Текст и перевод песни Santa RM - 3, 2, 1

3, 2, 1

ok es bajo zero hijos de puta eyou pa pa a a aaaa
Del cielo cayo un microfono con mis iniciales
cristian morales es elnombre dela crobata de las vocales
naci.creci para ser un mc mis frases son comparadas
con los golpes de dali, viajo sobre instrumentales
lanzando golpes mortales a kien se atreba a meterse
con la bestia de nogales aki no existen rivales
que den la talla he visto mas de 130 ke al
verme tiran la toalla buscan batalla se desmayan
cuando ven a la resurrecion de calla gallina
sin agallas me ven y callan digo k no si tu
me retas a un combate en mi cru esta
prohibido combatir contra primates
yo ya evolucione tu nose pero lo dudo
vengo del punto g con doble c los dejo mudos
dicen k soy el rapero emo de nogales
los unicos cortes ke me ago son en mis instrumentales
3.2.1.(fuera) kien no krea en mi (que muera) caimos del cielo
para hacer ke el suelo ardiera
Tapo el sol con un dedo si quiero y lo ago porke puedo
dios en el cielo luzbel en el infierno reclamo este suelo
con un microfono en la mano
aki gobierno yojunto a todos mis hermanos
nos decidimos a venir hoy por sus vidas
dile a dios ke te recuerde ke eres inferior
porke athi se te olvida rompo las basculas por
exceso de skill soy el terror de las perritas como
cruela de vil inigualable lo ke yo ago sobre
bases no te voya vender diskos te voya
vender mis frases kieres robarme una rima
adelante yo creo 110 por dia una suena
insignificante, delante del mic mi cru
indestructible delante del mic mi cru
inigualable practico la necrofilia contra mis rivales
aparte me los cojo sobre las instrumentales
3.2.1(fuera) kien no krea en mi(ke muera)
caimos del cielo para aser ke el suelo ardiera

3, 2, 1

Hey, it's below zero motherfuckers you you pa pa a a aaaa
A microphone with my initials fell from the sky
cristian morales is the name of the necktie of vowels
I was born and raised to be an MC, my phrases are compared
with the blows of Dali, I travel on instrumentals
throwing deadly blows at who dares to mess with
the beast of Nogales there are no rivals here
who measure up I've seen more than 130 who
throw in the towel when they see me they're looking for a battle they faint
when they see the resurrection of shut up, chicken
without guts they see me and shut up I say no if you
challenge me to a fight on my cross it is
forbidden to fight against primates
I have already evolved you I don't know but I doubt it
I come from the G-spot with double C I leave them speechless
they say I'm the emo rapper from Nogales
the only cuts I make are on my instrumentals
3.2.1 (out) who doesn't believe in me (let him die) we fell from heaven
to make the ground burn
I cover the sun with a finger if I want and I do it because I can
God in heaven Lucifer in hell I claim this ground
with a microphone in my hand
here I reign with all my brothers
we decided to come today for your lives
tell God to remember that you are inferior
because there you forget yourself I break the scales for
excess of skill I am the terror of bitches like
like Cruella de Vil unmatched what I do about
bases I'm not going to sell you albums I'm going to
sell you my lyrics do you want to steal a rhyme from me
go ahead I create 110 a day one sounds
insignificant, in front of the mic my crew
indestructible in front of the mic my crew
unmatched I practice necrophilia against my rivals
apart I fuck them on the instrumentals
3.2.1 (out) who doesn't believe in me (let him die)
we fell from heaven to make the ground burn