Paroles et traduction 31 FAM - Touchdown

Touchdown

(Joey C)

I ara tots són dolents com bandolers per la ciutat (wow)
Vesteixen marca que no saben ni com l′han pagat
Tenim tots deutes d'una vida que ens fa mal de cap
Tenim els haters parlant per l′esquena

Després es confessen perquè els perdonem
Sempre vam aprendre a perdre però avui ens toca guanyar
Tinc la família addicta I mai ho podrem valorar
Intento tenir bona vida, però no soc capellà

Respecte per la gent del barri que creix sense ajuda
Diga-li a la meva mami si algun cop l'he fallat
I si ho he fet ha sigut per trobar la meva pròpia cura
Perquè jo sé que el meu cap m'està fent pensar pecats (pecats)

Me río y no entiendo cómo va esta vida
Muchas diferencias el de abajo y arriba
Me tiré en el pozo y no había salida
Me encuentro encerrado y nadie me motiva

Entro al estudio y desconecto
Hace mucho tiempo no escucho al resto
Me he engordado y eso por supuesto
Que saqué mi flow y ahora sí que peso y

Run, run, solo puesto pa′ la FAM, FAM
Muchos envidiosos que hablan, apunto y disparo y touchdown
I run, run, només estic per la FAM, FAM
Cantant a la casa amb el Bandam, li tiro com Beckham, faig touchdown

Fuera los falsos, prefiero estar solo
Me he hecho muy fuerte, ni por pena lloro
Yo soy de alta gama, comparado con oro
Bolsillos vacíos, pero poco a poco

No quiero la moda porque soy la moda
Creciendo barriga, me siento el Poppa
Viene la victoria y tu culo en pompa
(Eh, eh, eh)

I ara tots són dolents com bandolers per la ciutat (wow)
Vesteixen marca que no saben ni com l′han pagat
Tenim tots deutes d'una vida que ens fa mal de cap
Tenim els haters parlant per l′esquena

Després es confessen perquè els perdonem
Sempre vam aprendre a perdre però avui ens toca guanyar
Tinc la família addicta i mai ho podrem valorar
Intento tenir bona vida, però no soc capellà (no)

Didi, Bandam, melodia selecta
Quan treiem tema al teu cap directe
Abans des de zero I ara pujant recte
Érem l'alumne I ara som el mestre

Per la ciutat se me′n va la memòria (ey, ey)
Una casa blanca que em dongui la glòria
Al desert o a la costa, enmig de la posta de Califòrnia

'Tamos metío′ en la movie
Nadie lo buscaba, pero ahora es así
Que yo quiero buscarme mi money
No perdí mi tiempo, solo lo invertí

No paro hasta que esté shinning
Mucha gente falsa around me
Manín, ser humilde es gratis
Cruzando esquinas, soy alfil

I ara tots són dolents com bandolers per la ciutat
Vesteixen marca que no saben ni com l'han pagat
Tenim un pacte amb la vida que no ens hem guanyat
Tenim els haters parlant per l'esquena I mai s′han confessat

Touchdown

(Joey C)

Now they are all bad like bandits in the city (wow)
They wear brands they don't even know how they paid for
We all have debts from a life that gives us a headache
We have haters talking behind our backs

Then they confess because we forgive them
We always learned to lose but today we have to win
I have my family addicted and we will never be able to appreciate it
I try to have a good life, but I'm no priest

Respect for the people of the neighborhood who grow up without help
Tell my mommy if I ever failed her
And if I did it was to find my own cure
Because I know my head is making me think sins (sins)

I laugh and I don't understand how this life goes
Many differences between the bottom and the top
I threw myself into the well and there was no way out
I find myself locked up and no one motivates me

I enter the studio and disconnect
I haven't listened to the rest for a long time
I've gotten fat and that's for sure
That I took out my flow and now I really weigh and

Run, run, only ready for the FAM, FAM
Many envious people who talk, I aim and shoot and touchdown
I run, run, I'm only here for the FAM, FAM
Singing at home with the Bandam, I throw it like Beckham, I score a touchdown

Out with the fake ones, I prefer to be alone
I've become very strong, I don't even cry out of pity
I am high-end, compared to gold
Empty pockets, but little by little

I don't want fashion because I am fashion
Growing belly, I feel like the Poppa
Victory is coming and your ass is pumped
(Eh, eh, eh)

Now they are all bad like bandits in the city (wow)
They wear brands they don't even know how they paid for
We all have debts from a life that gives us a headache
We have haters talking behind our backs

Then they confess because we forgive them
We always learned to lose but today we have to win
I have my family addicted and we will never be able to appreciate it
I try to have a good life, but I'm no priest (no)

Didi, Bandam, selected melody
When we release a song to your head directly
Before from scratch and now going straight up
We were the student and now we are the master

For the city my memory goes away (ey, ey)
A white house that gives me glory
In the desert or on the coast, in the middle of the Californian sunset

We are in the movie
Nobody was looking for it, but now it is like this
That I want to find my money
I didn't waste my time, I just invested it

I don't stop until I'm shining
Many fake people around me
Man, being humble is free
Crossing corners, I'm a bishop

Now they are all bad like bandits in the city
They wear brands they don't even know how they paid for
We have a pact with life that we haven't earned
We have haters talking behind our backs and they have never confessed