Текст и перевод песни Rxnde Akozta - Post Data Besos

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Yeah! Ja Ja...
Me Rio Pa No Llorar

Quien Coño Es Usted Pa' Hablar De Mi
Y Ese RANDY El Que Se Gana La Vida
Haciendo Fragela Y CD
Haciendo Hip-Hop Pa' Ti
Aunqe El Tiempo Se Ponga Gris
Yo Ando Con Ropa Barata Y Rota Soy Feliz Asi
Yo Me Hice Mc Porque En Verdad No Hablo Mucho
Y En Mis Temas No Presumo Balaceras Y Cartucho
Me Ducho En La Materia Pero Se Que Significa
No Vivo En El Country
Vivia Cerca De Caraquita' Quita
Que Tampoco Presumo De Eso
Y Sino Saludo Siempre Es Porque Soy De Carne Y Hueso
Tambien Tengo Problemas Y Estados De Animo
Pa' Que Un Pana Se Me Ralle Porqe Rxnde No Lo Saludo
Politico Porque Soy Nacido En Cuba
Y Mas Facil Que Vivir Alli Es Comer Carne Cruda
Sali Buscando Ayuda Con Mejores Intenciones Que Encontre Familia
Tambien Un Chorro De Criticones
Que Critican Mis Acciones
Porque Dicen Que Pa Ser Real No Puedo Andar Con Panas De Los Ruices
Interioricen Basy.Co Cueste Lo Que Cueste
Te Guste O Te Moleste Al Que Deteste
Que Deje La Necedad
Yo Ando Con Quien Se Me Da La Gana Porque Soy Mayor De Edad
Caracas Es Mi Cuidad Por Propia Decision
Llegue En Avion Desde La Europa No Con Ninguna Mision
Correccion Ni Medico Ni Deportista
El Webon Dedico Uno Jodido Protagonista
Ese Soy Yo El Que Se Llego A Decirle A Usted
Que Sino Tiene Vida Propia Bajo Una Por Internet
Y Deje La Mia Que Me Encanta Como La Llevo
Va Pendiente Compa De Mi Rap O De Mocharme El Huevo
Tengo Un Caracter Rancio Rio Poco No Lo Niego
Pero Eso No Significa Tener Problema De Ego
Usted Esta Ciego O Es Que Acaso No Percibe
Qe Al Bajar De La Tarima Hablo Con El Que Me Lo Pide
Fotos Con Los Convives & No Pa Hacerme Rey
Sino Pal Album De Fotos Tageadas En El MySpace
Pa' Mi No Hay Ley Creo Mucho En La Ciencia
En La Mitad De Sebas En Mi Maldita Conciencia
Advertencia Jamas Me Crei El Mejor
Pero El Animal Rapiando Nunca Tuvo Un Domador

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Solo Odio & Amor Como Mentor
You Menor Esto Huele A Hip Hop
Ni Armani Ni Cristian Dior
Como En Los 90' Pico En Nueva York

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Yeah! Ja Ja...
I Laugh To Avoid Crying

Who The Hell Are You To Talk About Me?
And That RANDY, The One Who Makes A Living
Making Fragela And CDs
Making Hip-Hop For You
Even Though The Time Turns Gray
I Walk Around With Cheap, Torn Clothes, I'm Happy Like This
I Became An MC Because I Don't Really Speak Much
And In My Tracks, I Don't Brag About Shootouts And Cartridges
I Bathe In The Material, But I Know What It Means
I Don't Live In The Country
I Used To Live Near Caraquita' Quita
I Don't Brag About That Either
And If I Don't Greet You, It's Always Because I'm Made Of Flesh And Bone
I Also Have Problems And Moods
So That A Friend Doesn't Get Mad At Me Because Rxnde Doesn't Greet Him
I'm Political Because I Was Born In Cuba
And It's Easier To Eat Raw Meat Than To Live There
I Left Looking For Help, With Better Intentions Than I Found Family
Also A Bunch Of Critics
Who Criticize My Actions
Because They Say That To Be Real I Can't Hang Out With Guys From Los Ruices
Internalize Basy.Co No Matter What
Whether You Like It Or It Annoys You, To The One Who Hates
Let Go Of The Stupidity
I Hang Out With Whoever I Want Because I'm Of Age
Caracas Is My City By My Own Decision
I Arrived By Plane From Europe, Not With Any Mission
Correction, Neither A Doctor Nor An Athlete
The Idiot Dedicated One Damn Protagonist
That's Me, The One Who Went As Far As To Tell You
That If You Don't Have Your Own Life, You're Under One On The Internet
And Leave Mine Alone, I Love It The Way I Live It
Keep Up With My Rap Or Cutting My Balls Off
I Have A Sour Temper, I Cry Little, I Don't Deny It
But That Doesn't Mean Having An Ego Problem
You're Blind Or Don't You See
That When I Get Off The Stage, I Talk To Whoever Asks Me
Pictures With The Homies & Not To Make Myself King
But For The Photo Album Tagged On MySpace
There's No Law For Me, I Believe In Science
In The Middle Of Sebas In My Damn Conscience
Warning, I Never Thought I Was The Best
But The Animal Rapping Never Had A Tamer

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Only Hate & Love As A Mentor
You Minor, This Smells Like Hip Hop
Neither Armani Nor Christian Dior
Like In The 90s' Peak In New York

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