Текст и перевод песни Abraham Vazquez feat. Manuel Torres - Primer Melón (feat. Manuel Torres)

Primer Melón (feat. Manuel Torres)

Arriba de la troca me pongo a forjar
Los guachos y marina sé que me quieren trenzar
Andamos zumbe y zumbe controlando la ciudad
Paquete los güeritos nos piden intercambiar

Rumbos del vecindario donde todo pasó
Morrito de la calle, ya pegó el primer millón
Ahora anda copeteando rascando a su melón
La hierbita esta fresca dandole su toquezón

Ahora me toca andar bien, creo que ya la tengo ganada
Hay unos que en su mente piensan que esto está pelada
Seguimos dando guerra con la troca bien tumbada
Quieren que les conteste pero no entran las llamadas

Porque de donde vengo no se aceptan mitoteros
Dicen que lo inventaron nosotros fuimos primero
Pero se los regalo, crédito pinche embustero
Aquí sobra la lírica para darles de a cordero

Ya sabe compa Manuel
Y échele chngazos mi carnal Abraham (Así nomás)
Ya sabe, pa′ que entienda

Porque andamos de fiesta sobra descansar
A menos que se oponga el sol no diga pa' accionar
Recuerdo por la escuela cuando un tiro se prendió
Atrás en la salida nos dabamos un tocón

Después vino la droga y creo que me gustó
Un morrito se juntaba con todo un gran clicon
Los bravos exponentes metian gramo por tostón
Yo dobletié la merca, le he eche tapa al narizón

Los güeritos del norte compran kilos, les vendemos
Por eso en la calle casi nunca nos movemos
Prefiero hacer mas feria para hacer esto primero
Me facina este jale de andar haciendo dinero

Ahora me toca andar bien creo que ya la tengo ganada
Hay unos que en su mente piensan que esto esta pelada
Seguimos dando guerra con la troca bien tumbada
Quieren que les conteste pero no entran las llamadas

First Melon (feat. Manuel Torres)

I get myself forging on top of the truck
The cops and marines, I know they want to braid me
We're buzzing around controlling the city
The fair-skinned guys ask us to exchange packages

The neighborhood paths where everything happened
A street kid, already made a million
Now he's partying hard, scratching his melon
The herb is fresh, giving it a kick

Now it's my turn to do well, I think I've already won
There are some who think this is easy
We keep fighting with the truck hitting hard
They want me to answer, but the calls don't come through

Because where I come from, snitches aren't accepted
They say we invented it, we were first
But I'll give it to them, you lying credit hog
Here's some extra lyrics to feed you mutton

You know what, Manuel
And go crazy, my friend Abraham (That's it)
You know, so you understand

Because we're partying, no time for rest
Unless the sun opposes, don't say anything to act
I remember at school when a gunshot went off
We'd hang out in the back by the exit

Then came the drugs, and I think I liked it
A kid got together with a whole big clique
The tough guys were selling grams for cheap
I doubled the product, I'm the one who snorted the nose

The fair-skinned guys from the north buy kilos, we sell them
That's why we hardly ever move on the street
I prefer to make more money to do this first
I love this hustle of making money

Now it's my turn to do well, I think I've already won
There are some who think this is easy
We keep fighting with the truck hitting hard
They want me to answer, but the calls don't come through