Listo para morir (en inglés)

Listo para morir
I started my 13 there was no reputation was for pleasure
Before my first drink
Before touching a bust
Before all that shit of yours they call rap
Before santa rm and this shit to endure.

You want to tell me that I do not know
I already left my skin in letters like a leprosy patient
Behind all that shit of yours to wing they call rap
There was a little boy who liked to rhyme
No one taught her to rape I was always self-taught whore
There were no rules or prejudices each taking route
I always went to the group they left at the end
And at the end of the day, how many pay their rapping bills today?
I was born in Nogales more Obregon was my crib
Those freestyle afternoons with eptos habuna por hacuna
Opening the show for 10 people looking for a name
Today more than 100 would like to open this man's show
I'm not the best raper in my country
Not even my status and if I'm honest with you
I'm not the best mc in my city but I do not care
The only one that surpasses is omega and is in my group.

PUNCH LINE I'M READY TO DIE
AND IF THE PEOPLE CALL FOR ME TO CRUCIFY IF
I WAS BORN UNDER THIS CROSS WILL NOT TOUCH MY YAGA
I DO NOT FORGIVE THE ONE WHO MAKES IT PAY ME (X2)
I'm bipolar I always suffer from that shit.
Sometimes I do well, but sometimes I go to the dick.
I have fans who support that it even seems like a joke
I would win cheating and they would love me like Maradona's hand
Criticize if you do not write what you fear?
You could not do good rap and ended up making memes
Do not sweat every professional critic
I challenge them to rap and teach us to rape
Tell me that it is well that it is wrong who judges me
It's like the dog wants to rule in the jungle
My pumba lies for you, this flower resounds
They say that he died more volví of the ultratumba
When they thought they could not give more
Nor did they imagine that he had these weapons
Today they ask for peace they want me to keep calm
I'm not a boomerang but I came back as karma.

PUNCH LINE I'M READY TO DIE
AND IF THE PEOPLE CALL FOR ME TO CRUCIFY IF
I WAS BORN UNDER THIS CROSS WILL NOT TOUCH MY YAGA
I DO NOT FORGIVE THE ONE WHO MAKES IT PAY ME (X2)
I started my 13 there was no reputation was for pleasure
Before my first drink
Before touching a bust
Before all that shit of yours they call rap
Before santa rm and this shit I do when I enter
You want to tell me that I do not know
I already leave my skin in letters like a leprosy patient
Behind all that shit of yours to wing they call rap
There was a little boy who liked to rhyme
No one taught her to rape I was always self-taught whore
There were no rules or prejudices each taking route
I always went to the group they left at the end
And at the end of the day how many accounts are paid for rapping?
I was born in Nogales more Obregon was my crib
Those freestyle afternoons with beech events
Opening the show for 10 people looking for a name
Today more than 100 would like to open this man's show
I'm not the best raper in my country
Not even my status and if I'm honest with you
I'm not the best mc in my city but I do not care
The only one that surpasses is omega and is in my group

PUNCH LINE I'M READY TO DIE
AND IF THE PEOPLE CALL FOR ME TO CRUCIFY IF
I BORN UNDER THIS CROSS WILL NOT TOUCH MY WING
I DO NOT FORGIVE THE ONE WHO MAKES IT PAY ME (X2)
I'm bipolar I always suffer from that shit.
Sometimes I do well, but sometimes I go to the dick.
I have fans who support that it even seems like a joke
I would win cheating and they would love me like Maradona's hand
Criticize if you do not write what you fear?
You could not do bundap and ended up making memes
Do not sweat every professional critic
I challenge them to rap and teach us to rape
Tell me that it is well that it is wrong who judges me
It's like the dog wants to rule in the jungle
My butt tilts you this flower rumbles
They say that he died more volví of the ultratumba
When they thought they could not give more
Nor did they imagine that he had these weapons
Today they ask for peace they want me to keep calm
I'm not a boomerang but I came back as karma

PUNCH LINE I'M READY TO DIE
AND IF THE PEOPLE CALL FOR ME TO CRUCIFY IF
I BORN UNDER THIS CROSS WILL NOT TOUCH MY WING
I DO NOT FORGIVE THE ONE WHO MAKES IT PAY ME (X2)
They want to kill me, I hope they shoot
I write my verses in a macularen luxury
I am ready to die as Christopher Wallace
But my verses already give more than they do not die with those bullets
Load well and aim you only have one shot
I do not worry about false tupacs that if I die I do not expire
I grew up among bees and learned from their behavior
I work without rest, doing the one that does not expire ...
HEY MAMA !! THEY THOUGHT THAT IT WAS ONLY DRAMA
CHECK THAT THERE ARE MONSTERS UNDER THE BED
IF YOU ARE GOING TO SPEAK, SEEK YOUR ACTS TO SUPPORT YOUR WORDS
HEY MAMA !! I just wrote I did not ask for this fame
WANT TO KILL ME MEDIUM PANORAMA
I AM READY TO DIE
YOU ARE READY TO FEEL THE FLAMES !!!

PUNCH LINE I'M READY TO DIE
AND IF THE PEOPLE CALL FOR ME TO CRUCIFY IF
I BORN UNDER THIS CROSS WILL NOT TOUCH MY WING
I DO NOT FORGIVE THE ONE WHO MAKES IT PAY ME (X2)
They want to kill me, they expect me to shoot
I write luxury my verses are a Mclaren
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Este poema lírico de Santa RM, titulado 'Listo para morir', nos sumerge en un viaje introspectivo a través de las experiencias y emociones del artista. Desde sus humildes comienzos en Nogales, Obregón, hasta su lucha por establecerse en el mundo del rap, el verso nos lleva a través de sus altibajos emocionales, sus desafíos y sus triunfos....