Текст и перевод песни Kinto Sol - Raperitos Fresas

Raperitos Fresas

El que habla mucho es porque poco sabe
Olvidan el codigo la ley de la calle
Raperitos fresas dicen son reales
Porque hacer acrobacias con las vocales
No tienen idea lo que esto en realidad es
Buenos pa' la letra flow de otro planeta
Pero lo escencial se les va por la maceta
Neta que impacientan hablan mas de la cuenta
Nada les apura ps su jefa paga renta
Imitan los 80' y hasta en caso en los 90'
Jefapulitanos yo soy su terrorista
Hijos de Malinche hablando de conquistas
Se comienza con la pista liberando el pensamiento
Es como una flor que nace en pavimento
Esto es el producto compa del sufrimiento x2
Raperitos fresas neta que impacientan
Hablan mas de la cuenta x2
(Su jefa paga renta)
Anque son mantenidos se la dan de sufridos
Y golpes de la vida dicen estar dolidos
Confundidos no saben que es real
Que tiran plomo y no cargan mentan
Pura hipocrecia causantes que me ria
De que libros cumpla su poesia
Yo me la he partido para estar donde estoy
Desde morrillo he sabido quien soy
Bien puesto el cinturon
Con la evilla se mi jefe
Sonriale a la vida me decia no se queje
Apriete el puño y pelie como un guerrero
Que pa' gozar el triunfo hay que gozar primero
No falta un wey que quiera apantallar
No entiende que la huellas no se pueden borrar
Es tu historia puedes decir lo que quieras
La mia no es postiza Kinto Sol es de adeveras
Raperitos fresas neta que impacientan hablan mas de la cuenta x2 (su jefa paga renta)
No son la joyas, actitud o vestimenta
Es aquel que se la parte pa' pagar la renta
No es lo que cuentad que cuantos matas
Que son padrotes con muchas gatas
Que cuanto gastan que es lo que tienen
Se honesto compa quien lo mantiene?
Se toman horas dias, meses años
Que piensas loco a quien tu engañas?
Son puras cañas hablando de amargura
Tortugas gritando porque no se apuran
Son caricaturas llenas de aventuras
Lo mas duro que han pasado es comerce las verduras
Esto es mi diario relatando al vecindario
Mi vida a diario marcanda en calendario
Es mi jefa rezando un rosario
Pidiendo que su hijo no se pierda en su barrio
Raperitos fresas neta que impacientan
Hablan mas de la cuenta
Raperitos fresas x2 (su jefa paga renta)
¡KINTO SOL ES DE ADEVERAS!

Strawberry Rappers

The one who talks a lot is because he knows little,
They forget the code, the law of the street.
Strawberry rappers, they say they're real,
Because they do acrobatics with vowels.
They have no idea what this really is,
Good with lyrics, flow from another planet,
But the essentials go right over their heads.
Honestly, they're impatient, they talk more than they should,
Nothing hurries them, their mom pays the rent.
They imitate the 80s and even worse, the 90s,
Daddy's boys, I am their terrorist.
Sons of Malinche talking about conquests,
It starts with the beat, freeing the thought,
It's like a flower that blooms on pavement.
This is the product, buddy, of suffering x2
Strawberry rappers, honestly, they're impatient,
They talk more than they should x2
(Their mom pays the rent)
Even though they're supported, they act like they've suffered,
And from life's blows, they say they're hurt.
Confused, they don't know what's real,
They talk about shooting lead but don't carry a gun.
Pure hypocrisy, they make me laugh,
From what books do they get their poetry?
I've worked my ass off to be where I am,
Since I was a kid, I've known who I am.
Belt well-fastened,
With my boss's buckle.
Smile at life, he told me, don't complain,
Clench your fist and fight like a warrior,
Because to enjoy the triumph, you have to enjoy the struggle first.
There's always someone who wants to show off,
He doesn't understand that footprints can't be erased.
It's your story, you can say what you want,
Mine isn't fake, Kinto Sol is for real.
Strawberry rappers, honestly, they're impatient, they talk more than they should x2 (their mom pays the rent)
It's not about jewels, attitude, or clothes,
It's about the one who works his ass off to pay the rent.
It's not about how many you kill,
Or how many girls you have,
Or how much you spend, or what you own,
Be honest, buddy, who supports you?
It takes hours, days, months, years,
Who do you think you're fooling, crazy?
It's all talk, speaking of bitterness,
Turtles yelling because they're not hurrying.
They're cartoons full of adventures,
The hardest thing they've gone through is eating their vegetables.
This is my diary, telling the neighborhood,
My life, day by day, marked on the calendar.
It's my mom praying a rosary,
Asking that her son not get lost in his neighborhood.
Strawberry rappers, honestly, they're impatient,
They talk more than they should,
Strawberry rappers x2 (their mom pays the rent)
¡KINTO SOL IS FOR REAL!