
Date of issue: 21.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Los Aldeanos(original) |
ou, estrenando microfono |
Sisi, you |
Sientelo |
Las 26 musas, ja |
Real 70 |
You |
Mi generacion se desgenera y no genera una manera |
de escapar de esas noches faranduleras |
puterias, chilladeras, fajazones, vida loca que la droga |
las pastillas y las bebidas provocan |
demasiada ropa mucha escasez de respeto en mi ciudad |
ya no hay jovenes sino andantes objetos |
capaces de enterrarse, vivos sobre una tumba |
si se enteran que en el cielo dios puso gratis otra macumba |
siempre derrumba, cada fin de semana va a mi habana |
rumbo a extinguir la raza humana |
de mente sana ya no existe ni en la mente |
aqui nadie sobrevive si no se decide y miente |
juventud podrida y quiere que igualmente se hiere |
y en manos del delito y el egocentrismo muere |
ya nadie quiere se agotaron los sinceros |
los mas amigos se matan por el chot de un extranjero |
molero, mecaniquero, individualista |
mentalista, materialista, geoista |
aqui en mi cuba linda la cosa es distinta |
el mejor amigo del hombre no es el perro, sino el turista |
se calienta la vista cualquiera se la fabrica |
y la fabrica, de valores ya valores no fabrica |
la biblia de la calle, lleva una ley escrita |
cada accion mala que hacemos nos perjudica |
maldita inteligencia, que nos domina la fuerza |
y nos hace vender, hasta el cariño por piezas |
y mirar con doble, sentido a todo porque la traicion siempre se viste de gestos |
nobles |
y asi vamos, sin control y sin cabeza |
cambiando a la nobleza por momentos y cervezas |
pisotiando la armonia como un cesped |
y cojiendo en cuerpo hotel donde el amor nunca es huesped |
en vez de ayudarnos nos burlamos no confiamos |
nos reimos y con el destino inconformes quedamos |
mostramos, siempre una apariencia al mundo incierta |
para que el mismo nos acepte y nos abra la puerta |
no hay vuelta atras las cosas son asi van men |
hasta ultima hora no se sabe quien es quien |
esto no avanza bien ni marcha atras al habano falta |
por eso es que el cubano como un maja se arrastra |
Mirando todo desde mi rincon |
y pensado en que lindo todo fuese |
si la gente hablara con el corazon |
pero ese es un problema que siempre me da NS |
substitui, despeje, dividi, multiplique |
sume, reste y no me dio mi amigo |
yo volvi, empeze, lo heri, lo repase |
y no haye respuesta ni sacando el chivo |
Dejame informarte que cualquiera es informante |
chulos informaticos diplomaticos gangsters |
ciberneticos capos super guapos estudiantes |
jineteras licenciadas policias negociantes |
hasta mi papa que de fiesta sono la alarma |
es hora de darle, mantenimiento al alma |
cojelo con calma al pajarito lo clonaron |
y hay que darle pa que paren de cantar no te contaron? |
estan los yumas, los que se hacen los yumas |
los que se arrebatan con cualquier cosa que fuman |
borrachera masiva, viva cuba en nota |
patria, muerte, chipentres y mozo sirveme otra copa oh |
virgen compota perdona nuestros pecados |
no se porque ya no estas, en el altar del mercado |
amas nuestros hijos y ven al plano terrenal |
que ellos te necesitan pa jugar y pa estudiar amen |
e fo y fa el fi se fue la fe y hay fo |
a muerte en el ambiente porque uno a otro piso |
adios me fui de aqui que pinto en esta fiesta yo |
no, estoy pa, ya amenaze a un zocorro lo mato hay dios |
y eso es normal pero yo no me acostumbro |
llevo otro rumbo me alumbro ese no es mi mundo |
osea mi mundo porque estoy expuesto igual a que |
cualquier dia cualquiera por gusto me quiera dar |
y profe tengo una duda |
porque el 99 porciento de la juventud quiere irse de cuba |
no me responde porque se mete en candela |
ya nada menos nada es expulsada de la escuela |
algo anda mal, mal anda algo |
anda algo haz, haz anda algo |
esto no avanza bien ni marcha atras al habano falta |
por eso es que el cubano como un maja se arrastra |
Mirando todo desde mi rincon |
y pensado en que lindo todo fuese |
si la gente hablara con el corazon |
pero ese es un problema que siempre me da NS |
substitui, despeje, dividi, multiplique |
sume, reste y no me dio mi amigo |
yo volvi, empeze, lo heri, lo repase |
y no haye respuesta ni sacando el chivo |
You |
Mira |
Nosotros no estamos ladrando, haciendonos los yumas |
Estamos haciendo una revolucion, con papel y pluma |
Mientras mas nos den la espalda, mas la frente alzamos |
Nadie mas va a pisotiar el orgullo del rap cubano |
Ya to no hay quien lo detenga no somos ni 1 ni 2 |
Los cabarios representan |
Y no pierda su tiempo analizando esta cancion |
Que yo soy libre de expresar, eso esta escrito en la constitucion |
RAP RAP RAP RAP UNDERGROUND |
SUBTERRANEO |
REAL 70 26 MUSAS |
(translation) |
ou, premiering microphone |
Sisi, you |
Feel it |
The 26 muses, ha |
Royal 70 |
you |
My generation degenerates and does not generate a way |
to escape from those showbiz nights |
puterias, chilladeras, fajazones, crazy life that the drug |
pills and drinks cause |
too many clothes too little respect in my city |
there are no longer young people but walking objects |
capable of burying themselves, alive on a grave |
if they find out that in heaven god put another macumba for free |
He always collapses, every weekend he goes to my Havana |
heading to extinguish the human race |
of healthy mind no longer exists nor in the mind |
here nobody survives if they do not decide and lie |
rotten youth and wants it equally hurt |
and in the hands of crime and egocentrism dies |
no one wants anymore, the sincere ones have run out |
the best friends are killed by the chot of a foreigner |
grinder, mechanic, individualist |
mentalist, materialist, geoist |
here in my cute cuba things are different |
man's best friend is not the dog, but the tourist |
The view is heated by anyone who manufactures it |
and the factory, of values and values does not manufacture |
the bible of the street, carries a written law |
every bad action we do harms us |
damn intelligence, that force dominates us |
and makes us sell, even the love for pieces |
and look with double meaning at everything because betrayal is always dressed in gestures |
nobles |
and so we go, without control and without a head |
switching to nobility for moments and beers |
trampling on harmony like a grass |
and fucking in a hotel body where love is never a guest |
Instead of helping each other, we mock, we don't trust. |
we laugh and with destiny we remain dissatisfied |
we show, always an uncertain appearance to the world |
so that he himself accepts us and opens the door for us |
there is no turning back things are as they go men |
until the last minute it is not known who is who |
this does not advance well or reverse the cigar is missing |
that is why the Cuban crawls like a pestle |
Watching everything from my corner |
and thought about how beautiful everything was |
if people spoke with the heart |
but that is a problem that always gives me NS |
substitute, clear, divide, multiply |
add, subtract and did not give me my friend |
I came back, I started, I hurt it, I reviewed it |
and there is no answer not even taking the goat |
Let me inform you that anyone is an informer |
computer pimps diplomats gangsters |
cyber bosses super handsome students |
licensed jineteras business police |
even my dad who sounded the alarm at a party |
It's time to give maintenance to the soul |
Take the little bird easy, they cloned it |
and you have to hit it so they stop singing, didn't they tell you? |
there are the yumas, those who become yumas |
those who get high on anything they smoke |
massive drunkenness, viva cuba in note |
homeland, death, chipentres and waiter serve me another drink oh |
virgin compote forgive our sins |
I don't know why you are no longer, at the altar of the market |
you love our children and come to the earthly plane |
that they need you to play and to study amen |
e fo y fa el fi faith was gone and there is fo |
to death in the environment because one to another floor |
goodbye I left here what do I paint at this party |
no, I'm here, I already threatened a zocorro, I'll kill him, there's a god |
and that's normal but I don't get used to it |
I take another course I light up that is not my world |
I mean my world because I am exposed just like |
any day anyone for pleasure wants to give me |
and teacher I have a question |
because 99 percent of the youth want to leave Cuba |
he doesn't answer me because he gets caught up in fire |
and nothing less nothing is expelled from school |
something's wrong, something's wrong |
go something do, do go something |
this does not advance well or reverse the cigar is missing |
that is why the Cuban crawls like a pestle |
Watching everything from my corner |
and thought about how beautiful everything was |
if people spoke with the heart |
but that is a problem that always gives me NS |
substitute, clear, divide, multiply |
add, subtract and did not give me my friend |
I came back, I started, I hurt it, I reviewed it |
and there is no answer not even taking the goat |
you |
Sight |
We are not barking, playing the yumas |
We're making a revolution, with pen and paper |
The more they turn their backs on us, the more we raise our heads |
No one else is going to trample on the pride of Cuban rap |
Now there is no one to stop it, we are neither 1 nor 2 |
The cabrios represent |
And don't waste your time analyzing this song |
That I am free to express, that is written in the constitution |
RAP RAP RAP RAP UNDERGROUND |
UNDERGROUND |
ROYAL 70 26 MUSES |
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