Текст и перевод песни Salvaje Decibel feat. Mc Unabez - 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 solace.
I feel sorry for you, super MC. Yo- yo- yo- your time has come)

Those who don't know speak, those who know are silent, blah blah
They boast about their weapons, rapta
It's arrogance, a march, signs of low self-esteem
And without knowing, they throw spears of dubious pasta
I occupy your own trap and trap troops of bosses
And corrupt cops, I spit in their faces
We're undefeated, and they want to play dirty with me, mami
I take them in my arms, I trace the path and I bring them down
I leave them sunk in their own tears
Intact while my shadow follows my actions
They will be stupefied
With just one extract of funky lumpen, I create an impact
Retardation from the blow you took with my stupid lasso
An imbecile MC is noticeable by his attitude of doubt
They challenge me and look at the ground with an indirect posture
Needless to say, they are incapable of assuming what they do

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... to be afraid of the track
He walks on perpendicular edges
He will meet a hill 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 are dedicated to chaos, to awakening consciences
We will not waste time on stupidity
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, get bitter, man, this is not a joke
We are the culprits of the bombing on your wall
Rehearse the paya before throwing it on the grill

Those who hide the blade will save us from suicide
The girls with bulimia (ugh)

A little boy screams who catches my flow in a quarter mile
After appealing they shake my hand I will 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)

A packaged rapper to pass the TV
You can tell by the flight that he lacks this little 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
That he arrived with what he wanted, he did, son
The best is not the one who claims to be
It is better the one who is just by listening and seeing him
You personify a perverse being verse after verse
And in reality your personality is the opposite

Two scratches, scratched and hoarse brute battery last resort
Of an MC that the show doesn't sprout
I criticize if a fool who emits swear words
With a defiant attitude but without the attitude to dominate the prose

Pose your best wardrobe with a bad face
What scams with a burst of athletic metrics I will make it clear
That the skill of an MC is measured in the same field
Unnecessary bizarre in stories that hooks several.

All darkness denies the possibility of a truce
In times when water is denied, it is difficult to find a calming soul
The lack of peace between pseudo rappers that look like the parade
Of a wardrobe 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 muletiao to enter the competition
Classic trend is that many Giles throw it at the cut
I'm talking about assholes and old people who don't understand what we do
Rap against relaxation
Stay away I think you are 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.