Текст и перевод песни Ill Mascaras - Trapatio

Trapatio

A matarte es arte, Usó las palabras para no andar en la cárcel.
Chales. Estes Artes mi jale. Dios vino del cielo solo para cachietarte.
Buenas tardes... amigo sube el volumen carnalito... alcen las manos en el casa baby, este beat pega bien chido- wooo!
Máscaras en la cara, sin micrófono, yo controlo la casa.
Que transa, homie que pasa. Pantalones llenos Emiliano Zapata.
Que tal madafaka... amigo, sube el volumen carnalito... alcen las manos en la casa bebe, este beat pega bien chido- woo!
Si no sabes como trapear, no me sirves na.
So no sabes como trapear, no me sirves na.
Hey Pobre, ponle aguacate a mi beat. Ponle aguacate al master y el mix.
12 de tecates toma para los envases, toma ponle aguacate- guacamole con chips.
Rastaman, Pokemon, fumando con Aleman. Lastima la mota que me dieron aye en Culiacan... donde van? Estilo de karate- Shotokan. Ill Mascaras el number juan!
No mames wey, no mames wey, no seas imbecil. Toma 3 coscorrones con botella de Pepsi.
Tengo pistola, traviesa y sexy. Me mete en problemas como Lucy al Desi.
Quieren oírme, pero sin censura.
Como León de la tribu de Juda.
Trucha hijue puta aye te busca mi bazooka, daddadadaddada, toma nueve en la nuca.
Yeah, yeah, im a G from the West Coast. En mi carro Morrissey y Depeche Mode. Todos estos wannabees, nunca pueden con el beat, vamos a rolar el weed baby lets go.
Desde morro ando en el desmadre- Junior Mafia.
Soy tu desgracia, yo te desconecto- eutanasia.
A matarte es arte, Usó las palabras para no andar en la cárcel.
Chales. Estes Artes mi jale. Dios vino del cielo solo para cachietarte.
Buenas tardes... amigo sube el volumen carnalito... alcen las manos en el casa baby, este beat pega bien chido- wooo!

Máscaras en la cara, sin micrófono, yo controlo la casa.
Que transa, homie que pasa. Pantalones llenos Emiliano Zapata.
Que tal madafaka... amigo, sube el volumen carnalito... alcen las manos en la casa bebe, este beat pega bien chido- woo!
Si no sabes como trapear, no me sirves na.
So no sabes como trapear, no me sirves na.

Calmate o te calmo. Me desperte bien temprano. Crudo tambien marijuano. Con tu ruca a mi lado.
Aye esta tu Uber afuera, un abrazo y un like... patada en culo- eso son Reebok o son Nike.
Come on sacudelo nena.
Muevelo cosita bella.
Mover ese culo gordo,
Paya y paca para un player.
Come on Sacudelo nena.
Muevelo cosita bella.
Mover ese culo gordo,
Paya y paca para un player.
El me la pela, ella me la pela.
Todos me la pelan. Todos me la pelan.

Trapatio

Killing you is art, I used words to avoid going to jail.
Damn. This art is my hustle. God came from heaven just to slap you in the face.
Good evening... my friend, turn up the volume, brother... throw your hands up in the house, baby, this beat is banging - woo!
Masks on my face, no microphone, I control the house.
What's up, homie, what's going on? Trousers full of Emiliano Zapata.
What's up, motherf**ker... my friend, turn up the volume, brother... throw your hands up in the house, baby, this beat is banging - woo!
If you don't know how to hustle, you are useless to me.
So if you don't know how to hustle, you are useless to me.
Hey Pobre, put avocado on my beat. Put avocado on the master and the mix.
12 Tecates, drink for the containers, drink, put avocado on it - guacamole with chips.
Rastaman, Pokemon, smoking with Aleman. Too bad about the weed they gave me yesterday in Culiacan... where are you going? Karate style - Shotokan. Ill Mascaras number one!
Don't f**k with me, man, don't f**k with me, don't be an imbecile. Take 3 slaps with a Pepsi bottle.
I have a gun, wicked and sexy. It gets me in trouble like Lucy and Desi.
They want to hear me, but without censorship.
Like a lion from the tribe of Judah.
Watch out, son of a b*tch, my bazooka is looking for you today, daddadadaddada, take nine to the back of the neck.
Yeah, yeah, I'm a G from the West Coast. In my car, Morrissey and Depeche Mode. All these wannabes can never keep up with the beat, let's roll the weed, baby, let's go.
Since I was a kid, I've been in the madness - Junior Mafia.
I'm your misfortune, I'll unplug you - euthanasia.
Killing you is art, I used words to avoid going to jail.
Damn. This art is my hustle. God came from heaven just to slap you in the face.
Good evening... my friend, turn up the volume, brother... throw your hands up in the house, baby, this beat is banging - woo!

Masks on my face, no microphone, I control the house.
What's up, homie, what's going on? Trousers full of Emiliano Zapata.
What's up, motherf**ker... my friend, turn up the volume, brother... throw your hands up in the house, baby, this beat is banging - woo!
If you don't know how to hustle, you are useless to me.
So if you don't know how to hustle, you are useless to me.

Calm down or I'll calm you down. I woke up early. Hungover and high on marijuana too. With your chick next to me.
Hey, your Uber is outside, a hug and a like... kick in the ass - are those Reeboks or Nikes.
Come on, shake it, girl.
Move it, beautiful thing.
Move that fat ass,
Pay and pack for a player.
Come on, shake it, girl.
Move it, beautiful thing.
Move that fat ass,
Pay and pack for a player.
He sucks me off, she sucks me off.
Everybody sucks me off. Everybody sucks me off.