Текст и перевод песни Salvaje Decibel - Solo Somos 1

Solo Somos 1

Mira
Esto es RAP k ta vio de too
Yaa
Escucha

Mas que un rapero un ser humano
Mas que un artista un arty pista
Iniciando su vuelo por lo urbano
Vano no narro quero que entienda
La vida en el barrio ma me echo un tarro con piedras
Que ejemplo aver la realidad capta con socorrerla
Te conviene mala conformidad
Ante que verla por espesta lao.

No te gusta el Rap politico
Porque conchetumare me teni en tu conpilao
No me confunda con estifijo rap que abunda
Que pase en la tienda
No es capas de nombrar asu madre de puta
Aqui es primavera otoño adios odioso al demonio
En mi fraternidad ya no existe punto medio niño.

Te gusta alumbrarte el piño
Si en la calle solo te pillo te aseguro que no te are cariño
Tengo el sentido sexto veo gente muerta
Toy desarrollando setpimo pa ser que esta se despierta
Haha(ey soy el segundo abordo soy soy).

Muy Bien soy el segundo abordo de porno
Rompiendo el borde no me gusta la fronte escucha nuestro acorde
Te exita esto pues tiene bastante sexo
Funking melodia el pretesto para la revelion del texto
La diferencia pequeña entre sos y suciedad
Mientra adelante preguntar por la capacidad de madurar.

Soy el sexig que no dice y contradice la figura del rap
Permaliante con cadena con perro y fisico con bize
Bize lo que quise y no lo que todo quisieron
En mi volsiyo no tengo dinero y en mi mochila
Unas cuantasa bombas casera

Soy el que deve veideleca del barrio la vida
Tierra con la bolsa marga estenza convertida en rima
Te anima que bomba sobra imagina
Complot de rap en marque venza luta mi guerrilla.

Un Dj cuatro Mc solamente uno somo
Y dice como prendiendo viniyo y microfono
Y dice como son preso de plomo y paztante en tono
El mas que el rap de la capacidad de dominar todo.

La calle los yaes la noche oscura yena de alcohol
Argumentaron mi color pos un dia mortor harcord
Asumir que la diferencia entre un coete y musa son muchas
Por quedarme con sudor y dolor me fue desconose ala ducha
Paletiarme de esta sucedia prendi fuego asta la sociedad
Mi forma insana de vida como incognita previza
Me avisaba que mi vida cambiaba y se transformaba en
Diario de batalla.

Mi llema yena de llama
Yevama la super raper quien yegaba
Trataba de soportar sin sabores de mi propio egoismo
Lo mas fui insolito de saber como se agoaban en su propio bomito
De subito a otro y viudo reporto repito explotando en su morvo
Avante de gigantes que van sorvo de su propio corbo
O dios querian yevarselo creyendo que era el tercero
Acabaron enterraron una mezcla falsedad muerte y odio
Asi reputna entre bien y mal se definen por penal
Mientras me salto los caminos con buen vino y friend mortal.

Desde el lado norteño
Me fumo uno weno destino rumbo al cielo
Produciones desde el sulo 6 o solo es un ansuelo
Querellante duelo letra mortales como un arma de fuego
Suelo tomarme esto encerio
Pues ya dejo de ser un juego luego

Grabamos algo nuevo pa to los cabros que tan en la plaza
Naci conchetumare jalaria el gatillo pa solo volarte la raja
Anday con miedo la calle por eso que siempre anday empatota
Y esa milica rika aunque cuica igual la dejamos empelota
Sube sibaropa asiendo chocar la copa
Hoy en dia cualquier rapero solo es wa de tener la ropa
Pero una cuadra se nota
Que tu capacidad es poca enfoca
Espeso sentido que escribira tu derrota.

Toma nota
Hoy aprendera ablar de lo que realmente soy capas
Directo al blanco como confidencial
Sobre la instrumental elemental detrasletal(detrasletal)
Espeso sentido rap asta final(final.)

AHa.
Eso es lo que somos uno solo(na ma)
Aha Mira

Un Dj cuatro Mc solamente uno somo
Y dice como prendiendo viniyo y microfono
Y dice como son preso de plomo y paztante en tono
El mas que el rap de la capacidad de dominar todo.

Se sin lidires mi jefe alguno
Pase lo que pase
Con mi washo todos somos uno asemos uno
Somos hip hop de pases(pases.)

We Are Just One

Look
This is RAP that has seen it all
Yeah
Listen

More than a rapper, a human being
More than an artist, an arty track
Starting his flight through the urban
I'm not narrating in vain, I want you to understand
Life in the neighborhood threw a pot of stones at me
What an example, see, reality captures with helping her
Bad conformity suits you
Rather than seeing her on this side.

You don't like political Rap
Because damn it, you have me in your compilation
Don't confuse me with stiff rap that abounds
That passes in the store
Not able to name your mother a bitch
Here it's spring, autumn, goodbye hateful to the devil
In my fraternity there is no middle ground anymore, kid.

You like to light your joint
If I catch you alone on the street, I assure you I won't be affectionate
I have a sixth sense, I see dead people
I'm developing a seventh to see if this one wakes up
Haha (hey, I'm the second on board, I am).

Very well, I'm the second on board of porn
Breaking the edge, I don't like the front, listen to our chord
This excites you, well it has a lot of sex
Funky melody, the pretext for the text rebellion
The small difference between sos and dirt
While going forward, ask about the ability to mature.

I'm the sexy one who doesn't say and contradicts the figure of rap
Criminal with a chain, with a dog and a physique with bling
Bling what I wanted and not what everyone wanted
In my pocket I have no money and in my backpack
A few homemade bombs

I'm the one who owes the neighborhood life's video library
Land with a meager bag, stanza turned into rhyme
It encourages you that there are plenty of bombs, imagine
Rap conspiracy in checkmate wins fight my guerrilla.

One DJ, four MCs, only one we are
And it says like turning on vinyl and microphone
And it says how they are prisoners of lead and enough in tone
The more than rap of the ability to dominate everything.

The street, the alleys, the dark night full of alcohol
They argued my color for a hardcore death day
Assuming that the difference between a rocket and a muse is many
For staying with sweat and pain, the shower was unknown to me
Pallet myself from this, I set fire to even society
My insane way of life as an unknown preview
It warned me that my life was changing and transforming into
Battle diary.

My flame full of flame
Called the super rapper who arrived
I tried to endure the flavors of my own selfishness
The most unusual thing was knowing how they drowned in their own vomit
Suddenly to another and widower I report I repeat exploding in their morbo
Giants ahead who gobble up their own crow
Oh God, they wanted to take him believing he was the third
They ended up burying a mixture of falsehood, death and hatred
So slutty between good and evil are defined by penalty
While I jump over the roads with good wine and a mortal friend.

From the northern side
I smoke a good one, destiny heading for heaven
Productions from the 6th floor or it's just a hook
Querulant duel, deadly lyrics like a firearm
I usually take this seriously
Well, it's no longer a game, then

We recorded something new for all the kids who are in the square
I was born motherfucker I would pull the trigger just to blow your ass off
You walk with fear on the street that's why you always walk bundled up
And that rich little cop, even though she's posh, we still leave her naked
Go up sibaropa making the cup collide
Nowadays any rapper is just wa to have the clothes
But a block away it shows
That your capacity is small, focus
Thick sense that will write your defeat.

Take note
Today you will learn to speak of what I am really capable of
Direct to the target as confidential
Over the elementary instrumental, lethal behind (lethal behind)
Thick sense rap to the end (end.)

Aha.
That's what we are, just one (na ma)
Aha Look

One DJ, four MCs, only one we are
And it says like turning on vinyl and microphone
And it says how they are prisoners of lead and enough in tone
The more than rap of the ability to dominate everything.

Be without leaders, my boss, some
Whatever happens
With my homies, we are all one, we make one
We are hip hop of passes (passes.)