Текст и перевод песни Marca MP - El Baleado

El Baleado

Me pongo un toque de cush
Y mi persona se altera

No miro moros con tranchetes
Y bien traigo una loquera
Ese humo tranquilizante
Hasta el cerebro me pega

Ya sea coca original
Pues me encanta la lavada

(Uhhh)

Cuando los tenga en cortito
Les peinare una pasada
Con el rapado que traigo
Los trozo y no es paniqueada

Ya cuando baje el avión
No lo dejo aterrizar
A mi me encanta la altura
Con la chronik pega mas

Y nomas ponte la pista
Y me vuelvo a levantar
Solito planeo el ataque
A como los voy a trozar

(Pura Marca MP my boy)

Con aceite de cocer
Lo miro arreglando un rifle
Le pega unos llamones
Decía que iba a haber desquite
Por los que nos balacearon

Torturaron sin medirse
La mota que me robaron
Me la pagaran muy caro
Por que me dejaron vivo

Mejor me hubieran matado
Pues no se la van a acabar

Cuando los traiga encajuelados
Les traigo un odio y rabia
Me los comeré lo juro
Y no voy a masticarlo
Masticar yo no acostumbro

Si por muerto me dejaron
Me las pagaran lo juro
Y a quien le quede este traje
Hablen de frente y los tumbo

The Shooting

I do a bit of cush
And it alters my person

I don't watch Moors with switchblades
And I bring a certain craziness
That soothing smoke
Even affects my brain

Whether it's original coke
Well I love the washed out

(Uhhh)

When I have them short
I'll give them a good combing
With the haircut I have
I'll cut them up and it's not panic

When the plane comes down
I won't let it land
I love being high
With chronic hits even more

And just put on the track
And I'll get up again
Alone I plan the attack
Just how I'm going to cut them up

(Pura Marca MP my boy)

With cooking oil
I watch him fixing a rifle
He slaps it a few times
He said there was going to be revenge
For those who shot us

They tortured without mercy
The weed they stole from me
They'll pay for it dearly
Because they left me alive

They might as well have killed me
Because they're not going to get away with it

When I bring them in the trunk
I'll bring them hatred and rage
I'll eat them, I swear
And I'm not going to chew it
I don't usually chew

If they left me for dead
They'll pay for it, I swear
And whoever fits this suit
Speak to my face and I'll knock you down