Текст и перевод песни P8 Guevara - What Up

What Up

Son cosas del destino o algun poder divino
El pateo a la vayer y pal de botella de vino
Iba fino si, sin rumbo fijo y la musa vino me inspiro
Por to el camino
Solte mi aroma en troba, buscando suelo en tu zona te suena?
Guevara el de la vaina buena
Siempre que pueda la verdad aunque duela
Rica o pobre se distingue la mujersuela
Falta suela, historias de asfalto no consuelan
Aprendi pero ninguna escuela
Mi mente vuela fly, nada la frena mi sistema
No no miedo pa los problemas
El humo entra sale la flema reclama, alucinogeno
Como la grama
Entran salen suben bajan noo ya no hay brega si no pagan si

Y que lo que waht up
Tipo levanta get up
Representando mi lao
Fuego pal que se a virao
No hables mucho shut up
Consigue cuarto de ma
Que te de pa guarda pa bebe
Y pa fuma

Cansao de que me roben ideas las ejecuto
Ciudades del primer mundo me parecen aldea
Zaragoza barcelona basilea han probado la entrega, hoseo ent. Musica y brega
Mi mente crea recrea acciones vividas he dejao
Mi piel en papel exponiendo mi vida sin fantasia, sangrienta poesia
Lo que conocias cambio con lo que yo hacia
Le di a las noche mis dias cruse mi mercancia
Putas y fantasia detras de Mi alcancia
Loomis entregadas por mi bajan las baragas mi casa es embajada rimas indocumentadas
Yo la acesoro Con el flow la decoro en papel son tesoro, mi audio entra por los poros
Rompe la puerta mi coro la lealtad la Valoro loco mas que el oro

Y que lo que waht up
Tipo levanta get up
Representando mi lao
Fuego pal que se a virao
No hables mucho shut up
Consigue cuarto de ma
Que te de pa guarda pa bebe y
Pa fuma

What Up

Things of destiny or some divine power
The delicious booze and the bottle of wine
I was fine, yes, with no fixed destination and the muse came to me and inspired me
Throughout the trip
I exuded my essence in the streets, looking for the right spot in your zone, does it sound familiar?
Guevara, the one with the good stuff
Whenever I can, I tell the truth even if it hurts
Rich or poor, you can always distinguish the woman of the night
Not enough substance, stories from the streets don't offer solace
I learned, but not in any school
My mind flies, nothing can stop my system
No, no fear of problems
The smoke goes in and the phlegm comes out, demanding, hallucinogenic
Like the grass
They come and go, up and down, no more struggle if they don't pay, yes

And what's up
Dude, get up
Representing my side
Fire for those who have turned against me
Don't talk too much, shut up
Get some money from your mom
So you can buy something to drink and
To smoke

Tired of them stealing my ideas, I execute them
First world cities seem like villages to me
Zaragoza, Barcelona, Basel have tasted the delivery, listen up, ent. Music and work
My mind creates, recreates, and leaves actions lived
My skin on paper, exposing my life without fantasy, bloody poetry
What you knew changed with what I did
I traded my days for the nights, I moved my merchandise
Prostitutes and fantasy behind my safe
Loomis delivered by me, the decks go down, my house is an embassy, undocumented rhymes
I protect her, I decorate her with flow, they are treasures on paper, my audio enters through your pores
My chorus breaks through the door, I value loyalty more than gold

And what's up
Dude, get up
Representing my side
Fire for those who have turned against me
Don't talk too much, shut up
Get some money from your mom
So you can buy something to drink and
To smoke