Real Shit - Kodigo 36 перевод на английский

Real Shit

Yehh! Listen, the real shit faggot
I tell you front, in a strange way
Respect or shut up puto
The Three Six Kode in the mic babe!

Busco la paz en el sistema, nenas
Algo que hable de muchos temas, aunque no deje dinero pa' la cena
Aunque deje estas ojeras bien oscuras de a deberas
Tan solo para volver a dar una frase sincera

Duro es lo que viene y lo que esperas
Cruzará todos los mares indetectables por guardias costeras
Yo que yo ya tu cerebro, introducción del libro es bro
Toda esta mierda sale de una producción casera

Viene (con ima), tu rimas, yo soy como el buen clima
De una colima, el cuento sin climax
No te deprimas, subo a la tarima
A cantar la música que escuchan tus vecinas

Tus primas, cristina es mi pócima
Te sube a la cima, seca tus lágrimas
Chilla la niña por que robé su autoestima
Y te lastima lo que sale de la bocina

De la cabina, es toxina que contamina
La pinche realidad es lo que me asesina
Una cantina
Alcohol y poco de la fina

Underground (dilo), froto los vinilos
Así lo asimilo cortando miles de estilos
Con el filo finos hilos, complejo de Amazonas no de Nilo
Por eso es que no me tomas de a jilo

A mí lo que tu me digas lo meto en un asilo
Eso no es bien como los lactobacilos
Así que ni lo pienses porque yo nunca vacilo
Es un viaje feo como la jungla Babilon

(Viene) con ene, nene Reke todas las tiene
El Kodigo aquí se mantiene
Voy a formar las rimas hasta que me llene
Ni tú ni nadie nos detiene

Esto sale de adentro como el semen del pene
Para que cenen, no sé que es lo que me conviene
Esto no lo encuentras ni en mi ADN
Que siga el pinche WN

Yeh! El Went y el Reke
Howse familia, A.K.A. "La Puta Plaga"
Yeh, 2010
La nueva mierda que sale, yah, huh

Real Shit

Yeah! Listen up, baby, the real shit
I'm telling you straight up, in a strange way
Respect it or shut up, bitch
The Three Six Kode on the mic, babe!

I'm looking for peace in the system, baby girl
Something that talks about many topics, even if it doesn't leave money for dinner
Even if it leaves these dark circles under my eyes for real
Just to give another sincere phrase

What's coming is hard, and what you expect
It will cross all the seas, undetectable by coast guards
I own your brain now, the introduction of the book is bro
All this shit comes out of a home production

It comes (with ima), you rhyme, I'm like the good weather
From Colima, the story without a climax
Don't get depressed, I go up on the stage
To sing the music your neighbors listen to

Your cousins, Cristina is my potion
Takes you to the top, dries your tears
The girl screams because I stole her self-esteem
And what comes out of the speaker hurts you

From the booth, it's toxin that contaminates
The fucking reality is what kills me
A cantina
Alcohol and a little bit of the fine stuff

Underground (say it), I rub the vinyls
That's how I assimilate it, cutting thousands of styles
With the sharp edge, fine threads, Amazon complex, not Nile
That's why you don't take me lightly

Whatever you tell me, I put it in an asylum
That's not good like lactobacillus
So don't even think about it because I never hesitate
It's an ugly trip like the Babylon jungle

(Comes) with an "N", baby Reke has them all
The Kode is maintained here
I'm going to form the rhymes until I'm full
Neither you nor anyone stops us

This comes out from the inside like semen from the penis
For them to dine, I don't know what's good for me
You won't even find this in my DNA
Let the fucking WN continue

Yeh! Went and Reke
Howse family, A.K.A. "The Fucking Plague"
Yeh, 2010
The new shit that comes out, yah, huh