Текст и перевод песни King Pride - Te mate

Te mate

(ICuidao' cuidao'
Que llegó el demonio
La reencarnación
Jajaja...
Hay que tener mucho cuidao con el
Porque tiene una pistola sin peine

A este impostor ya yo lo maté
Me dieron la luz por celular
Tengo una navaja pa'tu yugular
Tu mafia es de mojones, eres mi perra

A este impostor ya yo lo maté
Me dieron la luz por celular
Tengo una navaja pa'tu yugular
Hay que matar a estos cabrones, volverlos mierda

Estoy cansado de ver a estos fucking niñatos
Diciendo que son bulldogs y son es gatos
Cuerda de friega platos, se quedaron en el tiempo del acetato
Nadie han visto tu calle, no seas gafo

Tupac murió y descanzo en paz
Notorius Big murió y descanso en paz, Ardilla descanso en paz
Solo hay uno que con dios no ha podido jugar
Canserbero un bobo sin personalidad no te deja descanzar en paz

Y ahí está viviendo una ficticia realidad
Jalalé las patas o pateale la cara a esta monda'
Diciendo que eres malandro, no te eh visto dispara'
No entiendo porque alteras tu realidad

Dile a tu mafia que si te presta una puta pistola
Que tambien te preste el peine, sino se va ver bandola
Nadie te va a creer la roncaera' esa con una bicha sin peine
Osea que tienes pipi, pero no con bolas

Yo sí que tengo calle, ven pa'que conozcas
Antes que te persigan mosca, Venezuela tiene tropas
De raperos que te quieren dar por la boca
Y tu sabes que aquí se muere todo aquel que la choca

A este impostor ya yo lo maté
Me dieron la luz por celular
Tengo una navaja pa'tu yugular
Tu mafia es de mojones, eres mi perra

A este impostor ya yo lo maté
Me dieron la luz por celular
Tengo una navaja pa'tu yugular
Hay que matar a estos cabrones, volverlos mierda

Este cabrón, se cree único y hay como cien iguales a este ridículo
La cosa es que admiten que son fanáticos
Pero este es y que rencarnado
Maldito estúpido...

Me cago en tu goldfield
Bateaste duro pero te la atrapé desde el right field
Se me hizo fácil
No eres tan ágil

El gil-gil, llegó el kill a mil
El más vil, el big O'Neill
Me tocá partir, desanuyarme al beat
Este cochino lo hicieron pa'mí

Me da ladilla tu falacia
Me da ladilla tú, deja al otro descansar
Según t', el te dió su voz
Pero el cerebro creo que no

A este impostor ya yo lo maté
Me dieron la luz por celular
Tengo una navaja pa'tu yugular
Tu mafia es de mojones, eres mi perra

A este impostor ya yo lo maté
Me dieron la luz por celular
Tengo una navaja pa'tu yugular
Hay que matar a estos cabrones, volverlos mierda

Acuerdate que así como tú
Hay como quinientos, mamaguevo
La voz, la voz, la voz
La voz la tienen como cien, gafo

Y dile a la maffia
Que si te van a prestar una pistola pa'un video
Que te la den con peine
Porque se ve, gafo

You're Dead

(Careful, careful)
The demon has arrived
The reincarnation
Hahaha...
You have to be very careful with him
Because he has a gun without a magazine

I already killed this impostor
They gave me the green light through my cell phone
I have a knife for your jugular
Your mafia is full of crap, you're my bitch

I already killed this impostor
They gave me the green light through my cell phone
I have a knife for your jugular
We have to kill these bastards, turn them into shit

I'm tired of seeing these fucking brats
Saying they're bulldogs when they're just cats
Bunch of dishwashers, stuck in the acetate era
Nobody's seen your street, don't be stupid

Tupac died and rests in peace
Notorious Big died and rests in peace, Ardilla rests in peace
There's only one who hasn't been able to mess with God
Canserbero, a fool with no personality, won't let you rest in peace

And there you are, living a fictional reality
Kiss my feet or kick this crap in the face
Saying you're a thug, I haven't seen you shoot
I don't understand why you alter your reality

Tell your mafia that if they lend you a damn gun
They should also lend you the magazine, otherwise it'll look ridiculous
Nobody's gonna believe that tough talk with a gun without a magazine
In other words, you have a penis, but no balls

I do have street cred, come see for yourself
Before the flies chase you, Venezuela has troops
Of rappers who want to give it to you in the mouth
And you know that here, anyone who messes up dies

I already killed this impostor
They gave me the green light through my cell phone
I have a knife for your jugular
Your mafia is full of crap, you're my bitch

I already killed this impostor
They gave me the green light through my cell phone
I have a knife for your jugular
We have to kill these bastards, turn them into shit

This bastard thinks he's unique, and there are like a hundred just like this ridiculous fool
The thing is they admit they're fans
But this one thinks he's reincarnated
Damn idiot...

I shit on your goldfield
You hit hard, but I caught it from the right field
It was easy for me
You're not that agile

The gil-gil, the kill arrived at a thousand
The most vile, the big O'Neill
It's my turn to break, to have breakfast with the beat
This filthy thing was made for me

Your fallacy annoys me
You annoy me, let the other one rest
According to you, he gave you his voice
But I don't think he gave you his brain

I already killed this impostor
They gave me the green light through my cell phone
I have a knife for your jugular
Your mafia is full of crap, you're my bitch

I already killed this impostor
They gave me the green light through my cell phone
I have a knife for your jugular
We have to kill these bastards, turn them into shit

Remember that just like you
There are like five hundred, motherfucker
The voice, the voice, the voice
There are like a hundred with the voice, stupid

And tell the mafia
That if they're going to lend you a gun for a video
They should give it to you with a magazine
Because it shows, stupid