Bomba - Oneime перевод на английский

Bomba

Ahh
Suena
Esto es bomba.
Ahh
Y es que el Hip-Hop no está en la ropa que te compras.
Esta en el corazón y lo que escupe tu boca.
Adicto, al Hip-Hop noventero y a escupir
Versos groseros como golpe de full contact.
Boom Bap
Es lo que me representa, Omne Romero el director de esta orquesta.
Lo pescas, no es pa' que bailen en fiestas.
Apuestas chicas con las que sueñas que te acuestas.
Esto es como en los noventa motherfuckers.
I made black music como un mister de piel blanca.
Te espantas, cuando das cuenta que le falta,
Tu rima level level pa' llegar a este que canta.
Sus garabatos, esperan contratos, ingratos.
Mis letras harán pasar malos ratos.
No cuente relatos de mi vida que remató sonar
Como tu deseas de la forma en que destaco, impacto.
My enemies,
Su infarto es que parto el compacto que presumen los altos.
Valgo, tanto,
Que cuando este rapea tu DJ grita yeah y siente que pinchan novatos.
Son áspero, no aspiro a lo que tu esperas.
Sueñas esta liga sin derecho a piso en la cantera.
Nah
Que no saldrá en la radio mi música, si no es pegadiza.
Porque la prefiero rústica.
En sus planes, groupies bobies como flanes.
No me importa lo que trames, tu eres real no difames.
Lames
Por un puesto y ganes fanes por supuesto,
Pero apuesto no aguantas mi verso infame.
Me sacó
Otro tabaco y le doy burning, nunca quedó ¿? frente al papel.
Javier, you know me?
Tu por money y yo me quedó con mis homies.
Vacilando de un buen free, entre hits y bits de Chronic.
Bomba
Que detona cuando canto y dice.
Bomba
La verdad nunca se contradice.
Flow ya
Suena como siempre quise giles.
Bomba
Pa' que eduquen aprendices
Bomba
Que detona cuando canto y dice.
Bomba
La verdad nunca se contradice.
Flow ya
Suena como siempre quise giles.
Bomba
Boom Bap

Bomb

Ahh
Sounds
This is a bomb.
Ahh
And Hip-Hop is not in the clothes you buy.
It's in the heart and what your mouth spits out.
Addicted to nineties Hip-Hop and spitting out
Gross verses like a full contact punch.
Boom Bap
Is what represents me, Omne Romero the director of this orchestra.
You get it, it's not so they dance at parties.
Betting girls that you dream you sleep with.
This is like in the nineties motherfuckers.
I made black music like a mister with white skin.
You get scared when you realize that it is missing,
Your rhyme level by level to reach the one who sings.
His scribbles await contracts, ungrateful.
My lyrics will make you have a bad time.
Don't tell stories about my life that ended up sounding
As you wish, the way I stand out, impact.
My enemies,
Their heart attack is that I break the record that the tall ones show off.
I'm worth so much,
That when this rap your DJ yells yeah and feels like they're fucking rookies.
They are harsh, I do not aspire to what you expect.
You dream of this league without the right to an apartment in the quarry.
Nah
That my music won't be on the radio if it's not catchy.
Because I prefer it rustic.
In their plans, groupies boobs like custards.
I don't care what you plot, you are real don't slander.
You lick
For a position and you gain fans of course,
But I bet you can't stand my infamous verse.
Take a
Another cigarette and I give it burning, I never stayed still when facing the paper.
Javier, you know me?
You for money and I stayed with my homies.
Chillin' on a good free, between hits and bits of Chronic.
Bomb
That detonates when I sing and says.
Bomb
The truth is never contradicted.
Flow already
Sounds like I always wanted to, dillies.
Bomb
For apprentices to learn
Bomb
That detonates when I sing and says.
Bomb
The truth is never contradicted.
Flow already
Sounds like I always wanted to, dillies.
Bomb
Boom Bap