Текст и перевод песни Mc Samo feat. Piedra - Class

Class

Represento para na de cuentos cuando hay high times
Con estos pitos muay thai que pegan a lo Mike Ty
Son más wild style que my life en timeline
Vo bye bye de my mic que no tiene wi-fi,

Hay raperos ratas más que los niños minecraft
Que alguien me los traiga para meterlos al fight club
Nos fumamos a Jamaica como nuestro track tus pailas,
I can, tú puedes, pero sólo como Tyga,

O Miley Cirus tomando aquarius
Aquí como doce valium vacilando stratovarius
Varios no vengan de oportuno o por turno los desplumo
Mientras fumo y te rapeo por señales de humo,

Con clase, por Quilpué se anda con clase
Por la vi ei se camina con clase
Frases que se aprenden con un desfase
Pa reventar la base con clase,

Toma el concreto respeto, el bombo mi amuleto
Voy tranquilito y otros van como Toretto
Sin miedo a que me apunten con el dedo
Balas, credo, motherfucker Yo ya al rap le debo,

Mi musa no es gata, pero puro ronronea
Se fondea, corrompe cada imán de mis ideas
La puerca, vida que suelta de a poco tuercas
Mi filling como el depresivo con la cuerda,

No, no te sale, no hay mano con el sensei
Los hardcore de la escuela que no se han pegado un break
Que es el lema tu problema, el mío se quema
El santo que me apaña es de cartón y es santa helena,

Tú no creas (no!) tú recreas las ideas
En este club de la pelea vas a ser el que se mea
Lea, no le compre a ni un saco de wea
Si la mantis religiosa pensara sería atea,

Tú no creas (no!) tú recreas las ideas
En este club de la pelea vas a ser el que se mea
Lea, no le compre a ni un saco de wea
Si la mantis religiosa pensara sería atea,

Traigo music en first class remojada en un six pack
Tu mente piensa en mi rap, y tu muro en mis mil tags
Gordo flow como Big Pun, más viejo que los incas
Y te entrego de feedback un freestyle, can you feel man?,

Mil bitches hacer mi shet me atrae
Vengo pa' partirte papanatas por pepe y se sae
Tiro caca y capaz que el poncho y hasta el gorro te cae
Mientras yo estoy en un juicio por palabras con la RAE,

No me vengas de máster, ni gángster
O quedarás chico y dando vueltas como un hámster
Soy under, y es normal que yo te destruya
Yo salí de una vagina para meterme en la tuya,

Con clase, por Quilpué se anda con clase
Por la vi ei se camina con clase
Frases que se aprenden con un desfase
Pa reventar la base con clase,

Como el vicio, basta del pick en mi juicio
Igual que el fruity loops, mi cerebro lo reinicio
La vida pasa rápido, así como flash
Me rayé con estilo así como suena un scratch,

Sin lucro, escúchame soy un espanta cuco
Gobierno con tuco, la calle siempre supo
I'm sorry, tengo un faso y unos philip morris
Y unos trucos callejeros que no funa ni Chuck Norris,

Pero en fin, la vida es un fin, un código sin pin
Froté mi botella y nunca salió un aladdin
Que lo cambie leyes, para mantener la juerga
La tierra pide a gritos ayuda y llora la selva,

Tú no creas (no!) tú recreas las ideas
En este club de la pelea vas a ser el que se mea
Lea, no le compre a ni un saco de wea
Si la mantis religiosa pensara sería atea,

Tú no creas (¡no!) tú recreas las ideas
En este club de la pelea vas a ser el que se mea
Lea, no le compre a ni un saco de wea
Si la mantis religiosa pensara sería atea.

Class

I represent, no fairy tales when it's high times
With these muay thai blunts that hit like Mike Ty
They are more wild style than my life on the timeline
I go bye bye from my mic that has no wi-fi,

There are more rat rappers than minecraft kids
Somebody bring them to me so I can put them in fight club
We smoke Jamaica like our track smokes your rhymes,
I can, you can, but only like Tyga,

Or Miley Cyrus drinking aquarius
Here like twelve valium rocking stratovarius
Several don't come opportunely or by turn I'll pluck them
While I smoke and rap to you by smoke signals,

With class, through Quilpué one walks with class
Through the vi ei one walks with class
Phrases that are learned with a lag
To blow up the base with class,

Take the concrete respect, the kick drum my amulet
I'm going easy and others are going like Toretto
Without fear of being pointed at
Bullets, creed, motherfucker I already owe it to rap,

My muse is not a cat, but pure purring
She anchors herself, corrupts every magnet of my ideas
The pig, life that releases nuts little by little
My filling like the depressive with the rope,

No, it doesn't work for you, there's no hand with the sensei
The hardcore of the school that haven't taken a break
What is the motto your problem, mine burns
The saint who accompanies me is made of cardboard and is santa helena,

Don't believe (no!) you recreate the ideas
In this fight club you're going to be the one who pisses himself
Read, don't buy from any sack of shit
If the praying mantis thought it would be an atheist,

Don't believe (no!) you recreate the ideas
In this fight club you're going to be the one who pisses himself
Read, don't buy from any sack of shit
If the praying mantis thought it would be an atheist,

I bring music in first class soaked in a six pack
Your mind thinks of my rap, and your wall of my thousand tags
Fat flow like Big Pun, older than the Incas
And I give you feedback a freestyle, can you feel man?,

A thousand bitches doing my shet attracts me
I'm coming to break you dumbass for pepe and you know
I throw poop and maybe the poncho and even the hat falls on you
While I'm in a lawsuit for words with the RAE,

Don't come to me as a master, nor a gangster
Or you'll end up small and spinning like a hamster
I'm under, and it's normal that I destroy you
I came out of a vagina to get into yours,

With class, through Quilpué one walks with class
Through the vi ei one walks with class
Phrases that are learned with a lag
To blow up the base with class,

Like the vice, enough of the pick in my judgment
Just like fruity loops, I restart my brain
Life goes by fast, just like flash
I scratched myself in style just like a scratch sounds,

Non-profit, listen to me I'm a bogeyman
Government with tuco, the street always knew
I'm sorry, I have a joint and some philip morris
And some street tricks that Chuck Norris doesn't even do,

But in the end, life is an end, a code without a pin
I rubbed my bottle and an aladdin never came out
May he change the laws, to keep the party going
The earth cries out for help and the jungle weeps,

Don't believe (no!) you recreate the ideas
In this fight club you're going to be the one who pisses himself
Read, don't buy from any sack of shit
If the praying mantis thought it would be an atheist,

Don't believe (no!) you recreate the ideas
In this fight club you're going to be the one who pisses himself
Read, don't buy from any sack of shit
If the praying mantis thought it would be an atheist.