Текст и перевод песни Shotta - Yo Voy en Chanclas

Yo Voy en Chanclas

Escucha mi mierda rap,
Big music, díselo a tu prima ya,
Sonando gordo en tu barrio mi bombo clap,
Dale, dale.

Súbete en la nave sin pensar en que pasará
Esto es música sin complejos si viniste a flipar,
Tengo la mente desbocá la gente dicen Shotta va
Y los perros me siguen como a Cesar Míllán.
Yo estoy flotando en esa nube,
El niño del rap, sube,
Me gaste el dinero en caipirinhas y mojitos, estuve,
Buscando frases mórbidas de pócima en pócima
Vas a acabar peor que Leonidas en las termópilas. Sentirse libre cada finde sin drogaros, sin
Conducir borracho por la calle como Ortega Cano,
Pilla el plano,
Ya es hora,
Raperos que controlan,
No son desechos de gimnasio como Rafa Mora
Que de de descaro, Griffi va sobrao,
Este el bombo más hinchao del mercao.
Están bailando los payos gitanos frikis en la plaza
Me llevo bien con to'os, con mi cerveza me basta.
Yo me he cria'o con esto hermano en serio tengo ese flow
Das EFX, EPMD, Wu - Tang Clan, Snoop Dogg,
El Shotta sigue vivo díselo a las grecas,
Real motherfucker solo por placer peca
Y suena. Y suena boom!

Escucha mi mierda rap,
Big music, díselo a tu prima ya,
Sonando gordo en tu barrio mi bombo clap,
Dale, dale.

Escucha mi mierda rap,
Big music, díselo a tu prima ya,
Sonando gordo en tu barrio mi bombo clap,
Dale, dale.

Hermano quémalo quémalo, enciéndelo,
Esto es un petardo,
Aunque me caiga en la tarima
Como el rey don Juan Carlos.
Yo voy en chanclas, sin armas,
No llevo pistola home
Yo no tengo de eso, no,
¿Sabes lo que tengo? Tengo flow (tengo flow)
Mujeres biónicas
Se tocan bailando en la pista en chanclas ultrasónicas.
Sacudo las estrellas, me subo y saludo a la luna,
Me escudo en la dentellada del lobo que aúlla.
Estoy en chancla en invierno,
De la cocina al cuaderno,
Matando el tiempo,
Horas, minutos, segundos muertos.
Quiero que sepas que yo he visto miseria,
Y que la imagen y la ropa no bombean mis arterias.
Suena blam blam, mi micro pistola dispara marihuana
Y plantas,
La yerba, la acelga, la selva sana en tu garganta
Indika, sativa, altiva, disciplina implanta
Me siguen como a Cesar Millán así está el plan ya.
Puro placer y ya está, si viene money vendrá, n
O es la misión al crear, jamás.
Pon ese volumen al máximo en todo el bloque,
No escuches esto en el Youtube
Es pa ponerlo en el coche.
Yo voy en chanclas.

Escucha mi mierda rap,
Big music, díselo a tu prima ya,
Sonando gordo en tu barrio mi bombo clap,
Dale, dale.

Escucha mi mierda rap,
Big music, díselo a tu prima ya,
Sonando gordo en tu barrio mi bombo clap,
Dale, dale.

I'm Rocking Flip-Flops

Listen to my dope rap,
Big music, tell your cousin already,
My booming bass drum is blasting in your hood,
Come on, come on.

Get on board without thinking about what's gonna happen
This is music without complexes if you came to freak out,
My mind is wild, people say Shotta's on a roll
And dogs follow me like Cesar Millan.
I'm floating on that cloud,
The rap kid, rise up,
I spent my money on caipirinhas and mojitos, I was
Searching for morbid phrases from potion to potion
You're gonna end up worse than Leonidas at Thermopylae. Feeling free every weekend without drugs, without
Driving drunk down the street like Ortega Cano,
Get the plan,
It's time,
Rappers who are in control,
They're not gym rejects like Rafa Mora
Shamelessly, Griffi's got it going on,
This is the most inflated bass drum on the market.
Gypsies, freaks, and everyone else are dancing in the plaza
I get along with everyone, my beer is enough for me.
I grew up with this, bro, seriously I have that flow
Das EFX, EPMD, Wu - Tang Clan, Snoop Dogg,
Shotta's still alive, tell it to the gossips,
Real motherfucker only sins for pleasure
And it sounds. And it sounds boom!

Listen to my dope rap,
Big music, tell your cousin already,
My booming bass drum is blasting in your hood,
Come on, come on.

Listen to my dope rap,
Big music, tell your cousin already,
My booming bass drum is blasting in your hood,
Come on, come on.

Bro, burn it, burn it, light it up,
This is a firecracker,
Even if I fall on the stage
Like King Juan Carlos.
I'm rocking flip-flops, no weapons,
I don't carry a gun, homegirl
I don't have any of that, no,
You know what I got? I got flow (I got flow)
Bionic women
They touch themselves dancing on the floor in ultrasonic flip-flops.
I shake the stars, climb up and greet the moon,
I shield myself with the bite of the howling wolf.
I'm in flip-flops in winter,
From the kitchen to the notebook,
Killing time,
Hours, minutes, dead seconds.
I want you to know that I have seen misery,
And that image and clothes don't pump my arteries.
Sounds blam blam, my micro pistol shoots marijuana
And plants,
The herb, the chard, the healthy jungle in your throat
Indica, sativa, haughty, discipline implants
They follow me like Cesar Millan, that's the plan already.
Pure pleasure and that's it, if money comes it will come, it's n
Ot the mission when creating, never.
Turn that volume up to the max throughout the block,
Don't listen to this on Youtube
It's to put it in the car.
I'm rocking flip-flops.

Listen to my dope rap,
Big music, tell your cousin already,
My booming bass drum is blasting in your hood,
Come on, come on.

Listen to my dope rap,
Big music, tell your cousin already,
My booming bass drum is blasting in your hood,
Come on, come on.