Translation of the song lyrics Esto Es Real - Baby Rasta Y Gringo, Cheka

Esto Es Real (original)

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…)

Esto Es Real (translation)

Sonic!
(sonic!)
Tazmanian!
(Buddha's Family!)
(live it up!)
(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, unhappy
You and your corillo are going to feel me
I am like that, and this is my way of living
In the trunk of a car you are going to die
With a mouth full of flies on the news you're going out
Come for me, you do not know what it is to suffer
And see your friends fall fighting for you
To die, to see their families cry endlessly
Promising their mothers that it won't stay like this
And go out like crazy with two Perco's, and 3 Pali's
I'm here, activated for you
Waiting for you to lamb to get into you
And come for me, the one with the forty
Pal hell to's
All of you with me can die
I have double war with the guard, and with my enemies
The mistake is that they have shot and left me alive
They haven't hit me even one shot and they're already pompiao'
To' these caripelao's, if mine get caught they leave them stuck'
I don't want to cry, now bear my guillaera
When I take out an AK Full black
And I goal them, so that they know that Gastam is respected
Tell your people to stay out, or
My assassins are going to give you the complete combi
They will kill you with AK, with rifles, or with shotguns
You don't give me fecas
I'm the Gastam from the southern area of ​​Ponce, bitch!
I am so
I will not change my way of being
Rot, I live and die
(When God says…)
I am so
I will not change my way of being
Rot, I live and die
(When God says…)
The street is bad, and what controls me is marijuana
I walk with 2 pistols, with my pockets full of bullets
There is war in all Lao's, that's why I'm scared
In the black Vitara, and the tinted windows
Although I already have my enemies setiao's
The hit men activated, everything is controlled
But you have to be careful
Because I'm in mine stop'
With those from Catao and Bayamon distributing the cod'
Hey me, Baby Rasta, are you active?
(Of course, Gastam, and even Gringo is active!)
How do guns sound?
And watch their bodies fall in slow motion
No one invents this, death is ugly
Speak to me clearly, and be honest
This bastard to see your thugs disturbed by fear
How ugly things get when mine are following them
In his own village, fleeing from mine, feeling chills
Having a comb emptied in your face in front of your panas
And your neighbors close the window
And now no one comes to your defense
You tried to hide, and they closed the door on you
And nobody saves you from this
Your own friends turned their backs on you
Rhodium-plated yellow ribbons of guards
They watch over this lambebicho with the cellada box
I stay with the desire
To give you a few more with Baby Rasta's .40mm
With this nobody relaxes
And whoever gets rough dies on the line
I am so
I will not change my way of being
Rot, I live and die
(When God says…)
I am so
I will not change my way of being
Rot, I live and die
(When God says…)