Текст и перевод песни Ley 20mil feat. Bascur - Antisocial (feat. Bascur)

Antisocial (feat. Bascur)

No me sorprendes puta, tranquilo,
No te hablo de tu lucro, me refiero a que tu letra hermano, siempre ha sido truco, truquero, te queda grande la chapa e′ rapero,
Tas de moda chupabola pero no eres verdadero.
Aparecio del monton, contigo no voy a grabar
A cambio de eso yo te entrego un Klenzo y te mando a lavar.
Bye, bye, tay claro no viví lo que cantai,
Ten claro la calle despue' a lo′ paco' me acusai.
La verdad es que a vo' te faltan bolas perejil,
Para competir con Bas, también con la 20Mil,
Lo chupaste a cuatro manos y no por eso vo′ soy Goro,
Te escribo, te rimo, te hago un coro, y sale de choro!.
B A S, antisocial no me interesa,
Llego a tocatas solo y me rapto a tu princesa.
(Okey!) Te compadezco te encanta copiar,
No se persiga vieja, aqui te sobra pa′ pikar.
Si no te gusta la macoña y el roooon...
Si en esta escena quieres ser el campeoon...
(Yoh!) Somo' antisociales,
Aqui todas las bombas son intencionales,
Desde chico en esta escuela, aunque siempre condicionales (jah!).
Esto es bruto deporte como el todo vale, son dias pa esta droga como las fosas nasales.
Vo′ qeri criticarme, analizar mi esquema?
Vay a encontrar verdad y credibilidad en mis quema'.
Tu antifama, tu antidroga, tu antifan queda confusa,
Si cai con la primera crew!, que se te cruza.
Que tanta wea con mis botella′ y con mis cuete',
Somo′ alcohólico' y drogo' pero al menos consecuente.
Muchos venden la pesca de la humildad en el escenario,
Pero cuando bajan de este son todo lo contrario (canario!),
Con vocabulario te hago mierda, recuerda,
Hable de calle cuando la comprenda.
Uste′ se vende como puta arria′ e' un Meche,
Si no te gusta la macoña y el roooon...
Si en esta cena quieres ser el campeoon... Nadie me dice lo que tengo que hacer,
Tamos cagao′s de sed y escribimos por placer.
Con la actitud mas cuma, saltamos la muralla,
Como tapa al montezuma, mientras vo' culia dormí en tu cuna.
De que sabor prefiere, chirimoco o chocotula?,
Mejor llevatelos todos porque vo′ sufrí de gula, diambula,
Rapeamo' con polera porque no están las calugas,
__ en fuga, no me ponga en duda.
Soy de los Rastafari, te meamo′ la cocina,
Tu prima se inclina, la dejamo' quea con vaselina,
Nos vamo' pa Tohato, me echan siempre y ando pato,
No comparto tay a puros flatos, en un beat te reparto.
Nómade escritor (con 20Mil as en la mangaa...)
Por la que escupe changalanga, si rapeai en tanga,
Con mis pendejos teje una bufanda, anda ponme una demanda,
Que tu perra fluye como a cuatro bandas.
Si no te gusta la macoña y el roooon...
Si en esta escena quieres ser el campeoon...
Si no te gusta la macoña y el roooon...
Si en esta escena quieres ser el campeoon...

Antisocial (feat. Bascur)

You don't surprise me, bitch, relax,
I'm not talking about your money, I'm saying your lyrics, bro, have always been a trick, trickster, the rapper title is too big for you,
You're a trendy dickrider but you're not real.
You appeared from the crowd, I won't record with you,
Instead, I'll give you a Kleenex and tell you to wash up.
Bye, bye, you're clearly clueless about what you sing,
Be clear, the streets will expose you like a snitch.
The truth is you lack balls, parsley,
To compete with Bas, also with 20Mil,
You sucked it with both hands but that doesn't make you Goro,
I write for you, I rhyme for you, I make you a chorus, and it comes out clean!.
B A S, antisocial, I'm not interested,
I come to gigs alone and kidnap your princess.
(Okay!) I pity you, you love to copy,
Don't chase after it, old man, there's plenty here to pick at.
If you don't like weed and ruuum...
If you want to be the champiooon in this scene...
(Yo!) We're antisocial,
Here all the bombs are intentional,
Since childhood in this school, although always conditional (jah!).
This is a brutal sport like anything goes, these are days for this drug like the nostrils.
You wanna criticize me, analyze my scheme?
Go find truth and credibility in my burns.
Your anti-fame, your anti-drug, your anti-fan is confused,
If I fall with the first crew!, that crosses you.
What's the deal with my bottles and my guns,
We're alcoholics and druggies but at least we're consistent.
Many sell the fish of humility on stage,
But when they get off it they are the opposite (canary!),
With vocabulary I'll tear you apart, remember,
Talk about the streets when you understand them.
You sell yourself like a cheap whore from a Meche,
If you don't like weed and ruuum...
If you want to be the champiooon at this dinner... Nobody tells me what to do,
We're thirsty as fuck and we write for pleasure.
With the most hood attitude, we jump the wall,
Like a lid on Montezuma, while you were sleeping in your cradle, you pussy.
What flavor do you prefer, chirimoya or chocotula?,
Better take them all because you suffered from gluttony, wander,
We rap with shirts on because we don't have the muscles,
__ on the run, don't doubt me.
I'm from the Rastafari, I piss on your kitchen,
Your cousin bends over, we leave her dripping with Vaseline,
We're going to Tohato, they always kick me out and I walk like a duck,
I don't share, you're just farts, I'll tear you apart on a beat.
Nomad writer (with 20Mil aces up my sleeve...)
For the one who spits gibberish, if you rap in a thong,
With my homies, knit a scarf, go sue me,
Your bitch flows like four lanes.
If you don't like weed and ruuum...
If you want to be the champiooon in this scene...
If you don't like weed and ruuum...
If you want to be the champiooon in this scene...