Paroles et traduction Kinder Malo feat. Pimp Flaco & Tommy Cash - Apel

Apel

Hola soy Dani
Vivo en Barcelona
Y me encanta el dinero
Tengo tres mil niña
Llorando por mí pero sigo soltero
Esa puta me dice cariño te quiero y la dejo en leido
Siempre quiero a la que no me quiere y la chuto cuando la consigo
Yo estoy muerto ya de hace tiempo que alguien me traiga unas flores
Mi tumba es de mármol y pone hijoputa nunca te enamores
Si tu novia no puede venir y estoy solo me follo a la sole
Si te crees que tu quiere, tienes más cuernos que un sacocaracoles
Barce-Barce Barcelona
All the stoners stay in coma
I've washed my teeth with some Coca-Cola
Cokery, cokery, cokery
They keep selling me real, while being a fake
Give me a shotgun, or give me a stake
I lost the fate, I'm beginning to wake
I fix, now I break сука
I gave it a bitch, now I will take
My birthday, a lifestyle, give me a cake
Your pinkie is warded and I will be Drake
Shout out to Rubchinsky, shout out to the aim
I know I was early, now, day a bit late
They told I'm a lemon but turned on Grey
But Michael Jackson died in the fire of a blade
In the fire of a blade
Do not make mistakes
I will be bit late...
I will be bit late...
Do not make mistakes...
I will be bit late...
Soy el mejor de todos los tiempos
Vivo agarrado a la cola del viento
Recojo, no siembro
Quiero llorar pero no tengo tiempo
Solo tengo talento
Soy el mejor por aburrimiento
Pa serte sincero, yo siempre te miento
Pero no me arrepiento
Mi nombre en las tetas de una choni
Mi nombre es dinero como Tommy
Yo firmando con la polla los chequetes
De mi mujer se llama Monica pero la llamo money
Antes escribia en mi cuarto
Y ahora escribo dentro del avión, сука
Esas putas quieren veneno
Y que yo les clave el aguijón
Barce-Barce Barcelona
All the stoners stay in coma
I've washed my teeth with some Coca-Cola
Cokery, cokery, cokery

Apple

Hello there, my dear. My name is Dani,
I reside in the vibrant city of Barcelona,
And let me confess, I am quite fond of the glint of gold,
Three thousand girls I've counted as my own,
Their tears may flow, yet I remain alone.
That treacherous harlot whispers sweet nothings in my ear, but I leave her messages unread,
For my heart yearns for the unattainable, and I cast them aside once I've led them by the thread.
My soul has long departed, a walking corpse I roam,
My tombstone, a marble monument, bears a chilling epitaph: "Never fall for love, you fool, it's a treacherous path."
If your beloved cannot grace me with her presence, I'll find solace in the arms of Sole,
If you believe her affections are true, then you're as naive as a snail with horns untold.
Barcelona, my beloved Barcelona,
Its stoners drift in a perpetual coma.
My teeth have been bathed in the fizz of Coca-Cola,
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, the siren's call,
They peddle their lies, while their product enthralls,
A shotgun or a stake, my choice is clear,
My faith has waned, my awakening draws near,
I mend, then I break, oh, cruel fate,
I bestowed my love upon a treacherous dame, now it's time to reclaim my estate,
My birthday, a celebration of my existence, a cake to mark the occasion,
Your pinkie is adorned, and I shall emulate Drake's ambition,
A nod to Rubchinsky, a nod to the aim,
I know I was ahead of my time, but now I lag behind the game,
They labeled me a lemon, but I rose from the gray,
Yet Michael Jackson perished in a fiery blaze,
In the fire of a blade,
Heed my words, my dear,
I will be a bit late...
I will be a bit late...
Do not make mistakes...
I will be a bit late...
I am the greatest of all time, that's my decree,
I ride the winds of fortune, wild and free,
I reap without sowing, it's a game I play,
Tears well within me, but I brush them away,
Talent is all I possess, it's my claim,
I'm the best because I'm bored, it's my twisted game,
To be honest, my love, I weave a web of lies,
But no regrets, my conscience never cries,
My name etched on the breasts of a vulgar lass,
My name is synonymous with wealth, like Tommy Cash,
I sign checks with my manhood, a bold and daring feat,
My wife's true name is Monica, but I call her "money," it's sweet,
Once confined to my room, where words would flow,
Now I write my rhymes amidst the clouds, soaring high, you know,
Those temptresses crave venom in their veins,
They yearn for my sting, to ease their pains.
Barcelona, my beloved Barcelona,
Its stoners drift in a perpetual coma.
My teeth have been bathed in the fizz of Coca-Cola,
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, the siren's call,