Текст и перевод песни La Excepcion - Por Bule

Por Bule

Salta a la vista, quiero decir que soy barriobajero mero, eh?
No espero a puchar lo que quiero,
A conseguir lo que camelo, sin peros,
Así estoy soltero y chaquetas nos sobran en el perchero,
Si el primo canastero con cachava y sombrero
Tirititeros del vacile
Ya que jundunares canallotes nos persiguen
Por tol barrio y no consiguen
Abucharar lo que te cuento,
Chinandose el pescuezo, porque es lo que aparento,
Y que nus vea la mama entre rejas,
Si alguna vez este gitano se puso de veda hasta las cejas,
Si su primo engañan las apariencias
Ya que a ciencia cierta se sabe que tu no das el pego
¿Caramelos? ¡no!,
No quiero dulces venganzas por los talegos,
No desistiremos, consecuentemente actuaremos
Si así lo quieres pelele así lo tendras jugaremos,
Que tu percal no sea fiable que es lo más probable
Sí chulos compadres andan por lo palpable,
Pero válgame mi madre si llega el cambolio
Se lia la fumada y ya nada mas que...
Vaciladas, carcajadas y habladurías,
Que con un corro y unos porros
Yo sus lo pucho por bulerias,
Yo sus lo pucho por bulerias,
Langui, gitano y la dako style...

Por bule su primo, langui, gitano, la dako style... (x4)

Mc's de jujaneo no chanelais ni el cagao,
Que en pan bendito he crecío, me criao, el estirón he dao,
Que nus vas a enseñar tú de la calle
Que mi menda aquí no haya observao, palpao y a veces mamao,
Mamita tú siempre conmigo has cargao,
Mamita tú siempre consejos me has dao,
Mamita perdón si crees que ya tú hijo te ha fallao,
Pero no es en vano mamita to lo que por mí has luchao,
Así es que langui soy (soy), pero aquí estoy (estoy),
Langui si salí (así) con mi vaivén de aquí (allí),
Langui deja el rastro y surcos malandrín,
Paciencia a borbotones ya túvelo chorretones,
Que diquen que diquen, si mis grandes cojones
Que basta prima de tantas confesiones,
¡ay! si complejo no hay ni hubo chacho en mis acciones
Tropiezos y caidas válgame mi padre que a montones,
¡chachito chachito! que el hip-hop hizo el papel de tiritas pa mis heriditas, toma que toma,
Dejando pequeñas costritas, toma que toma,
Más tarde el sentimiento fue adoptando forma escrita,
Chachito, chachito, que no me gustan ná
Tus atentas y descaradas miraditas, toma que toma,
Tu compasión que no me irrita, toma que toma,
400 como tú y al torcer cada esquinita,
Y aguanta y aguanta tralla y metralla
Día tras día saltando grandes vallas
Y no siempre a mi me acompañan,
Así es que uno se apaña
Y desde niño con maña
Me he visto envuelto en verdaderas hazañas,
Y aguanta y aguanta tralla y metralla,
Día tras día saltando grandes vallas
Y cuidao que no me pongo de victima en ninguna película,
Me cago en to tu canalla
Te pucho las cosas desde mi punto de vista...

Por bule su primo, langui, gitano, la dako style... (x4)

By Bulerias

It's obvious, I mean, I'm a real low-life, you know?
I don't wait to push for what I want,
To get what I hustle for, no buts,
That's why I'm single and we've got jackets to spare on the coat rack,
If my cousin the basket weaver with his hat and poncho
Puppeteers of the groove
Since scoundrel gangs chase us
Through the hood and they don't succeed
To intimidate what I'm telling you,
Choking on their own words, because that's what I pretend,
And that mama sees us behind bars,
If this gypsy ever got wasted up to his eyebrows,
If his cousin deceives appearances
Since it is known for sure that you don't fit in
Candy? No!
I don't want sweet revenge for the loot,
We will not desist, we will act accordingly
If that's how you want it, dummy, that's how you'll get it, we'll play,
That your situation is not reliable, which is the most likely
Yes, cool buddies go for what's tangible,
But I swear to my mother, if the change comes
The smoke is rolled up and there's nothing left but...
Boasting, laughter and gossip,
That with a circle and some joints
I smoke them for bulerias,
I smoke them for bulerias,
Langui, gypsy and the dako style...

By bulerias my cousin, langui, gypsy, the dako style... (x4)

MC's of bragging you don't know shit,
That in blessed bread I have grown, I was raised, I have given the stretch,
That you're going to teach us about the street
That my begging here has not been observed, touched and sometimes sucked,
Mommy you always carried with me,
Mommy you always gave me advice,
Mommy I'm sorry if you think your son has failed you,
But it's not in vain mommy everything you fought for me,
So that's how langui I am (I am), but here I am (I am),
Langui if I left (like this) with my sway from here (there),
Langui leaves the trail and furrows thug,
Patience in abundance already had it gushing,
That they say that they say, if my big balls
That's enough cousin of so many confessions,
Oh! if there is no complex there was no guy in my actions
Stumbles and falls bless my father that in droves,
Chachito chachito! that hip-hop played the role of band-aids for my little wounds, take that take that,
Leaving small scabs, take that take that,
Later the feeling was adopted written form,
Chachito, chachito, I don't like anything
Your attentive and shameless little glances, take that take that,
Your compassion that does not irritate me, take that take that,
400 like you and twisting every corner,
And hold on and hold on shrapnel and shrapnel
Day after day jumping great valleys
And they don't always accompany me,
So one manages
And since childhood with skill
I have seen myself involved in real feats,
And hold on and hold on shrapnel and shrapnel
Day after day jumping great fences
And be careful that I don't put myself as a victim in any movie,
I shit on all your scoundrel
I smoke things from my point of view...

By bulerias my cousin, langui, gypsy, the dako style... (x4)