Текст и перевод песни Token'one - Intro (Sin Instrucciones)

Intro (Sin Instrucciones)

No veo las manos que suben, si estan abajo se entumen
Todos al frente que sumen todos formando un cardumen
Todos enciendan y fumen los que este hip hop consumen
De lunes a lubes cuando suben el volumen

Y los golpea, solo caile y washe pa' que vea
Como hasta que el sordo cabecea
Mi city los arrea negro no cavida pa' que crea
Sufrirán de apnea cuando el nogson les rapea

No ven ni conocen na de mi persona
No hay hate que este siempre girando en tu zona
Usted cree que aunque maldigas la lluvia o el sample men nunca para de llover

Skilles, killer del mic y dealers
Tu diles, que siempre hay rap los fines
Misiles bombas pa' que vigilen
Y miles de formas para ganar miles... esto

R a p representamos el
R a p subiendo manos
R a p subale a está shit haremos que reviente god damn! Esto es...

Negro tu fuma y olvida eso me lo dijo el kobe
No pienso cerrar partida mientras no me de game over
Pero es la misma movida siempre es amor al Hobbie
Pero hay que hacer money money make money money money

Si un Tenemos plan consiste el explotar
Como bomba nuclear como bomba ilegal
Como legacy se trata de inmortalizar el mic
Que no? Pon el mic en on hey whats up?

Una vez que lo comienzo no me siguen el paso
Si ya tienes puesto el lienzo lanzale el primer trazo
Mucha veces la cocecha tiene frutos escasos
Pero la siembra esta hecha tras caidas y vergazos

Pero estamos, aportando al moviendo
Cantado o acudiendo a cualquier evento sin pedo alguno
Solo el tiempo sabra mi tiempo por mientras you know
Todo el dia tarde y noche cena almuerzo y desayuno como

Intro (No Instructions)

I don't see the hands that go up, if they're down they'll go numb
Everyone in front, add it all up, forming a school of fish
Everyone light up and smoke, those who consume this hip hop
From Monday to Sunday, when you turn up the volume

And it hits them, just fall down and wash it off, so you can see
How until the deaf one nods his head
My city drives them crazy, black man, there's no room for you to believe
They'll suffer from apnea when the nogson raps to them

They don't see or know anything about me
There's no hate that's always spinning in your zone
You think that even if you curse the rain or the sample, man, it never stops raining

Skills, mic killer and dealers
Tell them, there's always rap on weekends
Missiles, bombs, so they can watch
And thousands of ways to earn thousands... this

R a p we represent the
R a p raising hands
R a p turn it up, this shit, we'll make it blow up, god damn! This is...

Black man, you smoke and forget, Kobe told me that
I'm not going to quit the game, until I get game over
But it's the same move, it's always love for the hobby
But you gotta make money money make money money money

If we have a plan, it's to explode
Like a nuclear bomb, like an illegal bomb
Like a legacy, it's about immortalizing the mic
What, put the mic on, hey, what's up?

Once I start, they can't keep up with me
If you already have the canvas set up, throw the first stroke on it
Many times the harvest has sparse fruits
But the sowing is done after falls and beatings

But we are contributing to the movement
Singing or attending any event without any trouble
Only time will tell my time, meanwhile you know
All day long, night and day, dinner, lunch and breakfast like