La Calle Me Vio - Santa Fe Klan перевод на английский

La Calle Me Vio

Laa Calle Mee Vio,
Creciendo Con Una Mala Intención, Ser Vago Para Mii Ess Mii Profesion,
Mezclando Los Ritmos Dee Mii Callejón Y Hay Mee Vee En Laa Banqueta Rapeandolo...
Laa Calle Viio,
Crecer A Un Chamaquito Sin Temor,
Muchos Perros Ladraron Pero Ninguno Mordió,
Sin Bajar La Mirada,
Nii Laa Baissa Cabron,
Aqui Seguimos En El Barrio Componiendolo...
A Mii Mee Vio,
Creciendo Con Una Mala Intención, Ser Vago Para Mii Es Mii Profesion,
Mezclando Los Ritmos Dee Mii Callejón, Y Hay Mee Vee En Laa Banqueta Rapeandolo...
Con Una Voz Melódica,
Una Letra Uniica,
Con Una Pipa DHC Mii Flow Al Tuyo Mastica,
Lee Falta Lírica,
Métrica,
Tiran Miérda Típica,
Yoo Ando Viviendo Dee Aquellas Entre Muchas Críticas,
Desde Los Diez,
Adicto A Laa Rapeada,
Volando Sin Alas En El Vuelo Dee Laa Santa,
Mis Neuronas Les Encanta Esto Dee Fumar Y Rapearlas, Señalao Por Tener El Cuerpo Pintado Como La Barda,
Yoo Solito,
Noo Tuve Que Andar Chupando Los Huevos Para Andar Haciendo Mii Ruido, Laa Calle Esta Dee Testigo,
A Mii Mee Sobra El Estiló, Asi Que Metale Brillo,
Por Que Laa Santa Llego Con El Ritmó Dee Guanajuato Bien Prendido,
Noo Mee Canse Ando En Laa Calle Donde Empeze, Noo Parare Hasta Lograr Loo Que Un Dia Soñe,
Noo Rendire Solo Metere Este Ritmó En Tuu Mente Que See Convierte En Droga,
Llamada Laa Santa Fee, Laa, Wey Laa Calle Mee Vio,
Dee Laa Calle Soy,
Dee Aqui Noo Mee Voy,
Que Preocupación, Para El Vecino Por Tanto Olor,
Culpa Del Fumon, Perdi La Razon,
Esto Yaa Noo See,
Sii Es Una Adicción, Noo Lee Voy A Dar Una Explicacion,
Pongase Chido Cabron,
Noo Sierre Laa Puerta Por Favor...
En El Under Gray Viajando, Cantando Laa Viida Que Pasa En Mii Barriooo...
Yoo Soy El Chattoo.
En El Que Nadie Confiaba,
El Que Deciia Mama Que Noo Servia Paa' Nada,
Que Fuma Porquería, Yoo Solo Volaba Para Escribir En Mii Libreta Loo Que Pasa En Laa Santa,
Noo Somos Malos Solo Andamos Bien Tumbados,
Los Nervios Alterados Y Bocinas Retumbando,
Los Vecinos Que See Quejan Por El Olor Que Hay A Diario,
El Avion Que Esta En El Vuelo Sin Importar El Horario,
Tuve Que Subir Muchos Callejones,
Ganandome El Respetó Escribiendo Entre Los Renglones,
Uvo Tropezones Paa' Que Diigo Que Noo,
Pero Siigo Dee Vago Para Mii Ess Mii Profesion,
Entro En Accion Cada Que Escucho El Beat,
Laa Viida Sea Reto Curva Y Yoo Laa Saco En Hits O Un Orruond, Pues En Laa Calle Creci,
Con Pluma Y Libreta Paa' Poder Sobrevivir,
Noo Quiero Fama Nii Nada Dee Esso,
Solo El Calor

The Streets Watched Me Grow

The streets watched me grow,
With bad intentions in my soul, being a vagrant is my chosen role,
Mixing the rhythms of my alleyway, you can find me rapping on the sidewalk all day...
The streets saw,
A young boy growing up without fear,
Many dogs barked but none dared to come near,
Without lowering my gaze,
Nor my head, damn straight,
Here we remain in the barrio, composing our fate...
They saw me,
Growing up with bad intentions, being a vagrant is my profession,
Mixing the rhythms of my alleyway, you can find me rapping on the sidewalk all day...
With a melodic voice,
Unique lyrics, my choice,
With a DHC pipe, my flow chews yours up, no dice,
They lack the lyrics,
The meter and the flow,
They throw typical crap, you know,
I'm living off those, amidst many critics' blow,
Since I was ten,
Addicted to rapping, it's true,
Flying without wings on the Santa Fe crew,
My neurons love to smoke and rap, it's a thrill, marked for having a body painted like the wall,
On my own,
I didn't have to suck up to anyone to make my noise known, the streets are my witness, bold,
I've got style to spare, so add some shine, girl,
Because Santa Fe Klan arrived with the rhythm of Guanajuato, burning bright in the world,
I'm not tired, I'm still on the streets where I began, I won't stop until I achieve what I once planned,
I won't give up, I'll just put this rhythm in your mind, it becomes a drug you can't unwind,
Called Santa Fe, yeah, the streets saw me rise,
From the streets I came,
And here I'll remain,
The neighbor's concern over the smell is plain,
Blame it on the smoker, I've lost my mind's reign,
I don't know anymore,
If it's an addiction, I won't explain, that's for sure,
Chill out, man, don't be uptight,
Don't close the door, please, let in the light...
Traveling in the underground gray, singing about the life that passes in my barrio every day...
I'm the Chato,
The one nobody trusted, you see,
The one Mom said wouldn't amount to anything, that's me,
Smoking that crap, I just flew high to write in my notebook about life in Santa Fe, wild and free,
We're not bad, just laid back and chill,
Nerves on edge, speakers booming, giving you a thrill,
Neighbors complaining about the daily smell, it's true,
The airplane flying high, schedule doesn't matter, we just do,
I had to climb many alleyways, it's a fact,
Earning respect, writing between the lines, that's where it's at,
There were stumbles, I won't deny,
But I continue as a vagrant, that's my profession, under the sky,
I spring into action every time I hear the beat,
Life throws curves, I hit them out of the park, it's a feat, or a home run, because on the streets I grew,
With pen and paper to survive, it's true,
I don't want fame or any of that noise,
Just the warmth of your love, that's my choice.