Baby Rasta Y Gringo — Esto Es Real song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Esto Es Real" by Baby Rasta Y Gringo.
Lyrics
Sonic!
(Sonic!)
Tazmania!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Vivetelo!)
(Wooooh!)
Vivete esto!
Illegal Life Records!
(Yeah!
(Vivete esto, pai!)
Esto es real!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Yeah, yeah!)
(Gastam!)
Saca tu pistola, y utilizala contra mi, infeliz
Tu y tu corillo me van a sentir
Yo soy asi, y esta es mi manera de vivir
En el baul de un auto vas a morir
Con la boca llena de moscas en las noticias vas a salir
Ven por mi, tu no sabes lo que es sufrir
Y ver caer a tus amigos guerriando por ti Morir, ver a sus familias llorar sin fin
Prometiendole a sus madres que esto no se queda asi
Y salir a la calle como loco con dos Perco', y 3 Pali’s
Estoy aca, activao' pa' ti Esperando que te lambas pa' meterte a ti
Y ven por mi, el de la forty
Pal carajo to’s
To’s ustedes conmigo se pueden morir
Tengo guerra doble con la guardia, y con mis enemigos
El error es que han tirao' y me han dejao' vivo
No me han dao' ni un tiro y ya estan pompiao'
To' estos caripelao’s, si los mios los pillan los dejan pegao'
No quiero lloraera, ahora soporten mi guillaera
Cuando saque pa' fuera un AK Full negra
Y les meta, pa' que sepan que al Gastam se respeta
Dile a tu gente que no se metan, o Mis sicarios van a darte la combi completa
Van a matarte con AK, con rifles, o con escopetas
Ustedes a mi no me meten las fecas
Yo soy el Gastam del area sur de Ponce, pueta!
Yo soy asi
No cambiare mi forma de ser
Pudranse, yo vivir y morir
(Cuando Dios diga…)
Yo soy asi
No cambiare mi forma de ser
Pudranse, yo vivir y morir
(Cuando Dios diga…)
La calle esta mala, y lo que me controla es la marijuana
Ando con 2 pistolas, con los bolcillos llenos de balas
Hay guerra en to’s lao’s, por eso es que ando escamao'
En la Vitara negra, y los cristales tintiao’s
Aunque ya tengo a mis enemigos setiao’s
Los sicarios activao’s, esta todo controlao'
Pero hay que tener cuidao'
Porque yo estoy en la mia parao'
Con los de Catao y Bayamon repartiendo el bacalao'
Oyeme, Baby Rasta, tu estas activao'?
(Claro que si, Gastam, y hasta Gringo esta activao'!)
Como suenan las pistolas
Y ven caer sus cuerpos en camara lenta
De esta nadie inventa, la muerte es fea
Hablenme claro, y sean sinceros
Esta cabron ver a tus matones disturbao’s por el miedo
Que feas se ponen las cosas cuando los mios los esten siguiendo
En su propio caserio, huyendole a los mios, sintiendo escalofrios
Que te vacien un peine en la cara frente a tus panas
Y tus vecinos te cierren la ventana
Y ahora nadie sale en tu defensa
Tratastes de esconderte, y te cerraron la puerta
Y de esta nadie te salva
Tus propias amistades te dieron la espalda
Cintas amarillas rodiados de guardias
A este lambebicho lo velan con la caja cellada
Yo me quede con las ganas
De darte unos pocos mas con la .40mm de Baby Rasta
Con este nadie relaja
Y al que se ponga bruto se muere en la raya
Yo soy asi
No cambiare mi forma de ser
Pudranse, yo vivir y morir
(Cuando Dios diga…)
Yo soy asi
No cambiare mi forma de ser
Pudranse, yo vivir y morir
(Cuando Dios diga…)
Lyrics translation
Sonic!
(Sonic!)
Tazmania!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Live it!)
(Wooooh!)
Live this!
Illegal Life Records!
(Yeah!
(Live this, pai!)
This is real!
(Buddha's Family!)
(Yeah, yeah!)
(Spend!)
Take out your gun, and use it against me, you wretch.
You and your corillo will feel me
I am like that, and this is my way of life
In the trunk of a car you will die
With your mouth full of flies in the news you're gonna come out
Come for me, you don't know what it's like to suffer
And watch your friends fall fighting for you die, watch their families cry endlessly
Promising their mothers that this doesn't stay that way
And go out into the street like crazy with two perch' , and 3 Palli's
I'm here, activao ' pa ' you waiting for you to lick to get into you
And come for me, the forty
Pal fucking to's
To's you can die with me
I have double war with the guard, and with my enemies
The mistake is that they have thrown' and left me ' alive
They didn't give me a shot and they're already pompiao.
To 'these caripelao's, if mine catch them they leave pegao'
I don't want to cry, now bear my guillaera
When I pull pa ' out a full black AK
And put them, to know that the Gastam is respected
Tell your people to stay out of it, or my hit men are gonna give you the full combi.
They're gonna kill you with AK, with rifles, or with shotguns.
You guys don't put the feces in me.
I'm the Gastam of the Southern Ponce area, bitch!
I'm like this
I don't change the way I am.
Rot, I live and die
(When God says…)
I'm like this
I don't change the way I am.
Rot, I live and die
(When God says…)
The street is bad, and what controls me is marijuana
I walk with 2 pistols, with the bubbles full of bullets
There's war at to's Lao's, that's why I'm escamao'
In the Black Vitara, and the tintiao's crystals
Although I already have my enemies setiao's
The hit men are active, they're all in control.
But you have to be careful.
'Cause I'm in my parao'
With the catao and Bayamon handing out the cod'
Hey, Baby Rasta, are you active?
(Of course yes, spend, and even Gringo is active!)
How the guns sound
And watch their bodies fall in slow motion
Of this no one invents, death is ugly
Speak to me clearly, and be honest
This motherfucker watch your thugs disturbao's for fear
How ugly things get when mine are following them
In his own home, fleeing to mine, feeling chills
To have a comb in your face in front of your loaves
And your neighbors close your window
And now no one stands up for you
You tried to hide, and they locked the door.
And from this no one saves you
Your own friends turned their backs on you
Yellow Guards Rhodium ribbons
This lambebicho is guarded with the cellated box
I stayed in the mood
To give you a few more with the .40mm Baby Rasta
With this no one relaxes
And the one who gets rough dies in the line
I'm like this
I don't change the way I am.
Rot, I live and die
(When God says…)
I'm like this
I don't change the way I am.
Rot, I live and die
(When God says…)