Текст и перевод песни Magic Magno & DJ Nerso - Por mi gente

Por mi gente

DJ Nerso,
Magic Magno,
Para toda mi gente del barrio.
Yeah!
Hay muchas guarras en el barrio
Mucho guardia
Mucho hater,
Hay mucho hijo de puta que quiere joderme
Muchos sopla nucas que conspiran por mi muerte
Pero no caerá esa breva
Dios eleva a los mas fuertes. Y esque no van a derribarme no pueden,
Los hago sudar con mi mierda ellos mueren.
Me sobra el estilo y eso es lo que a ellos les duele
Yo soy quien los deja en vilo
Aniquilo como MAYWEATHER.
Ando por el barrio y esos pipones lo notan,
Que si miran mucho,
Chacho la pelea explota
Tu créetelo primo que no hay derrota
Si me meto en el ring
Es hasta el fin
La boca rota.
Canto para el barrio
Pa que tu lo oigas
Pa que tengas music cuando fumes y te pongas,
Para que sientas
Y te olvides de las normas
Pa que no seas otro mierda
Que con poco se conforma.
Canto por los míos
Y por mi genteeeeee...
Los delincuenteees...
La gente brava los dementes
Los que. caminan de frente.
Hay muchas guarras en el barrio
Mucho guardia
Mucho hater,
Hay mucho hijo de puta que quiere joderme
Muchos sopla nucas que conspiran por mi muerte
Pero no caerá esa breva
Dios eleva a los mas fuertes. Ciego, de químico
Cannábico, crónico
Primo no me intimido
Soy tímido
Pero pulo a sus cómicos
Cierro la boca al cínico
Pues lo escupo gordo,
Con mi flow atlético (co)
Los encorvo.
De mi mente al boli,
Tolis pulo como roca,
Quieren verderme su peli
Pero es mentira y se nota.
Porque sé.
Que toa su mierda es mentira
Su kiada no es verdad
Y viven su falsa realidad de vida (a).
Sigo por el barrio por si quieres verme,
Sin mierdo caigo y vuelvo a levantarme.
Hay muchos que quieren venderme
Muchos que no quieren verme
Pero no no no van a pararme.
Sonrío primo mientras fumo el verde,
Le rezo al cielo pa que Dios me guarde,
De tanto perro que no muerde
De esos que quieren romperme
Y matarían por enterrarme.
Hay muchas guarras en el barrio
Mucho guardia
Mucho hater,
Hay mucho hijo de puta que quiere joderme
Muchos sopla nucas que conspiran por mi muerte
Pero no caerá esa breva
Dios eleva a los mas fuertes.

For my people

DJ Nerso,
Magic Magno,
For all my people in the neighborhood.
Yeah!
There are many whores in the neighborhood
Lots of security
A lot of haters,
There are many motherfuckers who want to fuck me
Many backstabbers who are plotting my death
But that will not happen
God raises the strongest. And they're not going to take me down, they can't,
I make them sweat with my shit, they die.
I have plenty of style, and that's what hurts them
I'm the one who leaves them hanging
I annihilate like MAYWEATHER.
I walk through the neighborhood and those pimps notice it,
That if they look too much,
Dude, the fight breaks out
Believe it, cousin, there is no defeat
If I step into the ring
It's to the end
The broken mouth.
I sing for the neighborhood
So that you can hear it
So that you have music when you smoke and get high,
So that you can feel
And forget about the rules
So that you're not another piece of shit
Who is content with little.
I sing for my people
And for my peopleeeeee...
The delinquentseee...
The brave people, the crazy ones
Those who walk straight ahead.
There are many whores in the neighborhood
Lots of security
A lot of haters,
There are many motherfuckers who want to fuck me
Many backstabbers who are plotting my death
But that will not happen
God raises the strongest. Blind, from chemical
Cannabic, chronic
Cousin, I am not intimidated
I am shy
But I polish off their comedians
I shut the cynic's mouth
Because I spit it fat,
With my athletic flow (co)
I hunch them over.
From my mind to the pen,
Tolis I polish like rock,
They want to sell me their movie
But it's a lie and it shows.
Because I know.
That all their shit is a lie
Their kiada is not true
And they live in their false reality of life (a).
I'm still in the neighborhood in case you want to see me,
Without fear I fall and I get up again.
There are many who want to sell me out
Many who don't want to see me
But no, no, no, they're not going to stop me.
I smile, cousin, as I smoke the green,
I pray to heaven that God will keep me,
From so many dogs that don't bite
From those who want to break me
And would kill to bury me.
There are many whores in the neighborhood
Lots of security
A lot of haters,
There are many motherfuckers who want to fuck me
Many backstabbers who are plotting my death
But that will not happen
God raises the strongest.