Текст и перевод песни King Blak - Gente Real Gente Falsa

Gente Real Gente Falsa

Wooh Wooh...
A Dios le pedí en mi oración
Que eliminará a mis enemigos
Y sin darme cuenta
Me fue alejando de ciertos amigos
Y en oración oí una voz que a mi me decía
Hijo mío te estás superando y eso viene casado con la envidia

Hay gente real gente real y gente falsa
Haters que te hablan de frente
Amigos que hablan a tu espalda
Hay gente que lo tiene todo y es como si no tienen nada
No son reales y tampoco leales
Por eso es que todo les falta

Hay gente real gente real y gente falsa
Haters que te hablan de frente
Amigos que hablan a tu espalda
Hay gente que lo tiene todo y es como si no tienen nada
No son reales y tampoco leales
Por eso es que todo les falta

Yo en nadie confío
Por que si estás ganando para verte perdiendo
Nunca va a faltar un mal partido
Y es que el envidioso no quiere nada tuyo
Solo quiere verte jodido
Y siempre resulta que el que más te odia
Es uno que a sufrido contigo
Por eso es que yo juego vivo

Por eso es que yo ando mosca en nadie confio aunque lo conozca
Se vino abajo La Cosa Nostra
Me mantengo firme a toda costa.

Por eso es que yo ando vivo
A cualquier pistola se le sale un tiro
Tu peor enemigo puede ser tu amigo
El que se crio desde niño contigo

Hay gente real gente real y gente falsa
Haters que te hablan de frente
Amigos que hablan a tu espalda
Hay gente que lo tiene todo y es como si no tienen nada
No son reales y tampoco leales
Por eso es que todo les falta

Hay gente real gente real y gente falsa
Haters que te hablan de frente
Amigos que hablan a tu espalda
Hay gente que lo tiene todo y es como si no tienen nada
No son reales y tampoco leales
Por eso es que todo les falta

Yo solo te pido Señor
Que me des vida y salud
Y que no sea un envidioso
El que me apague la luz
Yo solo te pido Señor
Que me des vida y salud
Y que no sea ni un hater
El que me apague la luz

Yo en nadie confío
Por que si estás ganando para verte perdiendo
Nunca va a faltar un mal partido
Y es que el envidioso no quiere nada tuyo
Solo quiere verte jodido
Y siempre resulta que el que más te odia
Es uno que a sufrido contigo
Por eso es que yo juego vivo

A Dios le pedí en mi oración
Que eliminará a mis enemigos
Y sin darme cuenta
Me fue alejando de ciertos amigos
Y en oración oí una voz que a mi me decía
Hijo mío te estás superando y eso viene casado con la envidia

Hay gente real gente real y gente falsa
Haters que te hablan de frente
Amigos que hablan a tu espalda
Hay gente que lo tiene todo y es como si no tienen nada
No son reales y tampoco leales
Por eso es que todo les falta
Hay gente real gente real y gente falsa
Haters que te hablan de frente
Amigos que hablan a tu espalda
Hay gente que lo tiene todo y es como si no tienen nada
No son reales y tampoco leales
Por eso es que todo les falta

Yo
Esto se llama Oya Records
King Blak DJ Criss
DJ Criss y King Blak
La fórmula perfecta
Ustedes no quieren que yo me meta en esto de calle
Por que yo si soy calle Hijo de Pu
Yo si soy calle
King Blak

Real People Fake People

Wooh Wooh...
I asked God in my prayer
To eliminate my enemies
And without realizing it
He was distancing me from certain friends
And in prayer I heard a voice that told me
My son, you are overcoming yourself and that comes married with envy

There are real people real people and fake people
Haters who talk to your face
Friends who talk behind your back
There are people who have it all and it's as if they have nothing
They are not real and neither are they loyal
That's why they lack everything

There are real people real people and fake people
Haters who talk to your face
Friends who talk behind your back
There are people who have it all and it's as if they have nothing
They are not real and neither are they loyal
That's why they lack everything

I don't trust anyone
Because if you're winning, to see you losing
There will never be a lack of a bad match
And the envious one doesn't want anything from you
He just wants to see you screwed
And it always turns out that the one who hates you the most
Is the one who has suffered with you
That's why I play alive

That's why I'm a fly, I don't trust anyone, even if I know him
La Cosa Nostra came down
I stand firm at all costs.

That's why I'm alive
Any gun goes off
Your worst enemy can be your friend
The one who grew up with you as a child

There are real people real people and fake people
Haters who talk to your face
Friends who talk behind your back
There are people who have it all and it's as if they have nothing
They are not real and neither are they loyal
That's why they lack everything

There are real people real people and fake people
Haters who talk to your face
Friends who talk behind your back
There are people who have it all and it's as if they have nothing
They are not real and neither are they loyal
That's why they lack everything

I only ask you Lord
Give me life and health
And let me not be an envious person
The one who turns off my light
I only ask you Lord
Give me life and health
And let it not be a hater
The one who turns off my light

I don't trust anyone
Because if you're winning, to see you losing
There will never be a lack of a bad game
And the envious one doesn't want anything from you
He just wants to see you screwed
And it always turns out that the one who hates you the most
Is the one who has suffered with you
That's why I play alive

I asked God in my prayer
To eliminate my enemies
And without realizing it
He was distancing me from certain friends
And in prayer I heard a voice that told me
My son, you are overcoming yourself and that comes married with envy

There are real people real people and fake people
Haters who talk to your face
Friends who talk behind your back
There are people who have it all and it's as if they have nothing
They are not real and neither are they loyal
That's why they lack everything
There are real people real people and fake people
Haters who talk to your face
Friends who talk behind your back
There are people who have it all and it's as if they have nothing
They are not real and neither are they loyal
That's why they lack everything

I
This is called Oya Records
King Blak DJ Criss
DJ Criss and King Blak
The perfect formula
You don't want me to get into this street thing
Because I am street, Son of a Bitch
I am street
King Blak