Paroles et traduction Nch6xx - Mad✈︎Fra (feat. Al Safir & Selecto Picasso)

Mad✈︎Fra (feat. Al Safir & Selecto Picasso)

Vuelvo p'al barrio vestido de hace dos días
Con la cara medio seria, con las mismas melodías.
Hoy me quieren y me odian me agobian con sus movidas
Sé que mañana me venden cada uno tiene su vida.
Y la mía dando vueltas desde que tengo conciencia
Lo robao' con etiqueta y lo he pedido por instancia.
Le hago números al coche como de Madrid a Francia,
Porque mueven más las ganas de contar que la distancia.
Ni las gracias, lo cojo y ni le miro a los ojos.
Con estas barras, pasta flojo salgo fuera y me mojo
Te quiero lejos, por que si no te quiero me rajo.
Me has matado y enterrado cuatro metros abajo.
Me parto a plazos, y ahora que me dicen "shh"
Tu ni me paras esta cara claro que es por ti.
La pena keen, te juro que me peso en bleen.
Para tu people soy Safir pa' mi Nacho Manin.
Me viste el mal, mal, mal, mal mas [?] me viste.
Yo estuve en medio de una muestra y te fuiste.
Quince pintando diagonales en blowup.
Contando novias y dinero, puta, llamame "Mister"
Wait a minute, llego pa' borrarlo si aquí hay típex
Vuelven pa' enseñarme y que les pague como strippers.
No tienen talento, que les den las gracias [?]
Yo tengo motor de sobra puta Dolce [?]
Vuelve a tocarlo y te parto.
To' es pa' los míos no dejo nada pa' los sapos.
Toca ganarlo y tu lo estás empeñando.
Toca perderlo pa' llegar a lo malo.
Gato negro, durmiendo en tu terreno
Tanto tiempo y no nos vemos.
Dame gas al mechero no des veneno.
Saliva corrosiva la agarro del pelo.
[?] la chicha, no va a misa.
Sabe lo que hay porque es premisa (Buah).
Hay química, hay lírica, en la cama yo la dejo paralitica.
Están hablando de "shhhhh" no se yo na'como
Callo y repito no hay que contar, cantar.
Menos mal que no sea formal,
Me juzgan por las pintas nada normal, normal, normal.
Salgo fresco le dejo sin aliento pureza de chico sale de dentro.
Dame una razón y lo hacemos en el momento.
En tu culo te dejo mis sentimientos.
Te pilla y te detiene el pensamiento, dejándome en los huesos,
Quedándome más tieso sin tus besos.
Lo que aguanto yo no aguantan ellos eh,
Lo que aguanto yo no aguantan e-ellos.
Bajo para Usera, cinco pavos fecha al cero,
Regalo los euros de propina del bolsillo.
No me creo, que puedas verte bien
Paseando ropa cara en barrio humilde.
Mis colegas roban cocodrilos
Es la esencia de vestir los polos comprale
La ropa a tus amigos ve a sus polos
Todo lo que hablo son valores de mi abuelo,
Sus dudas me revelan que no escucha lo que digo.
Tiran 35 por Madrid le salgo chulo,
Sin boina ni chaleco pero más gato que algunos.
Se ve bien y suena bien pero es copiado.
"Guapo" Eso dice el pecador y no el pecado.
Cuento lo que vivo lo que creo lo que bebo.
Los de classic en el dos de por un pavo.
Salgo de la teva acabo en fabric parkineo
Ya esta gris a las seis, vuelvo doblado.
De resaca a las tres, macarrones de ayer,
Miro la hora que es, me doy cuenta del mes.
Todos quieren ganar, nadie sabe perder.
Todos quieren ser Dios, nadie tiene la fe.
No es que se me suba es que me hago de valer.
No es que yo no quiera es que lo tienes que pagar
Mira la etiqueta y ya decides si tal.
Estás buscando la salida pero no hay na' que hacer.

Mad✈︎Fra (feat. Al Safir & Selecto Picasso)

I return to the hood dressed as I was two days ago
With a half-serious face, with the same melodies.
Today they love me and they hate me, they overwhelm me with their drama
I know that tomorrow they'll sell me out, each one has their own life.
And mine, going around in circles since I've been conscious
Stolen goods with labels, I asked for it personally.
I do numbers on the car like from Madrid to France,
Because the desire to count moves more than the distance.
No thank yous, I take it and don't even look them in the eye.
With these bars, easy money, I go out and get wet
I want you far away, because if I don't love you, I'll crack.
You killed me and buried me four meters under.
I break down in installments, and now they tell me "shh"
You don't stop me, this face is clearly for you.
The penalty keen, I swear I weigh myself in bleen.
For your people I am Safir, for me Nacho Manin.
You saw me bad, bad, bad, bad but [?] you saw me.
I was in the middle of a sample and you left.
Fifteen painting diagonals in blowup.
Counting girlfriends and money, bitch, call me "Mister"
Wait a minute, I'm here to erase it if there's tippex here
They come back to teach me and make me pay them like strippers.
They have no talent, give them thanks [?]
I have plenty of engine, bitch, Dolce [?]
Touch it again and I'll break you.
It's all for my people, I leave nothing for the snitches.
It's about winning and you're pawning it.
You have to lose it to get to the bad.
Black cat, sleeping on your ground
So long and we don't see each other.
Give me gas to the lighter, don't give poison.
Corrosive saliva, I grab her by the hair.
[?] the chicha, she doesn't go to mass.
She knows what's up because it's a premise (Buah).
There's chemistry, there's lyrics, in bed I leave her paralyzed.
They're talking about "shhhhh" I don't know anything about how
I shut up and repeat, there's no need to count, sing.
It's a good thing it's not formal,
They judge me by my looks, nothing normal, normal, normal.
I come out fresh, leave her breathless, the purity of a boy comes out from within.
Give me a reason and we'll do it right now.
I leave my feelings in your ass.
The thought catches you and stops you, leaving me in my bones,
Leaving me stiffer without your kisses.
What I put up with they don't put up with, eh,
What I put up with, they don't put up with.
I go down to Usera, five bucks date to zero,
I give away the euros from the tip in my pocket.
I don't believe you can look good
Walking around in expensive clothes in a humble neighborhood.
My buddies steal crocodiles
It's the essence of wearing polo shirts, buy it
Clothes for your friends, go to their polos
Everything I talk about are my grandfather's values,
Their doubts reveal to me that they don't listen to what I say.
They shoot 35 through Madrid, I come out cool,
Without a beret or vest but more of a cat than some.
It looks good and sounds good but it's copied.
"Handsome" That's what the sinner says, not the sin.
I tell what I live, what I believe, what I drink.
The classic ones in the two for a buck.
I get out of the teva, I end up in fabric parking
It's already gray at six, I come back folded.
Hungover at three, yesterday's macaroni,
I look at what time it is, I realize the month.
Everyone wants to win, no one knows how to lose.
Everyone wants to be God, no one has faith.
It's not that I'm getting high, it's that I'm making myself worthy.
It's not that I don't want to, it's that you have to pay for it
Look at the label and you decide if so.
You're looking for the way out, but there's nothing you can do.