Текст и перевод песни Los Razos - Tierra de Puros Torones

Tierra de Puros Torones

Vo sai qe estamo bios pa la vara
Paranda pata pela
Sobra la astucia
Flow invented en mi ciudad
Mas pulpos qe alibaba
Tay pasao a gladiolicala
Comienza a fanfarrear
Con lo shore y con las chalas
Bandera en mi ropa e gala
Saco el espejao a las micros
Siempre vivora de cabro chico
Multiplico por 5 los pitos(ssss)
Mas veloces pa lo escrito
Mijo
Donde ai tinto lo exijo
Si qeri te tapo en pollos
Asta en mi crucifijo
Vo no soi del cacerio
Vo teni qe ser chileno ascurrio
No reggaetonto arrepentio
Toi atento no al msn ni pa tus zumbios
Solo aguja con unos weones
Qe se paran con los mios
Y usted suelte esos gritos
Mis piropos son delitos
Pongo y quito socia
Esto es real no es la dematogia
Ley 20 Mil y ChysteMC
Se va a romper tu pencil
Dejamos nuestra huella
Con este MC.

()
Puro shile es tu cielo nublao
Pura brisas de porros en la sii
No somos na de recien
Fuck fuck
Presidenta anda a acostarte
Ya qe en la lleca te van a colgarte
Necesito droga pa inspirarme
Pero chaucha los pacos
Ai qe virarse.

(Macrode)
You
Somos la nota mas gorda
Los mas curaos de la fonda
Los MCs pal micro
Y las putas pa la rotonda
Aca no es raro cachara cachonda
Comiendo anaconda
Qe frente a su papi
Abraza su peluche
Adornao blonda
Ya no se ablanda el cora
Con sus amiguitos piolas
Qe cuando van a comprarte porros
Te cortan la cola
Si soi avivavo
Qedate callao
Aki somo aperrao
No perriao qeri virar
Para la machao
Tengo un cuaderno qe esta anillao
Te deja humillao
Esto es 20 Mil
Junto al perro del borra atornillao
No estamo ni al lao
Si despabilao
Yo no soi juan luis
Pero qiero qe raton
Esa woman del callao
En el escenario
Soi destrolla en un tramolla
Como vo!
Sepa moya lo qe fume
Pero valla me elevo
Mas ya no se va la voz
En esta pista e mario bros
No me agravo cuando grabo estas pallas
Con estos bro.

()
Puro shile es tu cielo nublao
Pura brisas de porros en la sii
No somos na de recien
Fuck fuck
Presidenta anda a acostarte
Ya qe en la lleca te van a colgarte
Necesito droga pa inspirarme
Pero chaucha los pacos
Ai qe virarse.

(ChysteMC)
Oe hermano
Vamos a comprarnos algo
Aunqe salto mano
Pa robarlo
Y ando pato
Ya no tardo wacho
Es qe no e almorzao na po cauro
Su jamona nos salvo
Y salio su pan con chanchosaurio
Guardia culiao chato
A los pacos ya los llamo (aaah)
Con mayor razon ya no vamos aoh (aaah)
Son las 2 ya
Horaton pa
Tomar votka
Con la roca
Por fa compa
Acompañenme en la tomatera
Son las 2 apenas
Y qiero botar too con las chelas
Brindar
Por la mota wena
Los volaos son caletas
Y sus lentes pa mirar polola ajena
(Aa vo soi una mierda)
Y vo una mierda con arena
Si esta sola nena
Eñora espera con la boca llena
(Ordinario)
No sea mal pensada dama
Jamas le ablaria asi
O quizas si
Por la borrachera.

()
Puro shile es tu cielo nublao
Pura brisas de porros en la sii
No somos na de recien
Fuck fuck
Presidenta anda a acostarte
Ya qe en la lleca te van a colgarte
Necesito droga pa inspirarme
Pero chaucha los pacos
Ai qe virarse.

Le tengo un poema
Qe lo qe te ai imaginao maricon conchetumadre
Da lo mismo wn
Tanto te importa perro culiao
Lo faltan zafraada
Aweonao
Esta pronosticado para mañana unas chupa-pa chupa de piko
Chupales loh peshooh
Qe wea culiao
Conformao de pura gente chora
Lavate la concha
La la lavate la conchampu!!.

Land of Pure Thugs

You know we were born for the hustle,
Partying, fighting,
Cunning overflows,
Flow invented in my city,
More octopus than Alibaba,
You're already gladiolized,
Start boasting
With the shore and with the flip-flops,
Flag on my clothes, it's gala,
I take out the mirror to the micros,
Always a small-time hustler,
I multiply the joints by 5 (ssss),
Faster for the written,
Son,
Wherever there's red wine, I demand it,
If you want, I'll cover you in chickens,
Even on my crucifix,
I'm not from the projects,
I have to be Chilean, it happened,
No reggaeton regret,
I'm not paying attention to MSN or your buzzing,
Just a needle with some dudes
Who stand with mine,
And you let out those screams,
My compliments are crimes,
I put and remove partner,
This is real, it's not the dematology,
Law 20 Thousand and ChysteMC,
Your pencil will break,
We leave our mark
With this MC.

()
Pure Chile is your cloudy sky,
Pure breezes of joints in the SII,
We are nothing new,
Fuck fuck,
President, go to bed,
Because they're going to hang you on the street,
I need drugs to inspire me,
But watch out for the cops,
Gotta get out.

(Macrode)
You,
We are the fattest note,
The drunkest of the party,
The MCs for the mic,
And the whores for the roundabout,
Here it's not weird, horny chick,
Eating anaconda,
That in front of her daddy,
Hugs her teddy bear,
Adorned blonde,
The heart doesn't soften anymore
With her cool little friends
That when they go to buy you joints
They cut your tail,
If I'm alert,
Stay quiet,
Here we are fierce,
Not a dog wanting to turn
For the macho,
I have a notebook that's ring-bound,
Leaves you humiliated,
This is 20 Thousand,
Along with the drunkard's dog screwed in,
We're not even close
If awake,
I'm not Juan Luis,
But I want that Mouse,
That woman from Callao,
On stage,
I'm a wreck on a rampage
Like you!
Moya knows what I smoke,
But damn, I rise,
But the voice doesn't go away anymore
On this Mario Bros track,
I don't get worse when I record these tracks
With these bros.

()
Pure Chile is your cloudy sky,
Pure breezes of joints in the SII,
We are nothing new,
Fuck fuck,
President, go to bed,
Because they're going to hang you on the street,
I need drugs to inspire me,
But watch out for the cops,
Gotta get out.

(ChysteMC)
Hey bro,
Let's go buy something,
Even if I jump a hand
To steal it,
And I'm broke,
I'm not late, dude,
It's just that I haven't had lunch, kid,
Her ham saved us,
And her bread with dinosaur pork came out,
Short-ass guard,
I'm calling the cops (aaah),
For a greater reason, we're not going there anymore (aaah),
It's already 2,
Time to
Drink vodka
With the rock,
Please buddy,
Join me in the tomato,
It's only 2,
And I want to throw up everything with the beers,
Toast
For the good weed,
The flights are stashes,
And your glasses to look at other people's chicks
(Aa you're shit),
And you're shit with sand,
If she's alone, baby,
Lady waiting with her mouth full
(Rude),
Don't be a bad thinking lady,
I would never talk to you like that,
Or maybe yes,
Because of the drunkenness.

()
Pure Chile is your cloudy sky,
Pure breezes of joints in the SII,
We are nothing new,
Fuck fuck,
President, go to bed,
Because they're going to hang you on the street,
I need drugs to inspire me,
But watch out for the cops,
Gotta get out.

I have a poem for you,
What you have imagined, faggot motherfucker,
It doesn't matter, dude,
Do you care that much, fucking dog,
He needs a beating,
Asshole,
It's forecast for tomorrow some dick-sucking,
Suck them, titties,
What the fuck,
Made up of pure badass people,
Wash your pussy,
La la wash your cunt with shampoo!!.