Текст и перевод песни Nivel 5 feat. los del imperial - Yo Soy C3

Yo Soy C3

Cierto ando en la lumbre
Ya es costumbre pal comanche colgarse el toston
Patrullar los pueblos defender esos terrenos
Que se le indico
Sus muchachos le siguen el paso al hombre
No se enreden aqui estamos a la orden
Soy C-3 el miedo no lo conocemos
Y tambien somos de accion

Pa la guerra listos
La Glock la traigo en el cinto y con mucho cargador
Rabia traigo un chingo no se enreden ni tantito
Que brincamos en calor
Los tambores discos y cintas repletas
Los de banda se empotran a camionetas
Y tostones largos abren el camino
Pura gente de reaccion

La frontera sur traemos de encargo aca por chiapas
Sus ranchos alrededor
Caminos y todas las veredas
Patrullamos pa navegar el control
Aqui seguimos y no van a quitarnos
A muerte vamos a pelear tengan claro
Sepan que el comanche va puro la enfrente
Y a su espalda un equipon

Eso y puro Culiacan Sinaloa
Hasta Chiapas compadre puro nivel 5 compa fer
Puro los del imperial compa manchas

Para el desestres peleas de gallo son mis hobbies
Desde siempre les dire
Siempre voy al frente no me rajo y el terreno
Hoy me toca proteger
El ser firme me puso donde me encuentro
Leal de agallas me he ganado yo el respeto
Y por Chamic me veran esa es mi tierra
Y a plomo defendere

Aqui seguire echandoles balas no me escondo
Eso sepanlo muy bien
Traigo mi mando camuflajeado y equipados
Con rifles de alto poder
Otros tantos que corrieron fue por miedo
A San Judas yo siempre me le encomiendo
Soy C-3 y aqui seguimos en la lumbre
Representando al Cartel

La creen bien pelada pero un Barret me acompaña
Siempre ha donde voy
Navego en blindadas muchos plebes me acompañan
Para darme proteccion
Seguiremos dando golpe hasta que tope
Vengan a buscarme nomas no se asombren
Que pa morirme peleando estoy dispuesto
Por clave YO SOY C-3

I Am C3

I'm in the fire, baby
It's a habit for the Comanches to hang the toston
To patrol the villages and defend those lands
That were pointed out to them
His men follow the man's pace
Don't get caught up in it, we're here at your service
I'm C-3, we don't know fear
And we're also men of action

Ready for war, baby
I carry the Glock in my belt with plenty of ammo
I'm full of rage, don't mess with me, not even a little bit
We jump in the heat
Drums, discs and tapes full
The band guys get into the trucks
And long tostones open the way
Pure people of reaction

We bring the southern border with us from Chiapas
Your ranches all around
Roads and all the paths
We patrol to navigate the control
We're still here and you're not going to take us away
We're going to fight to the death, be clear
Know that the Comanche goes pure forward
And a team behind him

That and pure Culiacan Sinaloa
All the way to Chiapas, my friend, pure Level 5, my friend
Pure Imperial guys, my friend, manchas

Cockfights are my hobbies to relieve stress
I'll tell you from the beginning
I always go to the front, I don't back down, and the land
It's my turn to protect today
Being firm put me where I am
Loyal and courageous, I've earned my respect
And you'll see me for Chamic, that's my land
And I'll defend it with lead

I'll stay here throwing bullets, I'm not hiding
You know that very well
I carry my camouflaged command and equipped
With high-powered rifles
So many others who ran away were scared
I always entrust myself to Saint Jude
I'm C-3 and we're still here in the fire
Representing the Cartel

You think it's all talk, but a Barret accompanies me
Always where I go
I sail in armored vehicles, many guys accompany me
To give me protection
We'll keep hitting until we hit the top
Come find me, don't be surprised
I'm willing to die fighting
My code is I AM C-3