Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CANpesino, artist - Canserbero. Album song Guía Para la Acción, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 07.04.2016
Song language: Spanish
CANpesino(original) |
Este tema no es para un disco |
Y quizás el audio no es perfecto |
Es solo el resultado del insomnio y mal aliento |
En una noche donde se fusionaron sentimientos |
Donde el corazón fue el instrumento que me decidí a tocar |
Tan fundamental como samplear en el rap |
Este es otro tema más de esos que nadie va a escuchar |
Quizá solamente porque les caigo mal |
O el orgullo no les permite aceptar |
Que lo básico no es falta de evolución, sino lo elemental |
Tan simple como aprender a respetar |
A brindar una disculpa cuando se sabe que se estuvo mal |
Te guste o no, yo te voy a representar |
Y sacaré cara por ti que no me quieres ver respirar |
Más… buenos oyentes y menos malos MC’s |
Es lo que en verdad hace falta aquí para poder surgir |
Pero hoy todos quieren ser primeros |
Solo rimar no es un talento caballero |
Rimar verdad y vivir con humildad |
Es el mayor, único y supremo talento verdadero |
Puedes golpearme y dispararme, no lo niego |
Pero si llego a levantarme voy a decirte de nuevo |
Que fueron los puños serios al cielo |
Mi salario que nunca obtendrá un títere del dinero |
¡Salten por la borda! |
¡Yaoh! |
que solo estorban |
Al Can de parar no hay forma, la gloria no lo conforma |
Tu ceño se dobla, mi alma te habla |
La ignorancia adelgaza conforme esta letra engorda |
No hay normas cuando verdad escribo |
Ni márgenes ni estribos, ni ángeles ni mendigos |
Solamente un sentido, simplemente un motivo |
Educar y callar hijueputas mientras esté vivo |
Tu piel se eriza ¡Sí! |
y una sonrisa en mí |
Fue mi mejor reacción cuando tu mejor canción oí |
You, eres sencillamente falso |
¿Y de qué sirven tus Fila si en rimas andas descalzo? |
I know a lot of bitches want to battle with me |
Pero believe me, nunca podrán ser como el índigo |
Del tintero pues yo soy sincero |
Y no pago payola pa' entretener a un público ciego |
Esto no es cuestión de ego y que se mamen un güevo |
Los que hablan de mí sin conocerme primero |
Fueron los puños serios al cielo |
Mi salario que nunca obtendrá un títere del dinero |
So dispensa, por decirte la cosa como es |
Pero es que al frente 'e mi casa hay mierda que debo barrer |
Si tú crees que es pa' ti, entonces para ti es |
Solo que no dije tu nombre porque ni me lo sé |
Mi respeto es pa' toda esa gente que esto apoya |
Aunque no les caigamos bien |
Porque saben que estamos alzando una bandera |
Que llena a los venezolanos estén donde estén |
¿De cuándo acá tú has visto una joya en mi pescuezo? |
Por cuentos como esos tus mentiras las descubren |
¿Cuándo tú has visto joyas que a mis dedos cubren? |
Si aquí trabajamos hasta con las garras, pero sin mugre |
¡Hermano! |
dime pa' qué tú hablas de mí |
Si yo soy el que te está representando a ti |
Fuera del país, donde nunca los respetarán |
No es que sean tan malos, sino que no dicen la verdad |
Ya me ladillé de todos esos impostores |
Que en vez de su realidad solamente muestran sus pezones |
Por eso es que los llaman come sobras |
Pa' mi ustedes son peor que las putas pues ellas cobran |
La historia comprueba que la humanidad en vez de apoyar |
Busca matar al que lucha por un ideal |
Y si no me crees a mí, pregunta tú |
A Luther King, Sócrates o al que murió en la cruz |
Se creen rey porque tienen MySpace |
Y diez de sus mejores friends a diario les donan cien plays |
Okay, sigan viviendo de esa cifra |
Yo no creo en números, pues mi talento no se rifa |
Son dispensa, por decirte la cosa como es |
Pero es que al frente 'e mi casa hay mierda que debo barrer |
Si tú crees que es pa' ti, entonces para ti es |
Solo que no dije tu nombre porque ni me lo sé |
Mi respeto es pa' toda esa gente que esto apoya |
Aunque no les caigamos bien |
Porque saben que estamos alzando una bandera |
Que llena a los venezolanos estén donde estén |
I Beat Up |
La Zaga, Kpú instrumentals |
Canserbero, Ray, Lil Zoo |
Garee, Randy, Danny |
Wakka, Niko, Afro |
Ese es el crew men |
Si hablas de uno hablas de todos |
Pinguinos de laboratorio |
We all family! |
We all family! |
Aunque les duela, admitan que aman esos temas |
Escritos por las manos que están levantando tu bandera |
Sí, El Campesino |
(translation) |
This theme is not for an album |
And maybe the audio is not perfect |
It's just the result of insomnia and bad breath |
On a night where feelings merged |
Where the heart was the instrument that I decided to play |
As fundamental as sampling in rap |
This is yet another one of those songs that no one is going to listen to |
Maybe just because they don't like me |
Or pride does not allow them to accept |
That the basic is not a lack of evolution, but the elemental |
As simple as learning to respect |
To offer an apology when it is known that it was wrong |
Whether you like it or not, I'm going to represent you |
And I'll show my face for you because you don't want to see me breathe |
More… good listeners and less bad MC’s |
It is what is really needed here to be able to emerge |
But today everyone wants to be first |
Just rhyming is not a talent gentleman |
Rhyme truth and live humbly |
He is the greatest, only and supreme true talent |
You can hit me and shoot me, I don't deny it |
But if I get up I'm gonna tell you again |
What were the serious fists to the sky |
My salary you will never get a puppet of money |
Jump overboard! |
Yaoh! |
that only get in the way |
There is no way to stop Can, glory does not conform |
Your frown bends, my soul speaks to you |
Ignorance gets thinner as this letter gets fatter |
There are no rules when I really write |
Neither margins nor stirrups, neither angels nor beggars |
Just a meaning, just a reason |
Educate and shut up motherfuckers while I'm alive |
Your skin bristles Yes! |
and a smile on me |
It was my best reaction when I heard your best song |
You, you are simply false |
And what use are your Rows if you walk barefoot in rhymes? |
I know a lot of bitches want to battle with me |
But believe me, they can never be like indigo |
From the inkwell well I am sincere |
And I don't pay payola to entertain a blind public |
This is not a matter of ego and suck a ball |
Those who talk about me without knowing me first |
They went serious fists to heaven |
My salary you will never get a puppet of money |
I am excused, for telling you the thing as it is |
But it is that in front of my house there is shit that I must sweep |
If you think it's for you, then it's for you |
I just didn't say your name because I don't even know it |
My respect is for all those people that this supports |
Even if they don't like us |
'Cause they know we're raising a flag |
That fills Venezuelans wherever they are |
Since when here have you seen a jewel on my neck? |
For stories like these your lies are discovered |
When have you seen jewels that cover my fingers? |
If here we work even with our claws, but without dirt |
Brother! |
tell me why you talk about me |
If I am the one who is representing you |
Out of the country, where they'll never respect them |
It's not that they're so bad, it's that they don't tell the truth |
I already ladille of all those impostors |
That instead of their reality they only show their nipples |
That's why they call them leftover eaters |
For me you are worse than the whores because they charge |
History proves that humanity instead of supporting |
Seeks to kill the one who fights for an ideal |
And if you don't believe me, ask yourself |
To Luther King, Socrates or the one who died on the cross |
They think they are king because they have MySpace |
And ten of their best friends donate a hundred plays to them every day |
Okay, keep living off that figure |
I do not believe in numbers, because my talent is not raffled |
They are dispensation, for telling you the thing as it is |
But it is that in front of my house there is shit that I must sweep |
If you think it's for you, then it's for you |
I just didn't say your name because I don't even know it |
My respect is for all those people that this supports |
Even if they don't like us |
'Cause they know we're raising a flag |
That fills Venezuelans wherever they are |
I Beat Up |
La Zaga, Kpú instrumentals |
Canserbero, Ray, Lil Zoo |
Garee, Randy, Danny |
Wakka, Niko, Afro |
That's the crewmen |
If you talk about one you talk about all |
lab penguins |
We all family! |
We all family! |
Although it hurts, admit that you love those topics |
Written by the hands that are raising your flag |
Yes, The Peasant |