (whoa, whoa)
If you want news, call (whoa, whoa)
My story is telling paper based
On true' facts (whoa, yeah, yeah, whoa)

My wallet was empty and I was very hungry
And a prisoner friend who asked me not to let him down
So I went out to stand up for him, what else could I do?
I have a bro to give me some, and another to keep it safe

Your rap is a fraud, a lie like a horse or Duhalde
Ours is real like mom washing clothes in a bucket
I was a crook since I was a kid and a pioneer of the sample
That's why I'm using calibers' more and more' now

Bitch, what the hell do I lack to win everything?
If I'm sounding perfectly in tune, always on pitch
He thinks he's a rapper and his daddy pays for his polo clothes
He never had the guts' to be able to win it on his own

Slow motion when I arrive, almost blind
My street-tough flow of the street makes me an artist
So many drugs mixed together, this is a mixed salad
I'm drying my crystal on a magazine