Текст и перевод песни Primero Company feat. Mantequilloso - Pese a Quien Le Pese

Pese a Quien Le Pese

Pese a quien le pese pago lo que debo
Ahora que regrese Putos van a ver que pedo
No me meto en chismes no quiero entrevistas
Prefiero los bisnes, tener otras vistas

De rimar mi garganta esta que se rompe
Pero hasta que se rompa tírame otro golpe
Dejen que se discuta, que se desquite
Pero si no se discute que la banda se la explique

Me cago en tus manager vengo a hacer fosas
Ahora el puto mundo cabe en una de mis bolsas
Independientes todavía resisten y ni siquiera
Viste Quien te tiro los dientes

Que vas a saber de cintas solo quieres fama
Si cuando yo rapeaba andabas en pijama
Se sienten chatos nunca fueron buenos
Entonces porque es que le avientan muchos huevos

Ellos quieren fama ya no buscan respeto
Yo quiero billetes pa'sacarme ese boleto
Eso me vale verga a mí no me representa
Me salte por la ventana cuando cerraron la puerta

Las manos quietas póngase vergas
No' más le baila pero no fleta en la reta
Aprieta el paso si se pone peligroso
Coma callado se disfruta más sabroso

Tiempos duros para ver cuantos resisten
Se creen un culo hasta que cae el chahuistle
No estoy por moda ni por ver cuantos me elijen
Los troncos firmes el camino no corrigen

Así es la cosa no hay que chistarla
La muerte llega sola solo te toca esperarla
Ya no le mueva mejor si se la vive
La vida te pone pruebas y el éxito se percibe

La vida sabe a mierda cuando todo está en declive
Pero aprendí a gozarla changándome unas caribes

No ande de hocicón o esa mierda no se logra
No me hables de calle si en la calle estas de sobra
Ponlo sencillo porque el brillo no se roba
O te comes el mundo o esperas a que te coma

Ya no le llore mejor póngase pilas
Si escribo mierda es por la mierda que me inspiras
Puto a que aspiras entre tantas mentiras
Ya te veré llorando cuando de verdad las vivas

Ponte chingon el matón ya no hace iris
Lo veo pasar y disparar desde la bwis
Su propia mierda le sirvió de Harakiri
Por no usar mi lenguaje y su coraje se hizo bilis

Cuida al que te besa ponle destreza
Porque el que te tropieza es el que quiere tu cabeza
Puedo con cualquiera ese pedo no me pesa
El que se cree más verga es el pastel de mi cereza.

No es como lo tomes es como te lo sirvas
Hablan de onzas pero no saben de libras
Si me haces jetas mejor ni me recibas
Con puto no me junto a la verga lo que digas

Everything To Prove

I may not have a lot, but I pay my dues
Now that I'm back, suckers are going to see what's up
I don't get into gossip, I don't want interviews
I prefer business, having other wealth

My throat is hoarse from rhyming
But until it breaks, hit me with another beat
Let them argue, let them get it out of their system
But if they don't settle it, let the band explain it

I don't give a damn about your manager, I'm here to dig ditches
Now the whole world fits in one of my bags
Independents still resist and you didn't even
See who knocked your teeth out

What do you know about tapes, you just want fame
When I was rapping, you were in your pajamas
They feel flat, they were never good
So why do they throw so many eggs at them?

They want fame, they don't seek respect anymore
I want money to buy that ticket
That's a bitch to me, it doesn't represent me
I jumped out the window when they closed the door

Hands quiet, get your dick up
He only dances but doesn't flirt in the back
Pick up the pace if it gets dangerous
Eat quietly, it's more delicious

Tough times to see how many will endure
They think they're great until the plague hits
I'm not in fashion or to see how many choose me
Strong roots don't adjust the path

That's the way it is, don't complain
Death comes alone, all you have to do is wait for it
Don't move, it's better if you live
Life gives you tests and success is perceived

Life tastes like shit when everything's in decline
But I learned to enjoy it by getting drunk

Don't be a smartass or that shit won't happen
Don't talk to me about the streets if you're just a spare part
Keep it simple because you can't steal the shine
Either you eat the world or you wait for it to eat you

Don't cry about it, better get cracking
If I write shit, it's because of the shit you inspire me to write
Honey, what are you aiming for with all these lies?
I'll see you crying when you really live them

Get tough, the tough guy doesn't make ripples anymore
I see him pass by and shoot from the bwis
His own shit gave him Harakiri
For not using my language and his courage turned to bile

Take care of the one who kisses you
Because the one who trips you is the one who wants your head
I can handle anyone, that shit doesn't weigh me down
The one who thinks he's the biggest dick is the cherry on my sundae.

It's not how you take it, it's how you serve it
They talk about ounces but they don't know about pounds
If you make faces at me, don't even let me in
I don't hang out with a fag, what the hell are you saying?