Текст и перевод песни Reis Belico feat. Llois - Quien en Contra

Quien en Contra

Inventate otra, nuestro talento es muy notable
Ni Que te escuche drogao da nota
Retirese compa, que tenemos un nivel envidable
Y el tuyo esta debajo de mi boza
Si estan en contra disparen
Todo el mundo esta claro que no creemos en nadie
Hasta este momento no existe quien nos pare
Niño no ladre que hay puro perros coño e' madre
Hay un par de curioso que se creen que andan chilling
Tienen una peli en su mente a lo bruce willis
Hablan a mis espalda pero de frente le da el filling
Mientras yo prendo un filling chilling, escuchando milly milly
Libre puro the lion king en la jungla
Hijo sumba que tu musa hace piro 'e rumba
No es lo mismo querer bombo que ser el dueño del pumba, raciocinio los mato y con este bailo en su tumba
Lucky, suena muy cuco parecen libelula
Por gente como tu la aundiencia se ha vuelto una incredula, Cosa que recupero con este flow a lo Crash Nebula
Y esta lírica que se los tiene hasta la medula
Me dan es risa tienen complejo de Jack Powers
Estan ahorrando de sus mesada para comprarse una sig sauer
Luego que la hayan compra'o los sueños se les espichan porque ven que el niño no se hacen hombre cuando tienen bicha
Si estan en contra disparen
Todo el mundo esta claro que no creemos en nadie
Hasta este momento no existe quien nos pare
Niño no ladre que hay puro perros coño e' madre
En el beat que quieran les convierto la carrera en tragedia
Soy impredecible como Rondon despues de la media
Que el sonido pasa al oido como por un cable y nacen palabras que concuerdan como juego de Scrabble
Todos fuman, todos portan, todos matan y hasta donde yo se lo real gangs no se retratan
Se mueren por aparentar lo que no son que tonto
Pero el que vive de lo que no es, deja de vivir pronto
Si no tiene guaramo no se suba para el páramo que si fuese tan fácil los bueno ya ni cantaramos
Al Cesar lo del Cesar
Y al maniqui su prenda
Otra metáfora solo para génios que no creo que entienda
Los duros me respetan y yo los respetos a ellos
Y lo malos solo son malos sin brillo y destello
Las matemáticas simple y la lógica corta
Sugiere que no pueden existir un hijo e' puta en contra
Yeah
Reis belico
One tu one tu
Loiz desbarajuste
Reis belico
Dlk en la instrumental
Los mas pesaos el combo del panico
Puros mostros tiranicos
Ponganse a grabar hagan musica para que tengan base y fundamentos para decir todas las estupideces que dicen Blacka

Who's Against?

Come up with something else, our talent is too remarkable
Not even listening to you high would give me a note
Step back, pal, we have an enviable level
And yours is below my mask
If you're against us, shoot
Everyone knows we don't believe in anyone
So far, there's no one to stop us
Boy, don't bark, there are only real dogs, son of a bitch
There are a couple of curious ones who think they're chilling
They have a movie in their minds like Bruce Willis
They talk behind my back but in front, they get the feeling
While I light a filling chilling, listening to Milly Milly
Free, pure The Lion King in the jungle
Son, move your hips, your muse does a fire dance
It's not the same to want a drum as to be the owner of the Pumba, reasoning killed them and with this I dance on their grave
Lucky, they sound so cute, they look like dragonflies
Because of people like you, the audience has become incredulous, something I recover with this flow like Crash Nebula
And this lyric that has them to the core
They make me laugh, they have a Jack Powers complex
They're saving up their allowances to buy a Sig Sauer
After they buy it, their dreams are shattered because they see that boys don't become men when they have a gun
If you're against us, shoot
Everyone knows we don't believe in anyone
So far, there's no one to stop us
Boy, don't bark, there are only real dogs, son of a bitch
On any beat you want, I'll turn your career into a tragedy
I'm unpredictable like Rondon after halftime
The sound goes through the ear like through a cable and words are born that match like a game of Scrabble
Everyone smokes, everyone carries, everyone kills, and as far as I know, real gangs don't take pictures
They're dying to pretend what they're not, how silly
But whoever lives off what they're not, stops living soon
If you don't have the guts, don't climb the mountain, if it were so easy, the good ones wouldn't even sing anymore
To Caesar what is Caesar's
And to the mannequin its garment
Another metaphor just for geniuses that I don't think you'll understand
The tough guys respect me and I respect them
And the bad guys are just bad guys without shine or sparkle
Simple mathematics and short logic
Suggests that there can't be a son of a bitch against
Yeah
Reis Belico
One tu one tu
Loiz Desbarajuste
Reis Belico
Dlk on the instrumental
The heaviest, the panic combo
Pure tyrannical monsters
Start recording, make music so you have a basis and foundation to say all the stupid things you say, Blacka