Текст и перевод песни Luis Spina - Certero

Certero

Luis Spina, real name, no gimmicks
Raperito malo, se va con 100 mil tics
Y una nueva crisis, no la de los 30
Sino la de la calidad que ostentan mis bics y
Tiemblan si disparo flows
Con mis hermanos vamos a pasos largos
Si queres alcanzarnos
Tus miedos disipalos vos
Y si no llegas a tanto disimulalo, no?
Vi mil malos con
Actitud de winner
Pero más bobos que Skinner
Que dijeron "compitamos bro"
Creyendo tener el nivel
Pero se les corrió el rímel
Por las lágrimas que les provocó la rotura de ano, oh
Perdoname la insolencia
Aunque yo no te perdone tanta falta de coherencia
Pudiéndolo evitar, aceptar que te midas
Contra mi habilidad, sería negligencia
Sabías que llegaría el día
Que alguien materialice lo que creías utopía
Es que aunque lo negues, no dominas con sensatez
Toda esa fluidez, y que encima es mía
Por moda?, mirame 13 años después
Tantos reales de por vida, no duraron año y medio
Hay que saber aceptar que esto para todos no es
Y que se frustra rápido aquel carente de ingenio
Muerte a aquel que busca fama
Yo sería feliz con ella, tirados en la cama
Maquinando un rap mas
Y escribiendo sin alarma hasta que me llegue mi Chapman

Sharpshooter

Luis Spina, real name, no gimmicks, baby
Bad little rapper, leaving with 100,000 ticks
And a new crisis, not the one of 30
But the one of the quality that my pens boast and
They tremble when I shoot flows
With my brothers we take long strides
If you want to catch us
Dispel your fears yourself
And if you don't get that far, hide it, right?
I saw a thousand bad guys with
A winner's attitude
But dumber than Skinner
Who said "let's compete bro"
Thinking they had the level
But their mascara ran
Because of the tears caused by the anal fissure, oh
Forgive my insolence, darling
Although I don't forgive you for so much lack of coherence
Being able to avoid it, accepting that you measure yourself
Against my skill, would be negligence
You knew the day would come
That someone would materialize what you thought was utopia
It's that even if you deny it, you don't master with good sense
All that fluidity, and that it's mine on top of that
For fashion?, look at me 13 years later
So many real ones for life, didn't last a year and a half
You have to know how to accept that this is not for everyone, girl
And that the one lacking ingenuity gets frustrated quickly
Death to the one who seeks fame
I would be happy with her, lying in bed
Machining one more rap
And writing without alarm until my Chapman arrives