Текст и перевод песни La Banda Bastön - Quiubole

Quiubole

Ah, ah, hey, hey,
Si, aja, en el estudio, okey, ah ah,
El año es... ¿que año es?,
Si, en el micrófono (en el micrófono), okey,
¿Sabes que once?, watcha, yeah.

Vengo de la Baja Sur, soy Mü,
Hago Rap crudo con mi crew, true,
Escucha como flu, mi actitud tiene la virtud de
Hacerte que sudes bailando en el club, en la calle
O en tu neighboorhood da lo mismo,
Solo siente mi ritmo, es un orgasmo lleno de luz,
Como pasear por el cosmos sentado en el bus,
Me la paso deluxe, mi cura es esa expresa música espesa,
Le pongo un plus cuando estoy en la casa,
Golpeo como Bruce Lee, strictly hip-hop,
Soy Mictlantecuhtli en el micro, traemos la orquesta,
Fumamos sin filtro, bebemos de a litro, hasta que amanezca,
Whisky en las rocas, cebada fresca,
Humo en la boca, esta es una noche de fiesta.

Quiubole, que onda, que tranza,
Quiubole, morritas y rapas,
Quiubole, toda la banda,
Manos al aire se quema la casa.
Quiubole, que onda, que tranza,
Quiubole, morritas y rapas,
Quiubole, toda la banda,
Manos al aire se quema la casa.
Sobres, sobres, ya se armó la machaca,
Muroslav saca las rimas mas chacas,
No se doblen robles hacen mucha placa,
Ni parecen hombres bitches mathafackas,
Puro coto no te agüites, yo ni soy,
Es mi ego el que compite, repite que él es el mejor,
Que te cuece en el primer hervor,
El día que gustes, me dicen máster,
Y me sonrojan porque lo pujan,
Mientras mojan las pantyes,
Dos tres groupies sacudiendo las pompis,
Son hijas mías, pregúntales quien es su papi,
Borrachos somos pimps de mentiras,
Pero me piden mas y mas, mi rima es máxima,
Flow distinto, instinto animal,
Sube a la bascula y la despedaza,
Si tengo un mic tu ya sabes lo que pasa.

Quiubole, que onda, que tranza,
Quiubole, morritas y rapas,
Quiubole, toda la banda,
Manos al aire se quema la casa.
Quiubole, que onda, que tranza,
Quiubole, morritas y rapas,
Quiubole, toda la banda,
Manos al aire se quema la casa.
Mis estilos se pasean por toda la ciudad,
Escupo humo si hablo el lenguaje de Rap,
Controlando los vocablos nada me sale mal,
Lo demás es un desastre, la vida real.
Mis estilos se pasean por toda la ciudad,
Escupo humo si hablo el lenguaje de Rap,
Controlando los vocablos nada me sale mal,
Lo demás es un desastre, la vida real.

Quiubole, que onda, que tranza,
Quiubole, morritas y rapas,
Quiubole, toda la banda,
Manos al aire se quema la casa.
Quiubole, que onda, que tranza,
Quiubole, morritas y rapas,
Quiubole, toda la banda,
Manos al aire se quema la casa.
Y ahora si parientito, i said hip-hop, quiubole, y ahora si parientito, i said hip-hop, quiubole. Parientito, i said hip-hop, i said hip-hop, i said hip-hop, quiubole.

What's Up

Ah, ah, hey, hey,
Yeah, uh-huh, in the studio, okay, ah ah,
The year is... what year is it?,
Yeah, on the microphone (on the microphone), okay,
You know what's up, watch out, yeah.

I come from Baja Sur, I'm Mü,
I make raw Rap with my crew, true,
Listen to how I flow, my attitude has the virtue of
Making you sweat dancing in the club, on the street
Or in your neighborhood, it's all the same,
Just feel my rhythm, it's an orgasm full of light,
Like walking through the cosmos sitting on the bus,
I have a deluxe time, my cure is that express thick music,
I put a plus on it when I'm at home,
I hit like Bruce Lee, strictly hip-hop,
I'm Mictlantecuhtli on the mic, we bring the orchestra,
We smoke without a filter, we drink by the liter, until dawn,
Whiskey on the rocks, fresh snack,
Smoke in the mouth, this is a party night.

What's up, what's going on, what's the vibe,
What's up, ladies and fellas,
What's up, the whole gang,
Hands in the air, the house is on fire.
What's up, what's going on, what's the vibe,
What's up, ladies and fellas,
What's up, the whole gang,
Hands in the air, the house is on fire.
Yo, yo, the party's started,
Muroslav pulls out the sickest rhymes,
Don't bend over, oaks make a lot of cash,
You don't even look like men, you motherfuckin' bitches,
Pure coto, don't worry, I'm not,
It's my ego that competes, repeat that he's the best,
That cooks you on the first boil,
Whenever you want, they call me master,
And they blush because they push it,
While they get their panties wet,
Two three groupies shaking their booties,
They are my daughters, ask them who their daddy is,
Drunk we are pimps of lies,
But they ask me for more and more, my rhyme is maximum,
Different flow, animal instinct,
Get on the scale and smash it to pieces,
If I have a mic you already know what happens.

What's up, what's going on, what's the vibe,
What's up, ladies and fellas,
What's up, the whole gang,
Hands in the air, the house is on fire.
What's up, what's going on, what's the vibe,
What's up, ladies and fellas,
What's up, the whole gang,
Hands in the air, the house is on fire.
My styles roam all over the city,
I spit smoke if I speak the language of Rap,
Controlling the vocabulary nothing goes wrong for me,
The rest is a mess, real life.
My styles roam all over the city,
I spit smoke if I speak the language of Rap,
Controlling the vocabulary nothing goes wrong for me,
The rest is a mess, real life.

What's up, what's going on, what's the vibe,
What's up, ladies and fellas,
What's up, the whole gang,
Hands in the air, the house is on fire.
What's up, what's going on, what's the vibe,
What's up, ladies and fellas,
What's up, the whole gang,
Hands in the air, the house is on fire.
And now if you're family, I said hip-hop, what's up, and now if you're family, I said hip-hop, what's up. Family, I said hip-hop, I said hip-hop, I said hip-hop, what's up.