Текст и перевод песни Salvaje Decibel - Blah Blah Brotas

Blah Blah Brotas

(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.

Blah Blah Bros

(I'm sorry for you, super MC. There will be no solace.
I'm sorry for you, super MC. Yo- yo- your time has come)

Those who don't know, talk; those who know, stay silent. Blah-blah
They boast about weapons, rapta
It's arrogance, a march, a display of low self-esteem
And without knowing, they hurl spears of dubious material
I occupy your own trap and ensnare troops of bosses
And corrupt cops, I spit in their faces
We're undefeated, honey, and they want to play dirty with me
I take them in my arms, I draw their path, and I bring them down
I leave them immersed in their own tears
Meanwhile, I remain untouched, my shadow follows my actions
They will be stupefied
With just an extract of funky lumpen, I create an impact
Delayed from the whipping you got with my stupid lasso
An imbecile MC, it shows in your hesitant attitude
They challenge me and look at the ground with an indirect posture
Needless to say, they are incapable of owning up to 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 outfit
His worst phobia is to be afraid of the track
He walks on perpendicular edges
He will find himself with a hill of friends
Who will want to cut his throat and his vanities
Real feelings, not temporary ones
Your performance would bore even a whole school of
Special children
We dedicate ourselves 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
In a face-to-face, a wine is enough and I escape
Little rapper, don't worry, this is not a joke
We are the culprits of the bombardment on your wall
Rehearse the paya before throwing it on the grill
Those who hide the blade will save us from suicide
Girls with bulimia (ugh)
A kid who catches my flow in a quarter mile squeals
After appealing, they shake our 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 on TV
You can tell at a glance that he lacks real life, this fag
He wants to be a premiere but he doesn't train and an unbridled thunder moves him
The floor. It's a little boy's dream
Who came with what he wanted, he did, son
The best is not the one who says he is
The best is the one who is just by listening to and seeing him
You personify an evil being verse after verse
And in reality your personality is the opposite
Two puffs, scratches, and raw, brutal battery, last resort
Of an MC who's show doesn't come out
I criticize if a fool who emits swear words
With a defiant attitude but without the attitude to dominate the prose
Pose your best outfit with a bad face
What scams with a burst of athletic metrics I will make clear
That the skill of an MC is measured on the same court
Unnecessary, outlandish 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 that look like a fashion show
From 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 their ability
To overcome their capacity to get the shit out of their heart
With a real freestyle, not a mule to enter a competition
Classic tendency is that many fools take it to the extreme
I'm talking about jerks and old people who don't understand what we do
Rap against relaxation
Stay away, I think you're below the situation, son
Next time, pay more attention and you'll stay behind like a damn slacker
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.