Paroles et traduction Nikone - Papa

Papa

Su cache es una AKA
No vale no hay calite
Me empachao a versos papa
Agote tinta y papel
Llegue logre prosperar
Pa' acabar por conocer seres que creia admirar y llevaba en mi mp3
Y echo la vista para atrás
Y me he dado cuenta de que
Lo que es la felicidad al recordar y no ver
Tengo la necesidad de hablar ven y abrázame
Preguntar cómo te va
Por aquí todo va bien
Te tengo algo que contar
Pa' no te lo va a creer
Ahora vivo del rap y voy a comprarte ese Hummer
Estara aparcado estrenar además no lo voy a mover
Me limitaré a observar sentado delante de él pensando que dentro estás
Del mi ya lo sé conduciendo hacia allá allí donde niño yo jugué
Ahora no quiero jugar
Si no enjuagarme y hacer desaparecer con gárgaras la mierda que en su día tragué pero si algo tengo la tranquilidad no
Como esos
Que sólo piensa en el sonar y relamen el pie a quien sea vamos ala cama que amanece en na'
Somos como somos pero joder hasta cuando
Me levante no creas que cai solo decidí seguir a mi ritmo
Con amor a rimar como el que rema sin rumbo fijo
Numero pisos ni códigos calles ni nada de nada que despisten a los sabuesos con hambre que quieren robarme lo que fue mi caza
Aunque quede na' o me sobre to' por mí será pues soy un cazador
Con mas ganas que talento
Con la impotencia que tiene
Samuel Eto
Esto me esta matando no doy a crédito loco aplaco tu explica alli te vi
Estan a bla bla que si mas hablan
Me acerque pa' oir de que iva la peli
Aunque quede na' o me sobre to'
Por mi sera pues soy un cazador
Con mas ganas que talento
Con la impotencia que tiene
Samuel Eto
Esto me esta matando no doy a crédito loco aplaco tu explica alli te vi
Estan a bla bla que si mas hablan
Me acerque pa' oir de que iva la peli
Su cache es una AKA no vale no hay calite
Me empachao a versos papa
Agote tinta y papel
Llegue logre prosperar
Pa' acabar por conocer seres que creia admirar y llevaba en mi mp3
Y echo la vista para atrás
Y me he dado cuenta de que
Lo que es la felicidad al recordar y no ver
Tengo la necesidad de hablar ven y abrázame
Preguntar cómo te va
Por aquí todo va bien
Te quiero.

Papa

Your cache is a GPA
It's not worth it, there's no quality
I'm fed up with verses, papa
I've exhausted ink and paper
I arrived and managed to prosper
To end up meeting people I thought I admired and had on my mp3
And I look back
And I have realized that
What happiness is to remember and not see
I need to talk, come and hug me
Ask how you are
Everything is going well here
I have something to tell you
You're not going to believe it
Now I live off rap and I'm going to buy you that Hummer
It will be parked and brand new, and I'm not going to move it
I'll just watch, sitting in front of it, thinking that you're inside
Of my memory, you know, driving there, where we played as kids
Now I don't want to play
If not to rinse and gargle away the shit I swallowed back then, but if I have anything, it's peace of mind, not
Like those
Who only think about sounding good and kiss the feet of anyone who will give them what they want, come on, let's go to bed, it's almost dawn
We are who we are, but damn, until when?
I got up, don't think I fell alone, I decided to follow my own rhythm
With love for rhyming, like someone rowing with no fixed course
No apartment numbers or street codes, nothing to distract the hungry hounds who want to steal my prey
Even if nothing remains or I have too much, it will be mine because I'm a hunter
With more desire than talent
With the impotence of
Samuel Eto
This is killing me, I can't believe it, crazy, calm down, you explain, there I saw you
They're going on and on about something else
I came closer to hear what the movie was about
Even if nothing remains or I have too much
It will be mine because I'm a hunter
With more desire than talent
With the impotence of
Samuel Eto
This is killing me, I can't believe it, crazy, calm down, you explain, there I saw you
They're going on and on about something else
I came closer to hear what the movie was about
Your cache is a GPA, it's not worth it, there's no quality
I'm fed up with verses, papa
I've exhausted ink and paper
I arrived and managed to prosper
To end up meeting people I thought I admired and had on my mp3
And I look back
And I have realized that
What happiness is to remember and not see
I need to talk, come and hug me
Ask how you are
Everything is going well here
I love you.