Текст и перевод песни TREN LOKOTE - Listos Para la Campal

Listos Para la Campal

Hahah
Para toda la banda de la esquina
Es ñengo el quetzal
Con el tren lokote
Motor alterado bien neutralizado
Quiero hacer el triple
Delo que ya e realizado
Si somos cagapalos no hay pedo le topamos te ajero a media cuadra y
En la esquina te tumbamos dices ser malvado y no esta
Comprobado cuentan en el barrio varios tiros cagado jale irreales

Tu y los tiros y yano sales
Mis soldados leales
Mis letras son reales
Como catarino me gustan los arenales para agarrarme
A balazos con los municipales
Para brindar con el tren que me traigan
Dos cubetas
Hoy voy a celebrar
A salud de aquellos puñetas
Me alimenta su envidia solo hace que me ria quedan como pendejos
La calle todavia es mia

El mismo pelon que de morro le topaba
En la guerra si me muero
No hay pedo me tocaba

Sal y atorale al quetzal las 24/7
Listos para la campal

Creen que pararan al tren quieren saber de calle pues mi barrio tupe

Pisa cucarachas como de cigarros bachas pisa pisa

Pisa cucarachas y de disparos te agachas

Coco rapado el panto aguado
El ojo colorado enamis gorra cuando
Miran la ranfla de lado
Alcoholizado por si la de ulies
Ando armao
Dicen que estoy lokote
Nel namas ando
Drogado en todo el estado
Nos conocen por faltosos
En las calles siempre hay guerras
No son aptas pa mocosos

No puedes loco la bala va pa el coco
Si en tu barrio no hay fianza pues.
Aqui en el mio tampoco chale reales cuales
Yo no tengo amigos loko a qui puros karnales
Gallos bien jugados
Quieren pleito que le calen
En el barrio hai tanto loco
Que no se de donde sale
(De la calle)
Con hierva y mucho alcohol
Dando el rol con el quetzal
Y todos los que nos conocen
Saben que esto es real
Morimos en la raya nos
Valio limon con sal
Nasimos pa morir estamos
Listos para la campaal

Sal y atorale al quetzal las 24/7
Estamos listos para la campal
Creen que pararan quieren saber pues ami barrio tupe
Pisa cucarachas como de cigarros bachas pisa pisa
Pisa cucarachas si te disparo.te agachas pisa pisa

Ready For The Brawl

Hahah
For the whole gang on the corner
It's Ñengo, the Quetzal
With the Crazy Train
Modified engine, well neutralized
I wanna do triple
Of what I've already done
If we're hotheads, no problem, we'll face you, pierce you halfway down the block, and
We'll knock you down on the corner. You say you're bad, but it's not
Proven. They tell stories in the hood, several shots fired, unreal pulls, you and

The shots, and you don't come out anymore
My soldiers are loyal
My lyrics are real
Like Catarino, I like the sandbanks, to grab
Guns with the cops
To toast with the train, bring me
Two buckets
Today I will celebrate
To the health of those assholes
Their envy feeds me, it only makes me laugh, they're left like idiots
The streets are still mine

The same bald guy who faced them for fun
If I die in the war
No problem, it was my turn

Come out and give it to Quetzal 24/7
Ready for the brawl

They think they'll stop the train, they wanna know about the streets? Well, my hood, dude

Steps on cockroaches like cigarette butts, step step

Steps on cockroaches and you duck from gunshots

Shaved coconut, watery bread
Bloodshot eyes, enemies [wear their] caps sideways when
They look at the flag from the side
Alcoholized, just in case Ulysses'
I'm armed
They say I'm crazy
Nah, I'm just
High on drugs in the whole state
They know us as troublemakers
There are always wars in the streets
They're not suitable for kids

You can't, crazy, the bullet goes to your head
If there's no bail in your hood, well...
Here in mine either, dude, real ones, which ones?
I don't have friends, crazy, here are just my brothers
Roosters, well played
They want a fight, let them get it
There are so many crazy people in the hood
That I don't know where they come from
(From the streets)
With weed and lots of alcohol
Rolling with Quetzal
And everyone who knows us
Knows this is real
We die on the line, it doesn't
Matter, lemon with salt
We were born to die, we are
Ready for the brawl

Come out and give it to Quetzal 24/7
We are ready for the brawl
They think they'll stop [us], they wanna know? Well, my hood, dude
Steps on cockroaches like cigarette butts, step step
Steps on cockroaches, if I shoot you, you duck, step step