Текст и перевод песни Rocca - Vatos Locos

Vatos Locos

Entro y te sorprendo presentó mi rap infernal que te afecta mi
Talento es hora lameras mi infierno besa o Besaras mis pies imbécil
No tengo paciencia para comvivir con toys voy a romperte si te
Acercas soy m hay se están sentados ahí hay quien lleva lava son
Hijos de putås en esta ciudad donde duela y vuela de mi catapulta
Resulta que este sultan suelta rafagas de palabras donde se safa
Escapando presta bufones ponen pretextos al freestyle no esque no te
Guste no te sale ser realista mi rima te va a comvertir en cenizas y
Mi saliba va basilar te deja sin salida mira respira analiza tus
Actos que he hecho con el rap más que tu y en menos de un año los
Apaño niños ricos fornico no finjo daño causó infartos infarto
Harcore salgo del subterráneo mi hermano hermano mitomanos aliados
Somos los malos del cuento ustedes son los siete los siete enanos me
Levanto desde abajo y no me dejare vencer habrá pendejos que
Critiquen mi trabajo pero los voy a joder mil disculpas familia por
No ser como quisieran y esque soy joven alcoholico y en contra de las
Reglas aquellos que me apoyan deberás no los olvido los que en vida
Me abrasaron y hoy en día los llamo amigos llevo la llave que nos
Lleva al país de las maravillas villas valles los que buscan joyas
Aquí no brillan no hay pesadillas ni guerras ni miseria en las
Esquinas una mejor vida por paz y armonía sin ver con quien mandar
Porque el plomo son fotografías lo hago el rap por gusto no para
Llenar mi alcancia lo mio es el underground
Freestyle de la sangre fría lo tuyo una porquería
Dime si quieres guerra cierrate solo la puerta que el rap es mi
Motocierra y que el rap en esta ensesta guerra de rap y de esta
Apesta vamos contesta se que molesta la verdad en esto se llama
Amistad hipocresía llamada hermandad los aches criutomanos en árma la
Ciudad como los combos somos solos que con combos hacen combos sigue
La fiera en esta espera rondando aceras palabras sinceras este nomada
Evade tu manada clavada calmada vibra mala calmada la bala que va
Directo a tu cara para compara dispara eres un torpe no puedes con
Rap y te lanzas a los golpes mediocre cobarde te arde pero para darte
Cuenta es demasiado tarde hablarte el rap no es sencillo aquí yo
Construyó un castillo con tus castigos me habla de exilio el que pide
Auxilio de rodillas pateare tus costillas solo son astillas y
Semillas semillas de millas si te humillas con rimas sencillas aquí
Yo le meto me rindo elijo a toda tu pandilla tengo pila yo tan joven
Tu tan viejo te falta reflejo asimila los malos del cuento con
Encanto tanto rebaja sentimientos y compartir ideología soy tu guía
Guerrero de sangre fria harcore de alegría este poeta trasa con amor
Y con odio a cada letra elevarme con mi hazaña y cumplir nuevas
Hazañas es mi meta alerta rimas suelta pluma esta
Inquieta alerta (que se vallan a la verga los otros vatos ese.
Porque esta tierra es de nosotros.
No te quiero volver a ver.
Orale pinche puto)

Vatos Locos

I walk in and surprise you. I present my infernal rap that affects you. My
talent is time, you lame. My hell kisses, or you'll kiss my feet, you imbecile.
I don't have the patience to live with toys. I'm going to break you if you
come close. I am...there are...they are sitting there...there is someone who brings lava. They are
sons of bitches in this city where it hurts and flies from my catapult.
It turns out that this sultan releases bursts of words where it's frayed
escaping. Lend buffoons pretexts to freestyle. It's not that you don't
like it. You can't be realistic. My rhyme is going to turn you into ashes and
my saliva will dance, leave you without an exit. Look, breathe, analyze your
actions that I have done with rap, more than you, and in less than a year. I
fix them. Rich kids, I fornicate. No feigned damage caused heart attacks. Heart attack.
Hardcore. I come out of the underground. My brother, brother. Mythomaniac allies.
We are the bad guys in the story. You are the seven, the seven dwarfs. I
rise from below and I will not let myself be defeated. There will be assholes who
criticize my work, but I'm going to fuck them. My apologies, family, for
not being the way you would like, and that's because I'm young, an alcoholic, and against the
rules. Those who support me should...I don't forget them. Those who in life
embraced me and today I call them friends. I carry the key that
takes us to wonderland. Villas, valleys. Those who are looking for jewels
don't shine here. There are no nightmares, no wars, no misery in the
corners. A better life for peace and harmony without seeing who to order
because the lead is photographs. I do rap for pleasure, not to
fill my piggy bank. Mine is the underground.
Cold-blooded freestyle. Yours is crap.
Tell me if you want war. Just close the door. Rap is my
chainsaw. And that rap in this...in this rap war and of this
bet, come on, answer. I know the truth bothers you. In this it's called
friendship. Hypocrisy called brotherhood. The "h" mythomaniacs in arms, the
city, like the combos. We are alone, that with combos they make combos. It follows
the beast in this wait, prowling sidewalks. Sincere words. This nomad
evades your pack. Stuck, calm, bad vibe, calm. The bullet that goes
straight to your face to compare. Shoot. You're clumsy. You can't handle
rap and you throw yourself into blows. Mediocre coward. It burns you, but to give you
an account, it's too late to talk to you. Rap is not easy. Here I
built a castle. With your punishments, you talk to me about exile. He who asks
for help on his knees. I'll kick your ribs. They're just splinters and
seeds, seeds for miles. If you humble yourself with simple rhymes, here
I put it in. I surrender. I choose your whole gang. I have a battery. I'm so young,
you're so old. You lack reflexes. Assimilate. The bad guys in the story with
charm, so much lowers feelings and sharing ideology. I am your guide,
cold-blooded warrior. Hardcore of joy. This poet traces with love
and with hatred every letter. To rise with my feat and fulfill new
feats is my goal. Alert. Loose rhymes, pen. This one
is restless. Alert. (Get the hell out of here, the other vatos, that one.
Because this land is ours.
I don't want to see you again.
Orale, pinche puto.)