Текст и перевод песни SFDK - Suckers Mc's 2007

Suckers Mc's 2007

Yoo, putos mc′s, 200 7, A C I Z, dicee, yoo
Yo se por donde van, y tengo un plan
Me crie escuchando MC Rand
Luego me hice famoso como el Niño Güey
Igual que Randy MC con ese World This Way.
Yo fui Jesucristo, tambien el Principe de Egipto
Ahora soy Mel Gibson, traigo el jodido Apocalypto
¿Fumas eucalipto? ¿ O eres adicto al alquitran?
Rapero en mi historia, estas mas pegao que el celofan.
No pequeis de listo, los listos no saben nadar
Acaban falleciendo igual que Alejandria frente al mar
Tengo este barco y te conquisto
Ocupo tu stand, rapero olvida a los que estaban
Nosotoros somos los que estan
En el negocio haciendo pasta independiente
Cagamos diamantes que donamos pa pendientes
Si escriben mal el nombre, escriben Sedefekan
Y se defecan en tus putos pendientes de Beckham
4 letras S F D K
Se te ponen mu valientes con sus compis detras
Solo son la marioneta pa este juego del rap
Nunca te parezca al Dekoh que nos quiere tangaar
[Estribillo x2]
Aserejé ja ¿los hippys?
Los hippys en la casa con las manos en alza
Con bambas y con chandal te hacen propaganda
Olvidate del tripi yo te traigo egotrip
Nada tengo y todo fresco, por serte modesto
Mas me la tocas, mas me crezco.
Hacen planes pa triunfar y no dan una
Conozco esos recobecos del paleto buscando fortuna.
La unica cruz que bendigo es la de la suma
Me acuesto con la luna, el Zatu nunca desayuna.
A los que viven con hambruna los bendigo
Hago como que escribo haciendo como el que fuma
Quiero ser como el que vivo del superlativo
Pues al primer ladrido se me nota esquivo
La frase inoportuna, cuando es mas tarde de la una
En la que puede hacer que sirvas de fermento a los olivos
Somos el Dream Team, lanzo frases con Rin Tin Tin
Perro grande creo que es un mastin
Te mando a San Quintin
En el culo te cabe un botin
Raperos de David Delfin...
Yo fluyo, no levanto pesas en el truyo
Ni tu tampoco capuyo...
El hip hop no es mio, tampoco es tuyo
Pero yo lo construi con ladrillitos y orgullo
[Estribillo x2]
Aserejé ja ¿los hippys?
Los hippys en la casa con las manos en alza
Con bambas y con chandal te hacen propaganda
Olvidate del tripi yo te traigo egotrip
[Scratches]

Suckers MC's 2007

Yo, suckers MC's, 200 7, A C I Z, says, yo
I know where they're going, and I have a plan
I grew up listening to MC Rand
Then I became famous as Niño Güey
Just like Randy MC with that World This Way.
I was Jesus Christ, also the Prince of Egypt
Now I'm Mel Gibson, bringing the damn Apocalypto
Do you smoke eucalyptus? Or are you addicted to tar?
Rapper in my story, you're more stuck than cellophane.
Don't act smart, smart people don't know how to swim
They end up dying just like Alexandria facing the sea
I have this ship and I conquer you
I occupy your stand, rapper forget those who were there
We are the ones who are
In the business making independent dough
We shit diamonds that we donate for earrings
If they write the name wrong, they write Sedefekan
And they defecate on your damn Beckham earrings
4 letters S F D K
They get all brave with their buddies behind them
They're just puppets for this rap game
Never be like Dekoh who wants to scam us
[Chorus x2]
Aserejé ja, the hippies?
The hippies in the house with their hands up
With sneakers and sweatpants, they do your promotion
Forget the trip, I bring you egotrip
I have nothing and everything fresh, to be modest
The more you touch me, the more I grow.
They make plans to succeed and don't achieve a thing
I know those nooks and crannies of the hillbilly seeking fortune.
The only cross I bless is the one of addition
I sleep with the moon, Zatu never eats breakfast.
To those who live with famine I bless
I pretend to write while acting like I smoke
I want to be like the one who lives from the superlative
Because at the first bark I become noticeably elusive
The untimely phrase, when it's past one o'clock
In which it can make you serve as fertilizer for the olive trees
We are the Dream Team, I throw phrases with Rin Tin Tin
Big dog I think it's a mastiff
I send you to San Quentin
A booty fits in your ass
Rappers of David Delfin...
I flow, I don't lift weights in the hole
Neither do you, jerk...
Hip hop is not mine, it's not yours either
But I built it with little bricks and pride
[Chorus x2]
Aserejé ja, the hippies?
The hippies in the house with their hands up
With sneakers and sweatpants, they do your promotion
Forget the trip, I bring you egotrip
[Scratches]