Real de Kendrick Lamar
Letra de Real
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say
When I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air
I'm proud to say yeah
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I promise that I know you very well
Your eyes never lie, even if they tell
Sweet lullabies that come with a smell
Of a dozen roses flipping down the green hill
You're living in a world that come with plan B
Cause plan A never relay a guarantee
And plan C never could say just what it was
And your plans only can pan around love
You love him, you love them, you love her
You love so much, you love when love hurts
You love red bottom and gold that say "Queen"
You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean
You love French tip and trip that pay for
You love bank slip that tell you we paid more
You love a good hand whenever the card dealt
But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, (cause before you know it, everything's gone)
I promise that I know you very well
Your eyes never lie, even if they fell
Out the sky and your optics turn stale
Where they mold that's green, I can see you fit the bill
Of living in a world that come with plan B
Cause plan A only can make another mistake
And you can't see success coming from plan C
When it all breaks, you'll still say you're lovely
And love them and love when you love her
You love so much, you love when love hurts
You love fast cars and dead presidents old
You love fast women, you love keepin' control
Of everything that you love, you love beef
You love streets, you love running, ducking police
You love your hood, might even love it to death
But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real (cause before you know it, everything's gone)
The reason why I know you very well
Cause we have the same eyes, can't you tell?
The days I tried to cover up and conceal
My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal
When living in a world that come with plan B
A scapegoat cause plan A don't come free
And plan C just an excuse like "because"
Or the word "but," but what if I got love?
I love them, I love when I love her
I love so much, I love when love hurts
I love first verse ’cause you're the girl I attract
I love second verse ’cause you're the homie that pack
Burner like a stove top, that love cooking from scratch
I love what the both of you have to offer
In fact, I love it so much, I don't love anything else
But what love got to do with it when I don't love myself
To the point I should hate everything I do love?
Should I hate living my life inside the club?
Should I hate her for watching me for that reason?
Should I hate him for telling me that I'm seizin'?
Should I hate them for telling me "ball out"?
Should I hate street credibility I'm talkin' about
Hating all money, power, respect in my will
Or hating the fact none of that shit make me real?
Kenny, I ain't trippin' off them dominoes anymore. Just calling, sorry to hear what happened to your homeboy, but don't learn the hard way like I did, homie. Any nigga can kill a man, that don't make you a real nigga. Real is responsibility. Real is taking care of your motherfucking family. Real is God, nigga
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real (cause before you know it, everything's gone)
Alright, that's all I wanted to tell you. Just make sure you call us back when you get this message. Here go your mom
Boy, you better have my car on full all this time you done had my damn car, but look I ain't trippin'. Look, the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you over there telling you about the good book because right about now that's what ya'll need. Oh, and Top Dawg called the house too. I guess they want you and Dave to come to the studio. But look, you take that music business serious, and put out something me and your dad can step to. Shit, you know we from Chicago, you know that's what we do
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
"If I don't hear from you by tomorrow, I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes. Come back a man, tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton. Let 'em know you was just like them, but you still rose from that dark place of violence, becoming a positive person. But when you do make it, give back with your words of encouragement, and that's the best way to give back. To your city... And I love you Kendrick, if I don't hear you knocking on the door you know where I usually leave the key. Alright? Talk to you later, bye."
(Sound of a cassette tape being stopped and fast forwarded)
Traducción de Real
Letra traducida a Español
Hago lo que quiero hacer, digo lo que quiero decir
Cuando siento, y
Miro en el espejo y sé que estoy ahí
Con mis manos en el aire
Orgullosa de decir sí
Soy real, soy real, soy realmente, realmente, real
Soy real, soy real, soy realmente, realmente, real
Soy real, soy real, soy realmente, realmente, real
Soy real, soy real, soy realmente, realmente, real
Te prometo que te conozco muy bien
Tus ojos nunca mienten, incluso si dicen
Dulces canciones de cuna que vienen con un olor
De una docena de rosas cayendo por la colina verde
Vives en un mundo que viene con plan B
Porque el plan A nunca garantiza
Y el plan C nunca podría decir exactamente lo que era
Y tus planes solo pueden girar en torno al amor
Amas a él, amas a ellos, amas a ella
Amas tanto, amas cuando el amor duele
Amas los tacones rojos y el oro que dice "Reina"
Amas el bolso en la cintura de tus vaqueros
Amas las uñas francesas y los viajes que pagas
Amas el recibo bancario que te dice que pagamos más
Amas una buena mano cuando se reparten las cartas
Pero qué tiene que ver el amor cuando no te amas a ti misma?
Te prometo que te conozco muy bien
Tus ojos nunca mienten, incluso si fallan
Cayendo del cielo y tus ojos se vuelven apagados
Donde se moldea lo verde, puedo ver que encajas
Viviendo en un mundo que viene con plan B
Porque el plan A solo puede cometer otro error
Y no puedes ver el éxito que viene del plan C
Cuando todo se rompe, seguirás diciendo que eres encantadora
Y los amas y amas cuando amas a ella
Amas tanto, amas cuando el amor duele
Amas los coches rápidos y los presidentes muertos antiguos
Amas a las mujeres rápidas, amas mantener el control
De todo lo que amas, amas la pelea
Amas las calles, amas correr, esquivando a la policía
Amas tu vecindario, incluso puedes amarlo hasta la muerte
Pero qué tiene que ver el amor cuando no te amas a ti misma?
La razón por la que te conozco muy bien
Porque tenemos los mismos ojos, no te das cuenta?
Los días en que intenté ocultar y disimular
Mi orgullo, solo hizo que fuera más difícil lidiar con ello
Al vivir en un mundo que viene con plan B
Un chivo expiatorio porque el plan A no es gratuito
Y el plan C solo es una excusa como "porque"
O la palabra "pero", pero qué pasa si tengo amor?
Amo a ellos, amo cuando amo a ella
Amo tanto, amo cuando el amor duele
Amo el primer verso porque eres la chica que atraigo
Amo el segundo verso porque eres el colega que respalda
Quemador como una cocina de gas, amo cocinar desde cero
Amo lo que ambos tienen para ofrecer
De hecho, lo amo tanto que no amo nada más
Pero qué tiene que ver el amor cuando no me amo a mí misma?
Hasta el punto en que debería odiar todo lo que amo?
Debería odiar vivir mi vida dentro del club?
Debería odiarla por mirarme por esa razón?
Debería odiarlo por decirme que estoy teniendo un ataque?
Debería odiarlos por decirme que "salga a la calle"?
Debería odiar la credibilidad de la calle de la que hablo?
Odiar todo el dinero, poder, respeto en mi testamento?
Odiar el hecho de que nada de eso me hace real?
Kenny, ya no me preocupo por esos dominós. Solo llamando, lamento escuchar lo que le pasó a tu colega, pero no aprendas de la manera difícil como yo, colega. Cualquier tipo puede matar a un hombre, eso no te convierte en un verdadero tipo. Ser real es ser responsable. Ser
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