Текст и перевод песни Zof Ziro feat. Error999 - Sinónimo de Ofender

Sinónimo de Ofender

Lo que escribo es sinoimo de ofender
Mientras me fumo un doblador como bender
En mis cuerdas vocales aunque vengan torrensiales
Lapos mis trapos se entender
Pocas bocas conozco que no esten locas y no me sorprende
En este hueco bucan todos la huaca
Para algunos aun es epoca feudal
Por ser de aca solo nos toca dedudas flaca
Las senzacion que me produce no se traduce
Seduce si de dice el barrio apaga luces yo estoy prendo
La vida diciendo quizas y yo cuando carajo
Mas de por diablo que por viejo
El traidos cago la historia el pajaro el monumento
Morir de momento por vivir el momento
Mi musica penetro y no lubrica
Esta republica de todo menos publica
Solo se predica yo tomando la era tragica
No, no me sobes no soy lampara magica
Por la ciudad de lujo voy sin mar maja
Aun a si con la lengua pinto la maja y se moja

Yo puedo pensar en un jacuzzi con cervezas
Mujeres presas en saber como se empieza
Pensar en rap es hablar y bostezar
Sin animo de ofender prefiero producir en casa
Lanza llama mordaza y te callas
Rompes tus triunfos te esperan fallas
No se si no hallas te espera un asesino
Viene con traje de luz pero esta vacio
Hardcore blues tom y jerry se le acruz
Rompe la diferencia en tu fantacia de tom cruise
Basta ya de tu complejo de wana
Wana bis suena tu rap ni por alto que te trepes
O es que no entenderas vivir de likes
Por mi parte es el good bye aun te veo en mis juguetes
Sin interes de titeres mi unico interes ver a los 3
Sonandonos en casetes
Soquetes no pueden rapear sin parar aretes
Suenen peor que panderetas de Diciembre
Suenan peor que panderetas de Diciembre
En el infierno los tendre que ver arder

Synonym for Offend

What I write is synonymous with offending
While I smoke a joint like Bender
In my vocal cords, even when torrents come
I let my shit be understood
I know few mouths that aren't crazy, and it doesn't surprise me
In this hole, everyone is looking for the treasure
For some, it's still the feudal era
Just because we're from here, we only get deductions, girl
The sensation it produces in me can't be translated
It seduces you if the neighborhood says turn out the lights, I'm turning them on
Life says maybe, and I say when the fuck
More because I'm a devil than because I'm old
The betrayal fucked up the story, the bird, the monument
Die for a moment to live in the moment
My music penetrates and doesn't lubricate
This republic is anything but public
Only sermons are preached, while I take a tragic era
No, don't rub me, I'm not a magic lamp
I go through the luxurious city without a boat, girl
Even so, with my tongue, I paint the lady and she gets wet

I can think of a Jacuzzi with beers
Women imprisoned in knowing how it starts
Thinking about rap is talking and yawning
With no intention of offending, I prefer to produce at home
Throw flames, muzzle, and shut up
You break your triumphs, failures await you
I don't know if you didn't find it, a killer awaits you
He comes in a suit of light but is empty
Hardcore blues, Tom and Jerry cross his mind
Breaks the difference in your Tom Cruise fantasy
Enough with your wana complex
Wana bis, your rap doesn't sound, no matter how high you climb
Or is it that you don't understand living on likes
For my part, it's goodbye, I still see you in my toys
With no interest in puppets, my only interest is to see the three of us
Sounding on cassettes
Studs can't rap without wearing earrings
They sound worse than December tambourines
They sound worse than December tambourines
I'll have to watch them burn in hell