Текст и перевод песни SFDK feat. Piezas & Shabu - Esto o Aquello

Esto o Aquello

Vino con denominación, lo pone la etiqueta al [?]
La copia de la copia, el clon de un clon
El ton sin son, si, así son
King Don Kong, es mi reunión, enciendo la cabeza del blunt
Camino por el ritmo sin ton-ton
Yo no soy de Boa, yo soy una pitón
Ven, dame alcohol, no me pongas sin...
Aun recuerdo el Supercines sin...
Cría cuervos y te quedas sin...
Y sin ojos no verás el fin
Como ven, me enajeno
Procuro que mi culo es nada ajeno
Freno, me paro, respiro, oxigeno
Si ya no sorprendo lo entiendo, es que siempre fui bueno
¿Me equivoco? venga, dime que no
¿Tienes hambre, bro? Cometelo
Si la peña se funde en fluidos y cunde
Confunde, tiro de conocidos y del under
No me alumbres tú, calla
Vivo escondido en mi muralla
Si tiras de Risson y no falla
Pues métele fuego, he's on fire
Buscabas la respuesta
Yo ya te lo he dicho, el sabor está en la mezcla
Vengo del pasado, las maquetas de los noventa
Tiro de Blu-ray, me he pasado al 1080
Volando en línea recta
Voy con el rap de la cuna hasta el nicho
Esto no es un disco, yo lo llamo mi capricho
También el perdón muchas cosas que he dicho
En underground y en el top, we always on it
Dicen que el rap de aqui es pop, we fyah burn'em
Opiniones, opiniones sobran
Hablan y conspiran en las sombras
Y así en grupo en el club, we always on it
A los que quieren stop, we fyah burn'em
Copiones, copiones sobran
Faltan las canciones que te asombran
Cuando empiezas, la malversación es propensa
La superación se tensa, si piensas que compensa
Sopesar la sensación adversa, protesta
Mi gesta, estar en la palestra, son
El all-star y la ballesta, no
Cuesta remontar un escalón
Lo que cuenta es escalar hasta la cresta
Voy de cabeza, bingo
Piezas, un alto rango no ringo
Empieza, grabo y rindo, luego brindo
Y acabo potando el domingo
Arcadas a horcajadas, la cara desencajada
Mi boca evoca a una cascada y brotan carcajadas
Hoy te agarro y te barro el párrafo
Soy bizarro, no párroco
Dos rombos, me corrompo con poco ron
Y rompo el rol del rondo con ro, oh
No te chines ¿va? si subo el volumen no me chilles mas
Súbete, a mi no me crees mi funeral
O vuelve a la urbe como un bumerán
Tira, tira, busca, busca
Lo mejor de la droga es que no me gusta
Sultán del sur, al marido de la Durcal dale Duncan Dhu
Zumban el groove, camino a la tumba, surcando el loop
En marabunda, si el mal abunda
Se desenfunda una tunda en el boombap
En underground y en el top, we always on it
Dicen que el rap de aqui es pop, we fyah burn'em
Opiniones, opiniones sobran
Hablan y conspiran en las sombras
Y así en grupo en el club, we always on it
A los que quieren stop, we fyah burn'em
Copiones, copiones sobran
Faltan las canciones que te asombran

This or That

Wine with denomination, the label puts it at [?]
The copy of the copy, the clone of a clone
The fool without sound, yes, that's how they are
King Don Kong, it's my meeting, I light the head of the blunt
I walk through the rhythm without ton-ton
I'm not from Boa, I'm a python
Come on, give me alcohol, don't put me without...
I still remember the Supercines without...
Raise crows and you'll be left without...
And without eyes you won't see the end
As you see, I alienate myself
I make sure my ass is nothing alien
I brake, I stop, I breathe, I oxygenate
If I don't surprise anymore, I understand, it's because I was always good
Am I wrong? come on, tell me no
Are you hungry, bro? Eat it
If the crowd melts into fluids and spreads
Confuses, I pull from acquaintances and the under
Don't light me up, shut up
I live hidden in my wall
If you pull Risson and it doesn't fail
Well, set it on fire, he's on fire
You were looking for the answer
I already told you, the flavor is in the mix
I come from the past, the demos of the nineties
I pull Blu-ray, I've switched to 1080
Flying in a straight line
I go with rap from the cradle to the niche
This is not a record, I call it my whim
Also the forgiveness of many things I have said
In underground and at the top, we always on it
They say that rap here is pop, we fyah burn'em
Opinions, opinions abound
They talk and conspire in the shadows
And so in a group at the club, we always on it
To those who want to stop, we fyah burn'em
Copycats, copycats abound
Missing are the songs that amaze you
When you start, embezzlement is prone
Overcoming becomes tense, if you think it compensates
Weigh the adverse sensation, protest
My feat, being in the arena, are
The all-star and the crossbow, no
It's hard to climb a step
What counts is climbing to the top
I'm going headfirst, bingo
Pieces, a high rank not ringo
Start, record and surrender, then toast
And I end up throwing up on Sunday
Heaving astride, face dislodged
My mouth evokes a waterfall and laughter springs
Today I grab you and sweep the paragraph
I'm bizarre, not a parish priest
Two diamonds, I get corrupted with little rum
And I break the role of the rondo with ro, oh
Don't you chink? if I turn up the volume don't scream at me anymore
Get on, don't believe my funeral
Or go back to the city like a boomerang
Shoot, shoot, search, search
The best thing about drugs is that I don't like them
Sultan of the south, to the husband of Durcal give Duncan Dhu
Hum the groove, on the way to the grave, furrowing the loop
In marabunta, if evil abounds
A thrashing is unsheathed in the boombap
In underground and at the top, we always on it
They say that rap here is pop, we fyah burn'em
Opinions, opinions abound
They talk and conspire in the shadows
And so in a group at the club, we always on it
To those who want to stop, we fyah burn'em
Copycats, copycats abound
Missing are the songs that amaze you