Paroles et traduction Triple XXX - Ya no te akuerda?

Ya no te akuerda?

La vida es una puta mierda!
¿Te gustan los billetes verdad?
Ya no te acuerdas lo de "mama que te voy a sangrar",
Vender al paleto del barrio pa poder fuma,
Y decir a trapichear, pa poder pagar,
Ya no te acuerdas chaval, to lo que hay que mamá,
Si querias ropa guapa iba al corte ingles a manga,
Salí con cien duros en la cartera, y volver con mas,
Irme a la costa a pega palos, pa poder jala,
Lo que hay compadre, lo que la vida ma enseñao,
No se puede ir de listo, pero tampoco de alobao,
Ahora to lo que tengo canijo me lo he currao,
Soy mu brujo mi mierda y mi tema a mi lao,
Oye primo, haciendo amigo y enemigo me suda la polla chaval,
Yo sigo mi camino, esperando dar el bombazo,
Liar el pepino..., he mamao he tragao pero las tengo toas conmigo...

Me acuerdo ya hommie cuando no teníamos na,
Cuando la vida solo era tumbao en el sofá,
Cuando la vieja en su cuarto no paraba de llorar;
Porque tas echo una mierda y no te levantas chaval?.
To me va fatal, nadie me viene a ayuda tiene que currártelo solo,
Y no dar marcha a atras, estoy metió en un boquete, y no me pueden salvá,
Son muchas noches en la cama sin pará de soñar,
Llegara algún día, en que la gente no se ría,
Ahora que ven que yo he conseguio lo que pretendía,
Ma costao media vida, perdío en la noche fria,
Descarrilao y sin vía, creyendo que era la mía,
No te acuerdas canija lo que tu antes me decía,
Que lo que yo estaba viviendo era una fantasía,
Que ser cantante de rap, era solo una movida,
12 años en el micro no son tontería es mi vida,

Ya no te acuerdas cuando no había na de na,
Cuando la fama que tenias no era por cantar,
Salí a la calle a trapichear, a vende a tanga,
Y a buscarme la life...

Ya no te acuerdas cuando no había na de na,
Cuando la fama que tenias no era por cantar,
Salí a la calle a trapichear, a vende a tanga,
Y a buscarme la life...

Mientra escribo esto pienso en mi colega Spain aqui fuera, el adentro,
El talego no es pa ti, homie,
Cabrones quereis echarle mierda no ay cojones,
Pilla un pez gordo, chungo, mana de maricones,
Juega con fuego y quemate, fire,
Cerdos como tu no me asustan, enga ya, yo llevo mucho
Andao mucho palo mamao, las esposas la conozco
Y las porras en el costao, monstro,
Solo cuento lo que soy,
Son mucho años de mierda asta hoy, y aqui estoy
Con un single en la calle compi,
No me olvido de los tiempos de perros,
Es asin, cuando tiene, mas quieres,
Cuando mas tienes mucho mas quieres,
Hasta que no te acuerdad de quien eres,
Asta que se te olvida de donde vienes,
Asta que el subidon de mortadela te ciege,
Te acuerdas como iba el tema de la calle?
Esto es trapi, esto es trapi, cusha esto es trapi,
Esto es trapi,
De acuerdo ves cuando el rap era rap y na ma
Ni underground ni comercial ni funky tal y cual,
Antes no abian etiquetas, solo un micro y un chaval,
Esa mierda no sirve pa ve quien es mas real,
Aji lo llevas chulo triple xxx tiene de to, tenemos
Mesa hip flow freestyle,
Tu quiere tema con este mc nunca vais a parar
De abla de mi, estoy aqui por el show bis y por mi family,
Spanish traigo un shit de malaga city,
No me llamo bugidown pero tengo my filosophy
Rap weno y, no quiero vero por aqui
Quien tiene la culpa de lo que pasa en el pais
Seran discograficas managers o mc's, no,
No police please dejadme que os enseñe que camino ay que segui...

Ya no te acuerdas cuando no había na de na,
Cuando la fama que tenias no era por cantar,
Salí a la calle a trapichear, a vende a tanga,
Y a buscarme la life...

Ya no te acuerdas cuando no había na de na,
Cuando la fama que tenias no era por cantar,
Salí a la calle a trapichear, a vende a tanga,
Y a buscarme la life...

Don't you remember?

Life is a fucking bitch!
You like money, don't you?
Don't you remember "Mom, I'm gonna bleed you dry"?
Selling to the neighborhood fool so I could smoke,
And saying "gotta hustle" to be able to pay,
Don't you remember, dude, all that Mom had to do,
If you wanted nice clothes, you went to El Corte Ingles to steal,
I went out with a hundred bucks in my wallet, and came back with more,
Went to the coast to work my ass off, to be able to smoke,
What's up, man, what life has taught me,
You can't play smart, but you can't play dumb either,
Now everything I have, kid, I've earned,
I'm a wizard, my shit and my music are by my side,
Listen, cousin, making friends and enemies, I don't give a fuck, dude,
I'm following my path, waiting to make a splash,
To hit the jackpot... I've sucked, I've swallowed, but I have it all with me...

I remember, homie, when we had nothing,
When life was just lying on the couch,
When the old lady in her room wouldn't stop crying;
Why are you a mess and won't get up, dude?.
Everything is going wrong, nobody comes to help, you have to work it out yourself,
And don't back down, I'm stuck in a hole, and they can't save me,
So many nights in bed without stopping dreaming,
The day will come when people won't laugh,
Now that they see that I have achieved what I wanted,
It cost me half my life, lost in the cold night,
Derailed and without a track, believing it was mine,
Don't you remember, baby girl, what you used to tell me,
That what I was living was a fantasy,
That being a rap singer was just a thing,
12 years on the mic is not nonsense, it's my life,

Don't you remember when there was nothing at all,
When the fame you had wasn't for singing,
I went out to hustle, to sell, to dance,
And to find my life...

Don't you remember when there was nothing at all,
When the fame you had wasn't for singing,
I went out to hustle, to sell, to dance,
And to find my life...

While I'm writing this I'm thinking about my buddy Spain out here, inside,
Jail is not for you, homie,
Bastards want to throw dirt on him, there's no way,
Catch a big fish, tough guy, bunch of faggots,
Play with fire and get burned, fire,
Pigs like you don't scare me, come on, I've been through a lot
Walked a lot, sucked a lot, I know the handcuffs
And the batons on the side, monster,
I'm just telling you what I am,
It's been a lot of shitty years until today, and here I am
With a single on the street, buddy,
I don't forget the hard times,
That's how it is, when you have it, you want more,
When you have more, you want much more,
Until you don't remember who you are,
Until you forget where you came from,
Until the high blinds you,
You remember how the street thing was?
This is trap, this is trap, yo this is trap,
This is trap,
Right, you see when rap was rap and nothing else
Neither underground nor commercial nor funky, just as it is,
There were no labels before, just a mic and a kid,
That shit doesn't work to see who's more real,
That's how you do it, cool Triple XXX has it all, we have
Table hip flow freestyle,
You want a song with this MC, you'll never stop
Talking about me, I'm here for the encore and for my family,
Spanish, I bring shit from Malaga city,
My name is not Buju Banton but I have my philosophy
Good rap, and I don't want to see you around here
Who is to blame for what's happening in the country
Will it be record companies, managers or MCs? No,
No police please let me show you which way to go...

Don't you remember when there was nothing at all,
When the fame you had wasn't for singing,
I went out to hustle, to sell, to dance,
And to find my life...

Don't you remember when there was nothing at all,
When the fame you had wasn't for singing,
I went out to hustle, to sell, to dance,
And to find my life...