Текст и перевод песни Smoky - No Estaba Muerto (Con Mis Bro's)

No Estaba Muerto (Con Mis Bro's)

mi rap es libre
cuaderno sin margenes
historia de una calle vacia sin luz sin angeles
imagenes que alusine lejos de la lusides
yo lo hice de MC
asi pusi te fascine
sin mercedez benz con marihuana pal estres
felices infelices si hay yerva hasta fin de mes
somos mas de lo que se cree mas de lo que se ve
mas de en lo que 2 vidas de raper va a llegar a ser
esos que hablaban mal ahora me tratan de usted
me dan de tomar y jamas logran calmar mi sed
S A N E sane y andres
de vuelta otra vez le vee y no lo cree
pusieron el mundo alreves
aora te saludan con el pie
no va a poder con esto aunke en tu grupo sean 10
brother tu no tienes flow ni en español ni en ingles
asume eso de una buena vez
deja de vende el pez
no estaba muerto estaba con tu hermana
vo soy santo (ponte la sotana)
enrrollan marihuana 7 dia a la semana
hermanitos macana y vo
no estaba muerto estaba con tu hermana
vo soy santo (ponte la sotana)
ciudad esta en llamas
cierra puerta y ventanas
hermanitos macana y vo
juega sonrie ahora y llora despues
arriesgalo todo solo se vive una vez
(tu que dices) la verda o ya ni tu mismo te crees
no le mienta al microfono mientele al juez
(ya) son en casset no vieron internet
vengo de vuelta ya pase deje mi huella en tu pared
(asi es) vieja sapa llama al 133
denunciame acusame con BACHELLET!
llevamo las neuronas inpregnaa en THC
como sea siempre hay alcohol despues de las 3
nunka fue el problema nunka sasie mi sed
resulto ser mas feroz de lo que pense
(pendejo) vo no le hay ganao ni al acné
yo siempre estuve ai no perdi ni gane
aveces pifia aplauso
obacion o rechazo
si hay fama ya se sabra por donde me la paso.
no estaba muerto estaba con tu hermana
vo soy santo (ponte la sotana)
enrrollan marihuana 7 dia a la semana
hermanitos macana y vo
no estaba muerto estaba con tu hermana
vo soy santo (ponte la sotana)
ciudad esta en llamas
cierra puerta y ventanas
hermanitos macan y vo .

I Wasn't Dead (With My Bros)

My rap is free,
a notebook without margins.
The story of an empty street, without light, without angels.
Images I hallucinated, far from lucidity.
I made it as an MC,
that's how I fascinate you.
Without a Mercedes Benz, with marijuana for stress.
Happy, unhappy, as long as there's weed until the end of the month.
We are more than what is believed, more than what is seen,
more than what 2 rapper lives will ever become.
Those who spoke ill now address me as "Sir",
they offer me drinks and never manage to quench my thirst.
S A N E, sane and Andres,
back again, you see him and don't believe it.
They turned the world upside down,
now they greet you with their feet.
You won't be able to handle this, even if there are 10 in your group.
Brother, you have no flow, neither in Spanish nor in English.
Accept that once and for all,
stop selling the fish.
I wasn't dead, I was with your sister,
I'm a saint (put on the cassock).
They roll marijuana 7 days a week,
little brothers, Macana and I.
I wasn't dead, I was with your sister,
I'm a saint (put on the cassock).
The city is in flames,
close doors and windows.
Little brothers, Macana and I.
Play, smile now, and cry later.
Risk it all, you only live once.
(What do you say) the truth, or don't you even believe yourself anymore?
Don't lie to the microphone, lie to the judge.
(Yeah) They are on cassette, they haven't seen the internet.
I'm back, I already passed, I left my mark on your wall.
(That's right) Old hag, call 133,
report me, accuse me to BACHELET!
We carry neurons impregnated with THC,
anyway, there's always alcohol after 3.
It was never the problem, it never quenched my thirst.
It turned out to be more ferocious than I thought.
(Dumbass) You haven't even beaten acne,
I was always there, I didn't lose or win.
Sometimes a blunder, applause,
ovation or rejection,
if there's fame, it will be known where I spend my time.
I wasn't dead, I was with your sister,
I'm a saint (put on the cassock).
They roll marijuana 7 days a week,
little brothers, Macana and I.
I wasn't dead, I was with your sister,
I'm a saint (put on the cassock).
The city is in flames,
close doors and windows.
Little brothers, Macana and I.