Paroles et traduction SFDK - Phanton

Phanton

No tiene miedo a morir, a morir
No tiene miedo a morir, a morir

Phantom, oye como canto,
Mantén a tu peñita sentadita en los bancos
Trae mas grifa que no da pa tanto, tu eres tonto
Se están repartiendo los tantos
Me da risa, piden pasta de adelanto,
Cosas de mayores en autores tu eres manco,
Canco, te faltan huevos como a Franco,
Tira de aquí, o a la de tres me levanto.
Una, te bajo de la luna.
Dos, te dejo haciendo beat box.
Digo tres, colega te la pique un pez,
Estilo de mierda no llega a fin de mes.
No se que fuma, el hijo puta no da una,
Quiere convencernos de su vida bajuna,
Big Dogg le hace la presa el antipop
Ponme una cerveza con espuma.
Tiene unas Puma feas, un chaquetón de pluma,
Tiene la cara de cabrón y algunas lagunas
Y siempre suma, aunque sea con los deos,
Te lanza una torta en la puerta el aseo.
(¡huuu!)bibidi babidi bu
Funck, regee, jazz con un toque de blues
Es el sur, así que sube al autobús,
Tu, tu antifaz y tu crew (¡yaw!).

No tiene miedo a morir,
Si eres un manta, mira que llantas,
Concuzco este bemeta en camiseta de tiranta.
No tiene miedo a morir,
Tiene una catana y tu la quieres catar,
Te va a deja en un tacataca en la primera estacá.

No tiene miedo a morir,
Hasta que veas mas, si no te calmas,
Te esta mirando phanton con la cara de fantasma.
No tiene miedo a morir,
Sube la ventana que te va a acatarrá,
Porque si bajo mi ventana suena ratatatá tá.

Ando por la calle con la cara tapá,
Con la capucha del chandal, con la cabeza agachá.
Y si lleva un hacha, es que viene a despachá,
Despacha a la gente que está en la puerta Pacha
Es que está mu cacha el tío, notas que se agacha,
Es porque echa de menos tener cacho entre las cachas
No el mio, espectáculo en las canchas,
Mi curriculum no tiene manchas.
Hice mi maqueta sampleando a Saap
Llevo toa la vida con el boom y el clap,
Dios mío, esta moto va a estallá,
Se llama Phantom, sufre de la próstata.
Zumbio, que te acabo de enviá,
Colega el libro sigue siendo mío tu echate p'allá ya,
No vea si me raya y si se mete raya el tío,
Normá que no se haya quedao dormio.
Ese estilo vuestro me canta,
Canto con heridas de arma blanca,
SFDK desbanca a la banca
Tu disco si es malo no está ni en la manta.
Este estilo nuestro te encanta,
Canto y las manos levantas
SFDK desbanca a la banca
Mi disco es la polla su hermano eso es canca.

No tiene miedo a morir,
Si eres un manta, mira que llantas,
Concuzco este bemeta en camiseta de tiranta.
No tiene miedo a morir,
Tiene una catana y tu la quieres catar,
Te va a deja en un tacataca en la primera estacá.

No tiene miedo a morir,
Hasta que veas mas, si no te calmas,
Te esta mirando phanton con la cara de fantasma.
No tiene miedo a morir,
Sube la ventana que te va a acatarrá,
Porque si bajo mi ventana suena ratatatá tá.

Phanton, la vida me espanta,
De pronto te haces viejo y estaSs jugando a la petanca,
Tus cagá son unas cuantas,
Deja de rapeá porque ya nadie te aguanta.
Te caes de la cama y no te levantas,
Piensas que es una mas de muchas tantas,
Te pones a escribí y te dan las tantas,
Se corre la tinta y se monta una estampa.
Te da por hacerte un gran pa
Hecha la lefa en una galleta y te la zampas,
El de la tienda te tiende una trampa,
Después viene hacienda y te manda a la Pampa.
Después de la tormenta siempre escampa,
Escribes con el barro de las bambas,
Si bajas aquí te picará la mamba,
Sube al autobús y canta el "chilli, chilli, bam, bam"
Regresan los colores de la banda,
Phantom, dicen que usa la polla de bufanda,
Que tu crew se la trae bien blanda,
Aunque ande fumando esa puta ganja de Holanda.
Mando mi demanda, tu que vas andá
Yo te amarro a la baranda,
Como un burro en la puerta'l baile voy ciego,
Phanton desaparece y hasta luego.

No tiene miedo a morir,
Si eres un manta, mira que llantas,
Concuzco este bemeta en camiseta de tiranta.
No tiene miedo a morir,
Tiene una catana y tu la quieres catar,
Te va a deja en un tacataca en la primera estacá.

No tiene miedo a morir,
Hasta que veas mas, si no te calmas,
Te esta mirando phanton con la cara de fantasma.
No tiene miedo a morir,
Sube la ventana que te va a acatarrá,
Porque si bajo mi ventana suena ratatatá tá. Phanton

Phantom

He ain't afraid of dying, of dying
He ain't afraid of dying, of dying

Phantom, listen to how I sing,
Keep your crew sitting tight on the benches
Bring more weed, it ain't enough, you're a fool
The points are being dealt
It makes me laugh, they ask for advance money,
Adult things in songwriting, you're a one-armed bandit,
Dude, you lack balls like Franco,
Get out of here, or on the count of three I'm getting up.
One, I'll bring you down from the moon.
Two, I'll leave you beatboxing.
I say three, buddy, a fish will bite you,
Your shitty style won't make it to the end of the month.
I don't know what he smokes, the son of a bitch doesn't give a damn,
He wants to convince us of his lowlife life,
Big Dogg preys on him, the anti-pop
Get me a beer with foam.
He has ugly Pumas, a down jacket,
He has a bastard face and some blackouts
And he always adds up, even with his fingers,
He throws a cake at you at the bathroom door.
(¡huuu!) bibbidi babidi bu
Funk, reggae, jazz with a touch of blues
It's the south, so get on the bus,
You, your mask and your crew (¡yaw!).

He ain't afraid of dying,
If you're a loser, look at those tires,
I'll crash this Beemer in a tank top.
He ain't afraid of dying,
He has a katana and you want to taste it,
He'll leave you in a wheelchair at the first stake.

He ain't afraid of dying,
Until you see more, if you don't calm down,
Phantom is looking at you with a ghost face.
He ain't afraid of dying,
Roll up the window, you'll catch a cold,
Because if I roll down my window it sounds like ratatatá tá.

I walk down the street with my face covered,
With the hood of my tracksuit, with my head down.
And if he's carrying an axe, he's coming to dispatch,
Dispatch the people who are at the door of Pacha
The dude is so horny, you notice he bends down,
It's because he misses having a piece between his cheeks
Not mine, spectacle on the courts,
My resume has no stains.
I made my demo sampling Saap
I've been with the boom and the clap all my life,
Oh my God, this bike is gonna blow up,
His name is Phantom, he suffers from the prostate.
Buzzed, I just sent you,
Buddy, the book is still mine, get out of here,
Don't see if he scratches me and if the dude does coke,
It's normal that he hasn't fallen asleep.
That style of yours sings to me,
I sing with stab wounds,
SFDK unseats the bank
Your album, if it's bad, is not even on the blanket.
This style of ours enchants you,
I sing and you raise your hands
SFDK unseats the bank
My album is the bomb, your brother's is crap.

He ain't afraid of dying,
If you're a loser, look at those tires,
I'll crash this Beemer in a tank top.
He ain't afraid of dying,
He has a katana and you want to taste it,
He'll leave you in a wheelchair at the first stake.

He ain't afraid of dying,
Until you see more, if you don't calm down,
Phantom is looking at you with a ghost face.
He ain't afraid of dying,
Roll up the window, you'll catch a cold,
Because if I roll down my window it sounds like ratatatá tá.

Phantom, life scares me,
Suddenly you get old and you're playing petanque,
You've screwed up a few times,
Stop rapping because nobody can stand you anymore.
You fall out of bed and you don't get up,
You think it's just another one of many,
You start writing and it gets late,
The ink runs and a picture is formed.
You feel like making a big mess
You pour the sperm on a cookie and you eat it,
The guy at the store sets a trap for you,
Then the tax office comes and sends you to the Pampas.
After the storm it always clears up,
You write with the mud from your sneakers,
If you come down here the mamba will bite you,
Get on the bus and sing "chilli, chilli, bam, bam"
The colors of the gang return,
Phantom, they say he uses his dick as a scarf,
That your crew is soft,
Even though they smoke that damn Dutch weed.
I send my demand, you who are walking
I tie you to the railing,
Like a donkey at the door of the dance I go blind,
Phantom disappears and see you later.

He ain't afraid of dying,
If you're a loser, look at those tires,
I'll crash this Beemer in a tank top.
He ain't afraid of dying,
He has a katana and you want to taste it,
He'll leave you in a wheelchair at the first stake.

He ain't afraid of dying,
Until you see more, if you don't calm down,
Phantom is looking at you with a ghost face.
He ain't afraid of dying,
Roll up the window, you'll catch a cold,
Because if I roll down my window it sounds like ratatatá tá. Phantom