Текст и перевод песни Marcianos Crew feat. Barderos - Fuck Competi

Fuck Competi

A mi me gusta la droga más que comer papito
Por eso me la pego desde chiquito
En el barrio de Gerli,
Criao en la esquina ya todos se la saben se la día tu piba
Y si, que me va a decir?
Ayer me pidió foto y hoy me quiere deiscutir, papi
Aca no vamos a competir, papi
Mejor se me va a dormir
Somo lo rapero ma rapero de tu barrio
Por el barrio mando freestyle con la puta voy al barrio
TRRA, esa no te la sabías
La gano de noche, me dura unos días
Alcohol y comida,
Yo sigo en la mía, a nadie le compro a mi nadie me fia
Fuck da policía, vos y tu grupo de mentira,
Andan pispeando la movida para mi son toortivas
Ellos no son trap ma niga nah
Ellos no son trap ma niga nah
Ellos no son na ma niga, marcianos,
Los barderos tienen que bancar la gira
(El mero mero)
A mi siempre me hace bien lo que a otros le hace mal por eso nunca
Terminó en algún hospital yo
Siempre estoy dando vuelta como un animal
Enseñándole al correcaminos a caminar
Como pensar en otra cosa que no sea la droga?
Hace diez años que es mi novia se acerca la
Boda por eso siempre me acompaña para cualquier zona
No quiere que yo la comparta ni la deje sola
Cuando me castiga me tomo un te de manzanilla
Y la dejo con su padre peruano y en la Villa
Mucho rappa en Argentina que habla poco y brilla
Yo sigo después del marciano y Ricky Maravilla
Así que nos va a decir que ya no sepa yo
Si en nuestro show le meto lleca el flow lo mete C.R.O
Entonces como vamo a competir con vo
Yo ya pase de eso hace mucho gracias a dios
(C.R.O)
Droga pa, sin piedad entro al track baby
Sombra black, en zigzag, give a fuck, baby
Tiran mal, baby
Juegan mal, baby
Puro clap a su rap como slim shady
So crazy, a ca ya no vamos a competir, mami
Noce porque usted me estaba tirando a mi
Sin fin, el king, con swing
Ey bitch bebi siendo tu ultraje
Hijos de puta desquiciados con coraje
Que traje? Que traje! Mierda pa tu engranajes
Subiendo para arriba solo para que ellos bajen
Ey papas, si esa puta lo pide le doy mas, de que vas?
Hablando de esa mierda no engañas, dale gas
Que si no te saluda es por el flash, party cash
Alejado de lo que fabricas
(Marciano)
Ellos no son trap ma niga nah
Ellos no son trap ma niga nah
Ellos no son na ma niga, marcianos,
Los barderos tienen que bancar la gira

Fuck Competi

I like the drug more than eating daddy
That's why I beat her since I was little
In the neighborhood of Gerli,
Grow up in the corner and everyone knows it the day your kid
And if, what are you going to tell me?
Yesterday he asked me for a picture and today he wants to discuss me, Daddy
We're not gonna compete here, Daddy.
I better go to sleep
We are the rapper ma rapper from your neighborhood
Through the neighborhood I command freestyle with the whore I go to the neighborhood
TRRA, you didn't know that one
I win it at night, it lasts me a few days
Alcohol and food,
I'm still in mine, I don't buy from anyone, no one trusts me
Fuck the police, you and your lying group,
They're pissing the move for me are toortivas
They are not trap ma niga nah
They are not trap ma niga nah
They are not na ma niga, Martians,
The barders have to bank the tour
(The mere mere)
It always does me good what it does others bad that's why I never
He ended up in some hospital I
I'm always turning around like an animal
Teaching the road runner to walk
How to think about anything other than drugs?
She's been my girlfriend for ten years. She's approaching the
Wedding that's why he always accompanies me for any area
She doesn't want me to share her or leave her alone
When he punishes me I take a chamomile tea
And I leave her with her Peruvian father and in the Villa
A lot of rappa in Argentina that speaks little and shines
I'm still after the Martian and Ricky Marvel
So he's going to tell us that I don't know anymore I
If in our show I put lleca the flow puts him C.R.O
So how am I going to compete with vo
I've been through that for a long time now, thank God
(C.R.O.)
Drug pa, without mercy I enter the track baby
Sombra black, in zigzag, give a fuck, baby
They pull the wrong way, baby
They play bad, baby
Pure clap to his rap like slim shady
So crazy, a ca we're not going to compete anymore, mommy
Noce because you were fucking me
Without end, the king, with swing
Hey bitch I drank being your outrage
Crazy motherfuckers with courage
What did I bring? What a suit! Shit for your gears
Climbing up only for them to come down
Hey, daddies, if that bitch asks for it, I'll give her more, what are you about?
Talking about that shit you don't cheat, give it gas
That if he doesn't greet you it's because of the flash, party cash
Away from what you make
(Martian)
They are not trap ma niga nah
They are not trap ma niga nah
They are not na ma niga, Martians,
The barders have to bank the tour