Lyrics and translation DJ Caique feat. ADL - Quantas Vezes

Quantas Vezes

Olha quantas vezes eu pedi
Uma oportunidade de falar
Já que ninguém quis me ouvir
Me deu vontade de gritar

É foda, crescer ignorado pelo irmão mais velho
Aprenderam com os outros pivetes que pagou de bola bete
É vero
Sem roupa de marca, camisa da feira
Imitação de Adida Mali
Dançava e pegava as mina no baile
Aos 12 eu fui pra rua fazer arte
Aos 15 eu tava cheio de maldade
Aos 17 dentro da legalidade
Subindo todas as marquises da cidade
Até entrar pro tráfico de droga mais tarde
É, quem não tem grana vai pra rua ganhar
Eu fui malandro e não quis trabalhar
E quase que eu morri
Comprei um monte de cordão que eu tive que vender
Fui preso duas vezes, sorte de ainda tá vivo pra contar
Várias vezes fiz Dona Selma chorar
Várias vezes deitei segurando a arma
E quanto pão e leite que eu tirei da mesa de alguma
Família vendendo cocaína mas eu nunca obriguei ninguém a comprar
Fora isso, era rap back longneck na pista de skate
A maioria de vocês ainda bebia leite e jogava Playstati
É, eu viajava no meu caderno
A meia na cabeça o clipe dos States
Era aquilo que eu queria
Eu fui espelho pra alguns começar
Eu tive espelhos em quem me inspirar
Enquanto as roda de rima batendo de frente com o cara na
Praça pra gente poder dançar sem sofrer com o racismo, ameaça
É, vários moleque que eu vi começar
E é vários deles que agora estão lá
Batendo de frente com os cara sem grana, sem roupa de marca e sonhando
E sofrendo o que eu sofri por amar
Eu sofri por amar
Eu sofri por amar

Olha quantas vezes eu pedi
Uma oportunidade de falar
Já que ninguém quis me ouvir
Me deu vontade de gritar

Eu era um menino nada normal batendo as lata de Nescau
Gritando Mamonas Assassinas soltando pipa no quintal
Falto respeito desde cedo
Vi os efeito do preconceito
Eles riam na escola quando dizia que meus irmãos eram negros
Perguntavam quem foi adotado
Qual de nóis que veio com defeito
Porque nossa pele era diferente
Mas nosso sangue era o mesmo
Te agradeço meu irmão Júnior chegou no morro fazendo barulho
Ganhou vinil, Funk Brasil Vol. 1 Dj Marlboro
Jaqueline ralava no shopping, rolava os clipe de hip-hop
Trouxe pra casa um video track do 2pac, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg
Pintei o cabelo igual do Eminem
Minha mãe disse que não pode, porque ali era casa de crente
Não bastava nóis ser pobre
Deslumbrava com os Nike Shox
As moto com cano sport
Os Chevette, baile funk, Bob Rum, Estrada da Posse
Com 16 eu conheci Lord
Começamo a subir edifício
Com 17 a maconha, hip-hop virou um vício
Com 18 traficava, vida ficava difícil
Porque se eles não me odiasse
Nóis ia morrer invisível
Sabia onde tavam as câmera
Onde tava os lança-míssil
Comecei a escrevei rap e fala de tudo isso
Minhas rima eram suja porque o mundo tava um lixo
Minhas droga eram pura, vagabundo via bicho
Via várias viatura, sabia que era um risco
Fui além da loucura sonhando em gravar um disco

Olha quantas vezes eu pedi
Uma oportunidade de falar
Já que ninguém quis me ouvir
Me deu vontade de gritar

How Many Times

Look how many times I've asked
For a chance to speak my mind
Since no one wanted to listen
I felt like I had to scream

It's tough, growing up ignored by your older brother
They learned from the other kids who acted like big shots
It's true
No brand clothes, just shirts from the market
Fake Adidas Mali imitation
I used to dance and pick up girls at the party
At 12 I hit the streets to make art
At 15 I was full of mischief
At 17 within the bounds of the law
Climbing all the city's marquees
Until I got into drug trafficking later
Yeah, those without money go to the streets to earn it
I was a hustler and didn't want to work
And I almost died
I bought a bunch of chains that I had to sell
I was arrested twice, lucky to still be alive to tell the story
Many times I made Dona Selma cry
Many times I slept holding the gun
And how much bread and milk I took from someone's table
Selling cocaine but I never forced anyone to buy
Other than that, it was rap, back longneck on the skate track
Most of you were still drinking milk and playing PlayStation
Yeah, I travelled in my notebook
The sock on my head, the music videos from the States
That's what I wanted
I was a mirror for some to start
I had mirrors to inspire me
While the rhyme circles facing the guy in the
Square so we could dance without suffering from racism, threats
Yeah, many kids I saw start
And it's many of them who are now there
Facing the guys with no money, no brand clothes and dreaming
And suffering what I suffered for loving
I suffered for loving
I suffered for loving

Look how many times I've asked
For a chance to speak my mind
Since no one wanted to listen
I felt like I had to scream

I was a boy, not at all normal, banging Nescau cans
Screaming Mamonas Assassinas, flying kites in the backyard
Disrespectful from an early age
I saw the effects of prejudice
They laughed at school when I said my brothers were black
They asked who was adopted
Which one of us came with a defect
Because our skin was different
But our blood was the same
I thank you my brother Júnior arrived on the hill making noise
He won vinyl, Funk Brasil Vol. 1 Dj Marlboro
Jaqueline worked hard at the mall, played hip-hop videos
She brought home a video track of 2pac, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg
I dyed my hair like Eminem's
My mother said I couldn't, because there was a believer's house
It wasn't enough for us to be poor
I was dazzled by the Nike Shox
The bikes with sport exhaust
The Chevettes, funk dance, Bob Rum, Estrada da Posse
At 16 I met Lord
We started climbing buildings
At 17 marijuana, hip-hop became an addiction
At 18 I was trafficking, life was getting difficult
Because if they didn't hate me
We would die invisible
I knew where the cameras were
Where the missiles were
I started writing rap and talking about all this
My rhymes were dirty because the world was a mess
My drugs were pure, bums saw things
I saw several patrol cars, I knew it was a risk
I went beyond madness dreaming of recording an album

Look how many times I've asked
For a chance to speak my mind
Since no one wanted to listen
I felt like I had to scream