Текст и перевод песни TREN LOKOTE - El Hambiente Huele a Mota

El Hambiente Huele a Mota

Lalalala lalala lalala lalala lalala.
Las penas y el estres se las lleva el humo.
Si apesta a zorrillo es la canabis que consumo.
Bajada del monte verde y pegajosa,
Pone bien lokote aqui se fuma venenosa.
Sin semilla y ramas me forjo un blong de martinis
Aqui la yerba esta mas buena que una nena sin bikini.
En el vecindario fumamos diario desde muy temprano huele a mota todo
El barrio, antes de que cante el gallo ya lo estoy quemando,
Toke tras toke hasta sentir que voy volando,
Entre las nuves mas mas pa arriba y no
Aterriso, solo yo solo con grifa me tranquilizo.
Y auque sea ilegal me vale madres leva y chota
Andamos bien jay las calles las calles huelen a mota.
Vengo con mi flota humo de mota respirando...
Despegando si se acaba el otro voy forjando,
Pa seguir fumando hasta sentir q estoy volando.
Vengo con mi flota humo de mota respirando...
Despegando, si se acaba el otro voy forjando,
Pa seguir fumando hasta sentir q estoy volando.
Mis vecino dicen huele a petate quemado,
Me miran mal saben que ando bien elevado,
Quemando en blong en pipa o en papel arroz se
Le da fuego y se consume ala pega risa y tos.
El humo del canabis entra en el sistema
Llena los pulmones y adormese la tatema.
Yerba pa el cerebro pa mis compis mis jayt las calle estan oscuras y
Huelen a marihuana,
Todavia recuerdo que los 13 un dia la
Calle, un compa me dijo ten homito dale fayer.
Desde morro com mi porro, perro callejero loco desde cachorro.
El humo de la mota pone chido, la yerba que consumo pone juido.
Como tatuague marihuano de por vida
Los ojos rojos y la mirada perdida.
Vengo con mi flota humo de mota respirando...
Despegando si se acaba el otro voy forjando
Pa seguir fumando hasta sentir q estoy volando.
Vengo con mi flota humo de mota respirando...
Despegando si se acaba el otro voy forjando pa
Seguir fumando hasta sentir q estoy volando jaja.
Arsenal pro, sismo recors peique bran,
Fundeicion, guanatos la capital de rap.
Ja .
Es el pinche tren lokote.
Fin...

The Environment Smells of Weed

Lalalala lalala lalala lalala lalala.
Sorrows and stress are carried away by the smoke.
If it smells like a skunk, it's the cannabis that I'm consuming.
Descended from the green and sticky mountain,
It gets you high here, here you smoke poisonous.
Seedless and branchless, I forge a blong of martinis
Here the grass is better than a babe without a bikini.
In the neighborhood we smoke daily from very early, everything smells like weed
The neighborhood, before the rooster crows, I'm already burning it,
Hit after hit until I feel like I'm flying.
Among the clouds, higher and higher, and I
Don't land, only me, alone with weed, I calm down.
And although it's illegal, I don't care about cops and soldiers
We go well, hey, the streets, the streets smell like weed.
I come with my fleet, breathing weed smoke...
Taking off, if one runs out, I'll forge another,
To keep on smoking until I feel like I'm flying.
I come with my fleet, breathing weed smoke...
Taking off, if one runs out, I'll forge another,
To keep on smoking until I feel like I'm flying.
My neighbors say it smells like burnt straw,
They look at me badly, they know I'm high,
Burning in a blong, in a pipe, or in rice paper,
You set it alight and it consumes itself, makes you laugh and cough.
The smoke of cannabis enters your system
Fills your lungs and puts your brain to sleep.
Weed for the brain, for my buddies, my hey, the streets are dark and
Smell like marijuana.
I still remember when I was thirteen, one day in
The street, a buddy told me, here you go, little man, take a hit.
Ever since I was a kid, with my joint, a wild dog, crazy since I was a puppy.
The smoke of weed gets you high, the weed I consume gets you high.
Like a tattoo, I'm a lifelong marijuana user,
Red eyes and a lost gaze.
I come with my fleet, breathing weed smoke...
Taking off, if one runs out, I'll forge another,
To keep on smoking until I feel like I'm flying.
I come with my fleet, breathing weed smoke...
Taking off, if one runs out, I'll forge another,
To keep on smoking until I feel like I'm flying, haha.
Arsenal pro, earthquake recor record pick bran,
Smelter, Guanajuato, the rap capital.
Ha.
It's the freaking Tren Lokote.
The end...