Текст и перевод песни Rojas On The Beat feat. Ator Untela - Callate

Callate

Ou

La musa sale buscando el aroma e' lo' metale'
Loco, no te me iguale' que no esta' pa' esto' timbale'
Ahora tengo un manager que escoge mis rivales
Y que si apuntamo' a ti te vamo' hacer tres carnavale'

Alaracoso, Gucci ta' to' la vida me gozo
Las locas me llaman y yo busco ese chicloso
Tenderoso ma' de la pista estoy ansioso
El duro en el lápiz cuida'o mi pulso es nervioso

Las mojo, jojo
Las mato a mi antojo
Las tengo como en Soho
Se van con el labio rojo

Como en Bayamón, Ñengo
Como también tengo
No me desajiro
Porque la calle te prendo

Bacano, el duro liriqueando
Así me llamo
No le gusto yo
Le gusta to' lo que cantamo'
No' quitamo'
Apenas una no' diga' te amo
Porque no estamos pa' eso
Tamo' puesto pa' lo' gramo'

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Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi (cállate)

Ya tu sabe' Tokio
El míster madafuckyou
Este flow no se ve ni con 14 telescopio'
Todo un bacaneo, mi loco, yo no me copio
Pa' llegar a esta nota es popper, opio

Mucha pasta, mucha loca
Mucho palo, mucha corta
La noche es larga, la vida corta
La competencia no soporta
Tengo al enemy que por poco se ahorca

Te monto la que yes
Carnales como es
Son diez palos al mes
¿Raperos como yo?, escasez

No nacimos para el juez
Aquí ninguno habla inglés
El reino de ajedrez
Vete nos vemos después, ou

Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi (cállate)
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi (cállate)
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi (cállate)
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi

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Callate

Oh

The muse comes out to search for the aroma of the metals
Homie, don't you equal me because you're not for these drums
Now I have a manager who chooses my opponents
And if we point to you, we're going to make you three carnivals

I hide, Gucci makes me enjoy my life
The chicks are calling me and I'm looking for that chewing gum
Tender-hearted, I'm anxious for the track
The hard one with the pencil, watch out, my wrist is nervous

I wet them, haha
I kill them at my leisure
I have them like in Soho
They leave with red lips

Like in Bayamón, Ñengo
Like also I have
I don't lose my composure
Because I'll light you up the street

Cool, the hard rhyming
That's my name
She doesn't like me
She likes everything we sing
We don't take them off
As soon as she says I love you, we won't say it
Because we're not for that
We're here for the grams

Shut (cállate)
Shut (cállate)
Shut (cállate)
Shut (cállate)

You already know, Tokyo
The madafuckyou mister
This flow isn't seen even with 14 telescopes
A total bacchanal, homie, I'm not copying
To get to this note is popper, opium

A lot of pasta, a lot of chicks
A lot of hassle, a lot of shortcuts
The night is long, the life is short
The competition can't stand it
I have the enemy choking

I mount you the way you are
Chum, as it is
It's ten grand a month
Rappers like me? Scarce

We were not born for the judge
Here nobody speaks English
The chess kingdom
Go, we'll see you later, oh

Shut (cállate)
Shut (cállate)
Shut (cállate)
Shut

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