Текст и перевод песни Rapsusklei - Hip Hop Kresía

Hip Hop Kresía

Pilla mis frases y compáralas...
Con trapalas atrápalas chapa la tapa, la boca,
Loca por sus cábalas, lava las, sabanas,
Da pa mas, alabas a las mas Satanás.
Cavas la fosa de tus recamaras... oouuu!!!
Tus camaradas, amarradas van con fabulas anudas,
Ayudas tu con tus párvulas aduladoras,
Horas de fama y...
Crápulas draculas,se tiran al cuello como tarántulas.
Yo... No soy afín al rollo pimp, bling bling para mi...
Ese fin no es camino a seguir, hay mucho tontín,
Mucho vanidero en el ring y cuando suenan las campanas
No aparece tu team, jodido pin pin
Fin del fin de los restos has de ensayar
Mas tus gestos un día de estos se.
De tu texto, tan frágil como la fama
Mi estilo no es porcelana,
Es una barra de acero en tu cara cabron.
Para todo aquel que acapara,
Depara al tiempo una tara por cada maldad que alava al azar
A pesar que ya deje tus rimas viudas
Rebusco en la lencería de las almas desnudas,
¿Aun dudas? Asmas, almas fantasmas plasmas,
Plagios, vuélvete a Mad Max mas al rap,
Menos disputa yo no pillo el micro
Pillo el macro hijos de puta
Magnas, almas fantasmas plasmas
Plagios vuélvete a Mad Max plastas
Los he visto yo en todo el atlas...
Y es que tu empiezas y ya game over os va a doler,
Mi poder no es un vocoder,
Te juro que no es por joder, yo...
Soy un doberman, vuelvo como el boomerang corre como Foreman,
No verán... de cólera se moverán comerán...
Y removerán lo verán pronto se joderán
Tanto que dolerán operan, olerán,
Toleran su soberanía, soleran hablar
Luego que no lloverán. Se os...
Ve llegar, venerar, querer al federar, generar
Jerga, denegar, renegar,
No ve regar Senegal su tierra ve negar,
Encenegar por nuestro enfermar...
Se os a olvidao ya,
De donde viene el mar
De tanto querer libertad, se quieren elevar.
Olvidar raices, felices con sus prácticas,
Mientras los niños fabrican las ropas
En Southafrica China, Taiwán, Magreb o Vietnam
Todos somos presos materiales de esta mierda.
Encima queremos vivir tranquilos,
Con kilos y kilos de odio
Decidme quien mueve los hilos...

You!!! You!!! Diles, a todos esos pibes
Que mis vaciles fáciles,
Son sus perfiles son mis proyectiles,
Son su record guiness co, no te empecines,
Te flipes, te lo alucines.
Antes de que empieces a hablar,
Incluso opines, debes de ponerte las botas,
Los calcetines, has de saber mi Zaragoza
No hace fitness muchos buscan beef,
Y van de pimp y son pimpines.
Ja ja, hazhe, rapsus hace...
Desde que ha sido pequeño
Lo que le complace a mi no me para tu mierda,
Soy un salvaje no puedo callarme la boca,
Me da coraje. Mientras todos van de macas, siempre.
Hablan mierda dicen ser valiente hip hop kresia, you!!!
Tenlo presente hay mucho rapero co,
Sin dos dedos de frente.

Hip Hop Kresía

Catch my phrases and compare them...
With traps, catch them, shut the lid, your mouth,
Crazy for her rituals, washes the sheets,
Gives more, praises the most, Satan.
You dig the grave of your bedrooms... oouuu!!!
Your comrades, tied up, go with knotted fables,
You help with your flattering little girls,
Hours of fame and...
Scoundrels, Draculas, they throw themselves at the neck like tarantulas.
I... I'm not related to the pimp roll, bling bling for me...
That end is not the way to go, there are many fools,
Many show-offs in the ring and when the bells ring
Your team doesn't show up, damn pin pin
End of the end of the remains you have to rehearse
But your gestures one of these days will...
From your text, as fragile as fame
My style is not porcelain,
It's a steel bar in your face, asshole.
For everyone who hoards,
Time holds a defect for every evil that praises chance
Although I already leave your rhymes widowed
I search the lingerie of naked souls,
Do you still doubt? Asthmas, ghost souls, plasmas,
Plagiarism, go back to Mad Max but to rap,
Less dispute, I don't catch the mic
I catch the macro, sons of bitches
Magnas, ghost souls, plasmas
Plagiarism, go back to Mad Max, bores
I've seen them all over the atlas...
And you start and it's game over, it's gonna hurt,
My power is not a vocoder,
I swear it's not to fuck around, I...
I'm a Doberman, I come back like a boomerang, run like Foreman,
They won't see... they will move with anger, they will eat...
And they will stir it up, they will see, they will soon fuck up
So much that they will hurt, operate, smell,
They tolerate their sovereignty, they used to talk
Then that they won't rain. You...
See them coming, venerating, wanting to federate, generate
Jargon, deny, renege,
He doesn't see Senegal watering its land, he sees denying,
To become blind because of our illness...
You have already forgotten,
Where the sea comes from
From so much wanting freedom, they want to rise.
Forget roots, happy with their practices,
While the children make the clothes
In South Africa, China, Taiwan, Maghreb or Vietnam
We are all material prisoners of this shit.
On top of that we want to live in peace,
With kilos and kilos of hate
Tell me who pulls the strings...

You!!! You!!! Tell them, all those kids
That my easy jokes,
Are their profiles, they are my projectiles,
They are your Guinness record co, don't be stubborn,
Flip out, freak out.
Before you start talking,
Even give your opinion, you must put on your boots,
The socks, you have to know my Zaragoza
He doesn't do fitness, many look for beef,
And they go pimp and they are pimps.
Ha ha, do it, rapsus does...
Since he was little
What pleases me, your shit doesn't stop me,
I'm a savage, I can't shut my mouth,
It makes me angry. While everyone goes from brands, always.
They talk shit, they say they are brave, hip hop kresia, you!!!
Keep it in mind, there are many rappers co,
Without two fingers of forehead.