Текст и перевод песни Salvaje Decibel feat. Mc Una Bez - Blablabrotas

Blablabrotas

(Lo siento por ti súper MC. No habrá consuelo.
Lo siento por ti súper MC. ll- ll- lle- llego vuestra hora)

Los que no saben hablan, callan los que saben plasta Bla-Bla
De las armas se jactan rapta
Es la arrogancia, marcha, muestras de autoestima baja
Y sin saber impactan lanzas de dudosa pasta
Ocupo tu propia trampa y entrampo tropas de capos
Y pacos corruptos los escupo en la cara
Invicto estamos de trato y sucio trapo quieren jugar conmigo mami
Los tomo en mi brazo les trazo el camino y los bajo
Los dejo sumidos en su propio llanto
Intacto en tanto mi sombra sigue a mis actos
Quedaran estupefactos
Con tan solo un extracto del funky lumpen creo un impacto
Retardo del azote que te pegaste con mi lazo estupido
Un MC imbecil se te nota por su actitud de duda
Me desafían y miran al suelo con indirecta postura
Dema decir que son incapaces de asumir lo que hacen
Tiran la piedra y esconden la mano me saludan
Se que son disfraces.

El chico arrogante que camina con su mejor pinta
Su peor fobia... tenerle miedo a la pista
Se encamina en aristas perpendiculares
Se encontrara con un cerro de amigos
Que querrán cortarle el cuello y sus vanidades
Sentimientos reales no temporales
Tu puesta en escena aburriría hasta un colegio completo de
Niños especiales
Nos dedicamos a desmanes, a despabilar conciencias
No perderemos el tiempo en estupideces
Entrena y piensa. Que abrir la boca y
Quedar como trapo harapo te tapo
En un frente a frente sobra un vino y escapo
Raperito, amárgate no ma que esto no es ninguna talla
Somos los culpables del bombardeo en tu muralla
Ensaya la paya antes de tirarla a la parrilla
Que esconden la cuchilla nos salvaran de suicidio
Las niñas con bulimia (puaj)
Chilla un chiquillo que pilla mi flow en una cuarta milla
Después de apelar nos dan la mano hare que destiñan

(L- Let me put it in your in let- let- let- Let me put it in your in
Re- re- re represent fo- fo- fo –for real. Fo- fo- fo- fo- for real
Fo- fo- for real fo- real)

A un raper envasado pasar la tele
Se le nota al vuelo que le falta esti marica vida
Quiere ser estreno pero no entreno y un trueno sin freno le mueve
El piso. Es un sueño de un pequeño
Que llego con lo que quiso hizo mijo
El mejor no es el que dice serlo
Es mejor el que lo es con solo escucharlo y verlo
Personificas a un ser perverso verso tras verso
Y en la realidad tu personalidad es lo inverso
Dos pitad arrascad y ronca batería bruta ultimo recurso
De un MC que el show no le brota
Critico si un gil que emite palabrotas
Con desafiante actitud pero sin actitud pa dominar la prosa
Posa tu mejor vestuario con carita mala
Lo que estafa con ráfaga de métrica atlética lo dejare claro
Que la destreza de un MC se mide en la misma cancha
Innecesario estrafalario en cuentos que a varios engancha.

Toda la oscuridad niega la posibilidad de una tregua
En tiempos que se niega el agua difícil de encontrar un alma apacigua
La falta de paz entre seudos raperos que parecen el desfile
De un ropero me muestran como han perdio
Lo original lo real lo sincero
Solo posibilidad pa que tu vanidad se aparte
De mi realidad súbete a mi velocidad
La sustentabilidad de un MC se basa en su habilidad
Pa superar su capacidad de sacar de su corazón la mierda
Con un free-style de verdad no muletiao pa entrar en competencia
Tendencia clásica es que muchos Giles se la echen al tajo
Hablo de pendejos y viejos que no entienden que hacemos
Rap a contra relajo
Mantente lejos creo que estay por debajo de la situación mijo
Pa la otra ponga ma ojo y te quedas atrás como un maldito flojo
Endereza la cabeza deja de una vez de mirar al suelo
Asume la tristeza de llevarte solamente el premio de consuelo
No todo es tan mal recuerda que la practica te hace un buen MC
Hoy día te doy a beca de pecar haber aprendio de mí.

Blablabrotas

(I feel sorry for you, super MC. There will be no consolation.
I feel sorry for you, super MC. Your time has come.)

Those who don't know, talk. Those who know, keep quiet. Bla-Bla.
They boast about their weapons, rapta.
It's arrogance, a march, a display of low self-esteem.
And without knowing, they throw spears of dubious pasta.
I occupy your own trap and trap troops of capos.
And corrupt cops, I spit in their faces.
We're undefeated, baby, and they want to play dirty with me.
I take them in my arms, I trace the path, and I bring them down.
I leave them immersed in their own tears.
Intact, while my shadow follows my actions.
They will be stupefied.
With just an extract of funky lumpen, I create an impact.
Retard from the lashing you got with my stupid lasso.
A stupid MC, you can tell by his doubtful attitude.
They challenge me and look at the ground with an indirect posture.
Needless to say, they are incapable of taking responsibility for their actions.
They throw the stone and hide their hand, they greet me.
I know they are disguises.

The arrogant boy who walks with his best look.
His worst phobia... being afraid of the track.
He walks on perpendicular edges.
He will find a bunch of friends.
Who will want to cut his throat and his vanities.
Real feelings, not temporary ones.
Your staging would bore even a whole school of
Special children.
We dedicate ourselves to excesses, to awakening consciences.
We will not waste time on stupid things.
Train and think. Because opening your mouth and
Looking like a rag, I'll cover you up.
In a face-to-face, a wine is enough and I escape.
Little rapper, don't be bitter, this is not a joke.
We are the culprits of the bombing on your wall.
Rehearse the paya before throwing it on the grill.
That they hide the blade will save us from suicide.
Girls with bulimia (yuck).
A little boy screams who catches my flow in a quarter mile.
After appealing, they shake hands, I'll make them fade.

(L- Let me put it in your in let- let- let- Let me put it in your in
Re- re- re represent fo- fo- fo –for real. Fo- fo- fo- fo- for real
Fo- fo- for real fo- real)

To a packaged rapper, passing the TV.
You can tell by the flight that he lacks this faggot life.
He wants to be a premiere but he doesn't train and a thunder without brakes moves him.
The floor. It's a little boy's dream.
Who came with what he wanted, son.
The best is not the one who says he is.
The best is the one who is just by listening and seeing him.
You personify an evil being, verse after verse.
And in reality your personality is the opposite.
Two hits scratched and hoarse, brute battery, last resort.
Of an MC who doesn't have the show.
I criticize a gil who emits swear words.
With a defiant attitude but without the attitude to master prose.
Pose your best costume with a bad face.
What scams with a burst of athletic metric, I'll make it clear.
That the skill of an MC is measured on the same field.
Unnecessary, bizarre in stories that hook many.

All the darkness denies the possibility of a truce.
In times when water is denied, it is difficult to find a soul that calms.
The lack of peace among pseudo rappers who look like the parade.
Of a wardrobe, they show me how they have lost.
The original, the real, the sincere.
Only possibility for your vanity to depart.
From my reality, get on my speed.
The sustainability of an MC is based on his ability.
To overcome his ability to get the shit out of his heart.
With a real freestyle, not a mule, to enter the competition.
Classic trend is that many Giles throw it to the cut.
I'm talking about brats and old people who don't understand what we do.
Rap against relaxation.
Stay away, I think you're below the situation, son.
For the other, put more eyes and you stay behind like a damn lazy.
Straighten your head, stop looking at the ground once and for all.
Assume the sadness of taking only the consolation prize.
Not everything is so bad, remember that practice makes you a good MC.
Today I give you a scholarship to sin, to have learned from me.