Текст и перевод песни Marcelo D2 - That'S What I Got

That'S What I Got

Essa é pros amigos que formam comigo (sempre)
Que por causa do Hip Hop só aumentam o ciclo
So Andaraí até LA, tô na estrada
Sei do meu caminho, mantenho a antena ligada

Using rhythm and medical tons we give for addicts and jos
Phenomenal cross bones from drama felling alone
High in chronic we zone from hydroponic grown
From here to Brazil, speeling the real, kelling you clowns

Pilantragem (No!), trairagem (Nah!)
Mantenho o corpo fechado, seu olho gordo é em vão
Um B.Boy sobrevivente, sempre adiante
Um microfone com um som de mais de mil alto-falantes

We born Celo (Eu?), we spark the dot yellow
While these coachers poachers approach us, smart fellows
We transcendents with pens we bend letters
To defend that within them, that makes us pretty better forever

We make thousands of peoples rush to stage in flesh pass the barricade
Open some american sound clash forever play (Sempre que toca)
In this place we face greed and hunger
While this music transcend your race, creed and color

Sem essa de auto afirmação, mas tem que tá na parada
D2 e Charli 2na, qualidade controlada
Vivendo um sonho, lógico o meu
A caminho não é de tijolinho amarelo, mas é meu

This shit we speak is liquid heat
Cause if you straight for the essence then you rep between
Spill this oil and millions boil
From this two hottest cats from the Brazillian soil

Que meu tambor toca assim, não importa a língua pra mim
É que vagabundo é foda, deixa eu ganhar o meu dim
É pra bombar no seu estéreo, vou botando De Leve
Ri não, fala sério, é que vem da selva essa febre

(Hip-Hop)(Samba) That's what we got
Old school, velha guarda, Brazilian Time, saravá
Toca-disco e tan-tan, that's what we got
B.boy, passista, roupa larga ou na beca
Versado ou rimado, that's what we got
Meu samba é assim, tá ligado diz pra ele, Charli
2na, Marcelo, we rock and don't stop
Eu continuo queimando tudo até a última ponta!

That's What I Got

This is for the friends who form with me (always)
Who because of Hip Hop only increase the cycle
So Andaraí to LA, I'm on the road
I know my way, I keep my antenna connected

Using rhythm and medical tones we give for addicts and jos
Phenomenal cross bones from drama felling alone
High in chronic we zone from hydroponic grown
From here to Brazil, speeling the real, kelling you clowns

Pilantragem (No!), trairagem (Nah!)
I keep my body closed, your evil eye is in vain
A B.Boy survivor, always ahead
A microphone with a sound of more than a thousand speakers

We born Celo (Me?), we spark the dot yellow
While these coachers poachers approach us, smart fellows
We transcendents with pens we bend letters
To defend that within them, that makes us pretty better forever

We make thousands of peoples rush to stage in flesh pass the barricade
Open some american sound clash forever play (Whenever it plays)
In this place we face greed and hunger
While this music transcend your race, creed and color

None of this self-affirmation, but you have to be in the game
D2 and Charli 2na, quality controlled
Living a dream, of course mine
The path is not made of yellow bricks, but it's mine

This shit we speak is liquid heat
Cause if you straight for the essence then you rep between
Spill this oil and millions boil
From this two hottest cats from the Brazilian soil

My drum plays like this, the language doesn't matter to me
Because a tramp is a pain, let me earn my money
It's to blow up on your stereo, I'm going to put it De Leve
Don't laugh, seriously, this fever comes from the jungle

(Hip-Hop)(Samba) That's what we got
Old school, old guard, Brazilian Time, saravá
Turntable and tan-tan, that's what we got
B.boy, passista, loose clothes or in a gown
Versed or rhymed, that's what we got
My samba is like this, tell him straight, Charli
2na, Marcelo, we rock and don't stop
I keep burning everything until the last bit!