Текст и перевод песни Kodigo 36 - Edukensen

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Eduquese perras
Ya Kodigo Tree Six de nuevo
Con el vocal el Went
Yo yo y así va yea
Para todos esos putos
Ha ha ha ha
Pa pa pa pa pa
Llego educando a todos los raperos con ritmo de calidad
Por qué soy el aire que hace mover tu pelo
Cuando la muerte se aproxima raper te congelo
A fuego, tengo la mezcla perfecta de ritmos y ego
Esto es fatal, una vocal con el vocal y entrego
El arte que parte en tres partes o seis
Mi voz en el micrófono Kodigo 36
Eduquese, vengan a estudiar, es un consejo pa que aprendan a rapear
Vengo cantando las cosas que pasan a diario con mis camaradas
Bolsas y guantes locotes y el Reke sacando la rima pesada
Desquitando sobre esta base virgen
Y lo disfruto más chica que abrir tus ingles
Haber haber haber orden en la puta escuela
Saquen la pinche libreta y abientense la letra acapella
Tu rapero tonto, letras malas van al Sesto
Aslo rápido y lento como lo hace el maestro
Quiero ver sus mejores tracks en la barda gris
Dándole clase a raperos que quieren ser MC's
Unos burros, otros cabrones pocos muy listos
Así eduquese (eduquese) y saquen el pinche pisto
Huuu dicen que aquel es mejor que tuu
Beats, rimas y bases, golpes y remates blues
Levantando la placa que viva la rima de
La cima el underground, el ogro se aproxima
Tinta papel, por placer, pa pagar a aquel,
Yee, al ritmo fiel, tengo la puta poesía en la piel
Si bien dicho
Si despases impartiendo clases
Simplemente bases y frases por qué me nace
Eureka, aquí al vocal se le respeta
Y si ablamos de flow pues la howse está repleta
Vamos cabrones, quiénes son los primeros
Si igualmente como sea, los que sean los desintegró
Yaa
El buen vocal educando aquí en el beat
Para acabar con ustedes solo consta de one two tre
E sacado el gis, mejor siéntate aprendis
Obtuve una maestría para dar clase a los MC's
Para los principales
Y para esos pinches huercos
En la howse arrasamos con todos los disque expertos
Aquí soy el cabron, que lo suelta en exceso
Varios vatos, dos, tres, rimas y para mi verso a un peso
Y que Homs sin hando bien tumbado
Igualmente todos quedan opacados
Ante la howse
Homie homie homie no aguantan un round
Que a todo el que me rete lo despacho por nocaut (yau)
Mi mente atraviesa, se expresa y te atraviesa
Extiendan la alfombra roja que ha llegado la realeza
Muestren respeto ante la alteza
Eduquese cabrones, simplemente no son pieza

Edukensen

Get educated, bitches
It's again Kodigo Tree Six
With the vocals, the Went
Yo yo and that's how it goes, yeah
For all those motherfuckers
Ha ha ha ha
Pa pa pa pa pa
I've come to educate all you rappers with quality rhythm
Because I'm the air that moves your hair
When death approaches, rapper, I freeze you
On fire, I have the perfect mix of rhythm and ego
This is fatal, a vocal with the vocal, and I deliver
The art that divides into three parts or six
My voice on the microphone, Kodigo 36
Get educated, come to study, it's an advice for you to learn how to rap
I come singing the things that happen daily with my comrades
Bags and crazy gloves, and the Reke spitting serious rhyme
Getting off on this virgin beat
And I enjoy it more, girl, than opening your thighs
Let there be order in this fucking school
Take out your notebook and sing the lyrics acapella
You dumb rapper, bad lyrics go to the Sixth
Do it fast and slow like the maestro does
I want to see your best tracks on the gray wall
Teaching those rappers who want to be MCs
Some donkeys, others assholes, a few very clever
So get educated (get educated) and take out the fucking money
Huuu they say that he is better than youu
Beats, rhymes and bases, hits and blues finishes
Raising the plaque, long live the rhyme of
The top of the underground, the ogre approaches
Ink and paper, for pleasure, to pay that guy,
Yee, to the faithful rhythm, I have the fucking poetry in my skin
Well said
If you surpass, giving lessons
Simply bases and phrases because it comes naturally to me
Eureka, here the vocals are respected
And if we talk about flow, the house is full
Come on, motherfuckers, who are the first
If it's all the same to you, whoever they are, I'll destroy them
Yaa
The good vocal is teaching here on the beat
To finish you off, only one-two-three steps are needed
I've taken out the chalk, sit down, learn
I have a master's degree to teach the MCs
For the leading ones
And for those fucking nerds
In the house we destroy all the so-called experts
Here I'm the son of a bitch who throws it out there
Several homies, two, three, rhymes, and to me, a verse for a peso
And that Homs without hando, really wasted
All the same, all remain overshadowed
Before the house
Homie, homie, homie, they can't handle a round
That anyone who challenges me, I take them out by knockout (yow)
My mind goes through, expresses itself and goes through you
Roll out the red carpet because royalty has arrived
Show respect to his highness
Get educated, motherfuckers, you're simply no match