Текст и перевод песни Roman El Original - Música de Barrio

Música de Barrio

Yeah, esta es mi musica,
Estos son mis sentimientos, del barrio
Roman El Original, Yeah!
Música de barrio sangre y drogas son el escenario,
Muertes inocentes se van diario,
Corre no pares la envidia te persigue,
Musica de barrio sangre y drogas son el escenario,
Muertes inocentes se van diario,
Corre no pares la envidia te persigue,
Yo soy del underground, me he criado en el underground,
De pequeño en ese barrio siempre a diaro algun round,
Muchos malarios, sicarios cuidad de mercenarios,
Olor a sangre a fría y así es el escenario,
Siempre que hubo riña yo con los puños cerrado,
No soy super-heroe pero nunca mal parado,
No hay mas nada, me da igual si tu me quieres pelear,
La calle es mi escenario y ahi te me voy a plantar,
No me importa si sos rapero que hablan de mi,
Si se criaron con mi estilo en una disco por ahí,
Seguro que han silvado alguna de mis canciones,
Seguro que en sus novias yo despierto emociones,

Música de barrio sangre y drogas son el escenario,
Muertes inocentes se van diario,
Corre no pares la envidia te persigue,
Música de barrio sangre y drogas son el escenario,
Muertes inocentes se van diario,
Corre no pares la envidia te persigue
Porque hay tanta pobresa en un pais donde hay riquesas,
Te hacen lo que quieren y te lavan la cabeza,
Despues de eso te tiran te dañan la conciencia,
Con dos o tres discursos subestiman tu paciencia,
Tengo codigos aprendidos en donde me he criado,
De las armas, las drogas dios de eso me ha abrigado,
Y es normal no es pa menos,
Que haya niños perdidos con ojos achinados
Y millones de enemigos,
Hay una cosa que es insolita (insolita),
Porqe hay gente superir que nos cree hipocritas,
Que no hagamos algo no es que no queremos.
Pues donde manda capitan no manda marinero,
Y saludos a mi gente mi flia y mi compania,
Que hacen mil esfuerzos por mi todos los dias,
Y aunque tenga rivales que por mi se despalabren,
Aqui va para ellos mis saludos cordiales,
No soy rapero sincero me esmero,
En hacerte entender lo que quiero,
Que antes de tirarme fuego apague el incendio de su basurero,
Me mandaste verdura podrida y tu verduleria se fue a la quiebra,
Tu bolsillo por pillo esta seco y yo sigo tranqilo tomando ginebra,
Hay veces que cober, pero usted si que es un farsante,
Si me contesta el timbre devoto mas que se atreba a llamarse cantante,
Lo que hago no se llama copia, no se llama quererse importante,
Se llama ser inteligente y pensarla mas amigo ignorante,

Música de barrio sangre y drogas son el escenario,
Muertes inocentes se van diario,
Corre no pares la envidia te persigue,
Musica de barrio sangre y drogas son el escenario,
Muertes inocentes se van diario,
Corre no pares la envidia te persigue
Oye los grandes momentos nacen de grandes oportunidades,
Y tu oportunidad la perdiste papi ;)
Humildemente desde el barrio,
La calidad musical ok? keke y roman el original,
Entendelo esto soy yo (soy yo)

Neighborhood Music

Yeah, this is my music,
These are my feelings, from the neighborhood
Roman El Original, Yeah!
Neighborhood music, blood and drugs are the scene,
Innocent deaths leave daily,
Run, don't stop, envy is chasing you,
Neighborhood music, blood and drugs are the scene,
Innocent deaths leave daily,
Run, don't stop, envy is chasing you,
I'm from the underground, I grew up in the underground,
As a kid in that neighborhood, always a round every day,
Many bad guys, hitmen, city of mercenaries,
The smell of cold blood, and that's the scene,
Whenever there was a fight, I had my fists clenched,
I'm not a superhero, but never in a bad position,
There's nothing else, I don't care if you want to fight me,
The street is my stage, and I'm going to stand there,
I don't care if you're rappers who talk about me,
If you grew up with my style in a club somewhere,
Surely you've whistled some of my songs,
Surely in your girlfriends, I awaken emotions,

Neighborhood music, blood and drugs are the scene,
Innocent deaths leave daily,
Run, don't stop, envy is chasing you,
Neighborhood music, blood and drugs are the scene,
Innocent deaths leave daily,
Run, don't stop, envy is chasing you
Why is there so much poverty in a country where there is wealth,
They do what they want to you and they brainwash you,
After that they throw you away, they damage your conscience,
With two or three speeches they underestimate your patience,
I have codes learned where I grew up,
From weapons, drugs, God has sheltered me from that,
And it's normal, it's no wonder,
That there are lost children with slanted eyes
And millions of enemies,
There is one thing that is unusual (unusual),
Why are there superior people who think we are hypocrites,
That we don't do something doesn't mean we don't want to.
Well, where the captain commands, the sailor does not command,
And greetings to my people, my family, and my company,
Who make a thousand efforts for me every day,
And even though I have rivals who speak ill of me,
Here are my cordial greetings to them,
I'm not a sincere rapper, I strive,
To make you understand what I want,
That before throwing fire at me, put out the fire in your dumpster,
You sent me rotten vegetables, and your grocery store went bankrupt,
Your pocket is dry because of a thief, and I'm still calmly drinking gin,
There are times to cover, but you are a faker,
If you answer the bell, devotee, don't dare call yourself a singer,
What I do is not called copying, it is not called wanting to be important,
It's called being intelligent and thinking more, ignorant friend,

Neighborhood music, blood and drugs are the scene,
Innocent deaths leave daily,
Run, don't stop, envy is chasing you,
Neighborhood music, blood and drugs are the scene,
Innocent deaths leave daily,
Run, don't stop, envy is chasing you
Listen, great moments are born from great opportunities,
And you lost your opportunity, daddy ;)
Humbly from the neighborhood,
Musical quality okay? keke and roman the original,
Understand this, this is me (it's me)