Текст и перевод песни Remik Gonzalez feat. B-Raster & Desorden KDC - Cuadernos al Horno

Cuadernos al Horno

Cuando el humo comienza a flotar
Mi mente se eleva, los ocicones me dan weba aa
Con la pipa en la mano y dos jainitas a mi lado y awebo de mi tierra donde en todo lado andamos
Sonando en tu chante en tu pinche bocina maliante robando cabina
No soy mas que nadie no sabe no hable cantante maliando en tu esquina
Sonando en tu chante en tu pinche bocina maliante robando cabina
No soy mas que nadie no sabe no hable cantante maliando en tu esquina
Nomas me entono y empiezo a escribir veneno que la pista no se preste yo lo hago ganguero
Jale del bueno vengo de baja debo sin frenos ya todos me conocen porque sus bocinas trueno
Sali del guero donde yo me hice solo
Donde ya agarre la clecha de rifarmela a lo cholo
Bien loco, ando componiendo orita loco loco, tambien mi perro anda bien loco
Hacemos rolas, traemos pistolas, pisamos terres corre la bola
Socas primero hablan depues ya no quieren broncas
Se cren bien locos pero para mi son locas
Y ya no quieren broncas
Socas primero hablan despues ya no quieren broncas
Se cren bien locos pero para mi son locas
Y ya no quieren broncas
Cuando el humo comienza a flotar
Mi mente se eleva, los ocicones me dan weba aa
Con la pipa en la mano y dos jainitas a mi lado y awebo de mi tierra donde en todo lado andamos
Sonando en tu chante en tu pinche bocina
Maliante robando cabina
No soy mas que nadie no sabe no hable cantante maliando en tu esquina
Sonando en tu chante en tu pinche bocina maliante robando cabina
No soy mas que nadie no sabe no hable cantante maliando en tu esquina
Si piensas que me siento mas ya te estas sintiendo menos
Sigo convirtiendo pan el veneno del terreno
Fue

Baked Notebooks

As the smoke begins to float
My mind gets high, those jerks give me a hard time aa
With the pipe in my hand and two young ladies by my side and all the guts of my land where we always go around
Playing in your house on your bloody speaker crib stealing the spotlight
I'm not better than anyone don't know don't talk bad singer hanging around your corner
Playing in your house on your bloody speaker crib stealing the spotlight
I'm not better than anyone don't know don't talk bad singer hanging around your corner
I just get high and start writing poison that the track won't lend itself I make it gangsta
Good pull I come from a cheap neighbor I must have no brakes everyone knows me already because I'm thundering their speakers
I left the fair-skinned one where I made myself alone
Where I already grabbed the arrow of rapping it cholo style
Crazy, I'm composing right now crazy crazy, my dog is also crazy
We make tracks, we bring guns, we step on land the news spreads
Informers talk first then they don't want trouble
They believe themselves to be very crazy but for me they are crazy women
And they don't want any trouble anymore
Informers talk first then they don't want trouble
They believe themselves to be very crazy but for me they are crazy women
And they don't want any trouble anymore
As the smoke begins to float
My mind gets high, those jerks give me a hard time aa
With the pipe in my hand and two young ladies by my side and all the guts of my land where we always go around
Playing in your house on your bloody speaker
Cribbing stealing the spotlight
I'm not better than anyone don't know don't talk bad singer hanging around your corner
Playing in your house on your bloody speaker crib stealing the spotlight
I'm not better than anyone don't know don't talk bad singer hanging around your corner
If you think I'm feeling more you are already feeling less
I continue turning bread into the poison of the terrain
It was