Текст и перевод песни Rapper school - No Hay Primera Sin Segunda

No Hay Primera Sin Segunda

Abran paso que primero voy yo
Así como lo oyó
Quitense del medio que los atropello
Saben que no fallo y los callo
Cuando se abre la pista me desplayo
Y les caigo de arriba como un rayo

Hey tu a mi no me quieras hablar de flow
Si he visto tu show
Y dejame decirte que esta LO-CO

Y luego quedaos que
Somos los que dominamos
Aunque nos tranquen y quieran
Que me estanquen

Tu, no me quieras ni siquera tirar
Porque mira que la tortilla se te vira
Al girar
Y no vas a negar que tu te sueles inspirar
Cuando la promo sube a la tarima pa representar
Asi que bajense y relajense, mire y agasajese
Si quieren llegar a este nivel
Entonces rajense
Nada es de regalo
Aqui se aprende todo a palo
Pero yo que tu me quito porque rapeando eres malo

Que mi cara de huevo no te confunda
Que no habrá quien te defienda cuando te la hunda
Recuerda que no existe la primera sin segunda
Y como la promo no hay dos
Pero como tu si abundan

Sigue asiendo musiquita con tu jerma
Hasta que se duerma
Por aqui seguiremos en la berma, si
Yo soy humilde, si
Pero saben bien a que todos los que me tiren
Me chupen la verga

Hey, van pidiendo "May Day"
"Mis hey Freed'
Seguire saltando alturas como un skater
Un futuro oscuro como el traje de Darth Vader
Yo sigo sirviendo la pista a cualquier Slater
No pierdas los paper soplon
Que para tu mala suerte tiene para rato esta canción
Razón por la cual tienes que
Soportarlo y aceptarlo
Y despues de mi sigue Giancarlo, si

Sabes que a la nota yo le pongo la tilde
Sin dejar de ser humilde
Tu eres un gil de mierda
Que no sirve para na
Si ya me contaron que no te apoya ni tu mamá

Yo no se que traman
Si es que buscan fama
Se van a la cama
Que yo estoy rapeando pa ganar mi jama
Todo el mundo quiere la musica de mi emblema
Así es que yo vendo mis disco dime cual es tu problema?

Este es mi trabajo
Yo nunca lo tomo como un relajo
Por eso a diferencia no salen de abajo
No es que sea mas viejo
Pero aqui cuando yo comencé a rapear le metia con un flow
Tan pendejo
Te quedamos lejos
No estamos parejos
Por eso de vez en cuando pongo un tema les doy yo pendejo
La gente que sabe bien
Que si la musica suena elegante pues es de quien

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We Don't Play
We We Don't
We We Dont
We Don't Play
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We Don't Play
We We Don't
We We Dont
We Don't Play
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We Don't Play
We We Don't
We We Dont
We Don't Play
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We Don't Play
We We Don't
We We Dont
We Don't Play

Tu eres MC?
Dime quien carajo no es asi?
Si pa la tierra que yo naci
Puede que en el guiño no te vi
Rapero de tv que solamente sueña con sacar un CD
Yo voy a parar cuando le metan al nivel la primera letra
Que yo le compuse al papel
Soy un Papa Noel
JO JO
Tu eres un flojo se te aflojó
Cuando tire Flow
(SLOOW)

Para que tu entiendas el show
Pero me loqueo cada vez que yo rapeo
Como niño bueno que sale pal recreo
(You Know)
Soy como Popeye en espinaca
Si quieren combatan
Que la promoción se arrebata
Apaga la PC y ya sal para la calle
No hagas que el cerebro se te raye

Check this sound
Rapero Underground
Tus logros son finta como
En Smack Down
La saben afuera y tambien en presidios
Opera la escuela rapero y suicidio
Cara de malo me quiere dar miedo
Me paro a su costado mientras que me tiro un pedo
Poff, te dejamos el micro en off
Aqui tu sirves ni para el BeatBox

Vayan mas pa ya
Y no me pidan batalla que no dan la talla
A partir de la raya es papaya
1999
Y a la competencia el culo todavia se les mueve
Pocos son los que se atreven a querer retar
Porque saben que los cartones se pueden reventar
Cataplum, por aquí no te miramos ni con zoom
Ni cagando suenas bien ni aunque
Te mentan auto tune
Soy como una bala tun tun

Te reviento la entraña
Si tu te vas ni tu mamá te extraña
Yo tengo la caña para llevar este vehículo
Por eso es que me gusta atropellar ridículos
En tu compota caberan mis testículos
Nivel de Dios para estos discípulos
Que se encuentran verdes como Pícoro
Por eso es que yo los corto como Fígaro

Hajamaraja tu primo se raja
Con el bombo y caja que suena mas paja
Y es mucha ventaja el estilo es foraja
Tu lírica está baja
Por aquí no encaja
Suave no mas que tiene mas y que tiras?
Pedirás la paz mientras que te vas para atrás
Soy el Sensei repartiendo la Ley
"May Day" "May Day"
Cuando sale
"We Don't Play"

There Is No First Without Second

Make way that I will go first
Just as he heard it
Get out of the way I'm running over you
They know I don't fail and I shut them up
When the track opens I drop
And I fall from above them like lightning

Hey you don't want to talk to me about flow
If I've seen your show
And let me tell you that this LO-CO

And then stay that
We are the ones who dominate
Even if they block us and want
Let them stall me

You, don't even want to throw me
Because look that the omelet turns on you
When turning
And you won't deny that you usually inspire
When the promo goes up to the stage to represent
So get down and relax, watch and be entertained
If you want to reach this level
Then crack up
Nothing is a gift
Here you learn everything by stick
But if you take me off because you're bad at rapping

Don't let my egg face confuse you
That there will be no one to defend you when you sink it
Remember that there is no such thing as the first without a second
And as the promo there are no two
But like you if they abound

Keep holding on to music with your jerma
Until he falls asleep
We'll still be on the berm this way, if
I am humble, yes.
But they taste good to all who throw me
Suck my dick

Hey, they're asking for "May Day"
"My hey Freed'
I'll keep jumping heights like a skateboarder
A dark future like Darth Vader's suit
I still serve the track to any Slater
Don't lose the paper snitch
That for your bad luck has for a while this song
The reason why you have to
Endure it and accept it
And after me follows Giancarlo, yes

You know that to the note I put the tick
Without ceasing to be humble
You are a fucking asshole
Which is not good for na
If they already told me that neither your mom supports you

I don't know what they're up to
If they are looking for fame
They're going to bed
That I'm rapping to win my jama
Everybody wants the music of my emblem
So I sell my albums tell me what is your problem?

This is my job
I never take it as a relaxation
That's why unlike they do not come out from below
It's not that I'm older
But here when I started rapping I used to mix him with a flow
Such an asshole
We stayed away from you
We are not even
That's why from time to time I put a topic I give them asshole
The people who know well
Que si la musica suena elegante pues es de quien

(Au)
We Don't Play
We We Don't
We We Dont
We Don't Play
(Au)
We Don't Play
We We Don't
We We Dont
We Don't Play
(AU)
We Don't Play
We We Don't
We We Dont
We Don't Play
(AU)
We Don't Play
We We Don't
We We Dont
We Don't Play

Are you MC?
Tell me who the fuck is not like that?
If for the land that I was born
Maybe in the wink I didn't see you
TV rapper who only dreams of releasing a CD
I'm going to stop when they put the first letter on the level
That I composed to the paper
I am a Santa Claus
JO JO
You're a slacker you got slacked off
When I pull Flow
(SLOOW)

So that you understand the show
But I get crazy every time I rap
As a good kid who goes out... recess
(You Know)
I'm like Popeye in spinach
If you want to fight
That the promotion is snatched
Turn off the PC and go out to the street
Don't make your brain scratch

Check this sound
Rapper Underground
Your achievements are feint like
On Smack Down
They know it outside and also in prisons
Opera school rapper and suicide
Bad face wants to scare me
I stand next to her while I fart
Poff, we leave the microphone off to you
You're not even good for the Beatbox here

Go more pa ya
And don't ask me for battle you don't measure up
From the stripe is papaya
1999
And the competition's ass is still moving
Few are those who dare to want to challenge
Because they know that the cartons can burst
Cataplum, we don't even look at you with zoom around here
Neither shitting you sound good even though
They lie to you auto tune
I'm like a bullet tun tun

I'm blowing up your insides
If you leave, even your mom doesn't miss you
I have the rod to carry this vehicle
That's why I like to run over ridiculous
In your compote will fit my testicles
The level of God for these disciples
That are found green as a Roguery
That's why I cut them like Figaro

Hajamaraja your cousin cracks
With the bass drum and snare drum that sounds more straw
And it's a lot of advantage the style is foraja
Your lyrics are low
It doesn't fit around here
Soft no more what has more and what do you throw away?
You'll ask for peace while you're going back
I'm the Sensei handing out the Law
"May Day" "May Day"
Cuando sale
"We Don't Play"