Текст и перевод песни No Rules Clan feat. El Arkeologo - Toto Rina

Toto Rina

Hey you, grabó en la sala con el reverb del baño
Bajo la cama las chanclas, en el nochero un buen moño
Soplo y miro los astros, ser del ritmo un maestro
Rapeo un día normal, no tus historietas de niño
Dale fuego al haze, no pago promo en Face
No me hables de merca si no has parchado en La Place
He escuchado bandidos que no cantan a la ley
Vieja escuelas que no presumen de "back in the days"
Como dicta la historia, suena el beat del turntable
No vengas de Freddie Gibbs sin tener una de Paintball
N R S la sigla, voy minando o en cicla
Ando sobrio y sin chica y sin el sponsor de Avon
A nadie le debo porque a mí nadie me fía
Aunque pasen en carro, peatón lleva la vía
El calvo del genio tosco, aunque a veces sonría
La que logró derretirme de corazón era fría

Las mismas fachas y el combete del ayer
Escuchamos a Pete Rock y no Peter Manjarrés
No peló el cobre, ni lo que cobré
No me hacen falta los chorros para hablar como hombre
Si estoy aquí es por los regaños de mamá
Desengaños de damas, el tiempo me reclama, que
Si lo hago de otra manera no va a salir
Cuido mi porvenir pero no pienso en el mañana
Pongo el culo en tierra, la mirada en beats
Yo no le dejó tierra a ningunas kicks
Limpio el rap con crep protect
Reprogramando bars and loops a lo Boom Bap Project (Ah)
Por la presa van todos como animales
De impostores me reservo sus derechos morales
No necesito éxito ni una vida con crédito
Si sigo exquisito pa' ponchártela en los finales

Toto Rina

Hey you, recorded in the living room with the bathroom reverb
Flip-flops under the bed, a ribbon on the nightstand
I blow and watch the stars, a master of rhythm
I rap about a normal day, not your childhood stories
Light up the haze, I don't pay for promo on Face
Don't talk to me about coke if you haven't hung out in La Place
I've heard gangsters who don't sing to the law
Old schools that don't brag about "back in the days"
As history dictates, the beat of the turntable sounds
Don't come as Freddie Gibbs without having a Paintball
N R S is the acronym, I go mining or riding a bike
I'm sober and single and without the sponsor of Avon
I owe nothing to anyone because no one trusts me
Even if they pass by in a car, the pedestrian has the right of way
The bald guy with a rough genius, even though at times I smile
The one who managed to melt my heart was cold

The same faces and the same beat as yesterday
We listen to Pete Rock and not Peter Manjarrés
He didn't break the bank, nor did he cash out
I don't need the jets to speak like a man
If I'm here it's because of my mother's scolding
Disillusionment from ladies, time reclaims me, what
If I do it differently, it won't work
I take care of my future but don't think about tomorrow
I put my butt on the ground, my eyes on beats
I don't give any ground to any kicks
I clean the rap with crep protect
Reprogramming bars and loops like Boom Bap Project (Ah)
They all go after the prey like animals
I reserve their moral rights for impostors
I don't need success or a life on credit
If I continue to be exquisite to puncture her in the finals