Текст и перевод песни Aiman JR - Madrid

Madrid

(Gabbi mafia)

Empecé en esto, no vo' a dejar esto ni por un millón
Yo sé que molesto, no soy como el resto, le' pisé el talón
Sé que sueno fresco, solo falta un gesto, chuto como balón
Siempre 'toy puesto, para ser honesto, acaba' en sillón

En la backpack siempre siete
El portero chuta y vete
De Marseille llegan paquete'
Tout français, you do arrêté
No hay na', solo billete'
Busco pan, pa' aquel filete
Como vale dije al tete
Khobz Ed Dar, no hay baguette

Lo' ponga a bailar claquet
Oeh oeh, de ma9el l bled
Paquete' son má' de tre'
Fils de— mon ami frappé la tête
Busco money, hasta estar bien
Tinta y boli, cuando me ven
Tengo hobbie', y to' son fresh
De Morocco, o de Chanel

[?] parezco mosca, ahora toca vida loca
Noches escuchando a Niska, no desembucha' la boca
Atrá' yo tengo a la tropa, pero a ninguno lo atrapan
Todos masca', látex, bla-bla, se ven el día de mañana

En la backpack siempre siete
El portero chuta y vete
De Marseille llegan paquete'
Tout français, you do arrêté
No hay na', solo billete'
Busco pan pa' aquel filete
Como vale dije al tete
Khobz Ed Dar, no hay baguette

Yo estaba senta'o, con dos a mi la'o, ninguno de estos se acuerda
Me llaman infla'o, la fama he gana'o, hasta que tense la cuerda
Alguno para'o, yo estoy enfoca'o, nadie me lo echó en cuenta
Me llaman Falcao, o mejor Coentrão, que no llegan ni al 90'
Co-Cobro yo lo que cobras tú, ahora hazlo por diez
Me toca pasar cosas que tú ahora hablas por diez
Si España se ve más que antes, ahora te lo crees
Pero cuando no se veía antes, cantaban tres
Pero si tengo venta, LP zona 480, ay-ay
Al papi la renta le pagué, con meno' de 30, oue-oue
Alguno' lo intentan, 17 moví maleta', jeje
Algo parece en venta, mente blue, te aficiona' al violeta

Hablan baba', buscan fama
Busco lana, deja el drama
Hablan baba', buscan fama
Busco lana, deja el drama
Hablan baba', buscan fama
Busco lana, deja el drama
Ha-Hablan baba', buscan fama
Busco lana, deja el drama
En la backpack siempre siete
El portero chuta y vete
De Marseille llegan paquete'
Tout français, you do arrêté
No hay na', solo billete'
Busco pan pa' aquel filete
Como vale

Madrid

(Gabbi mafia)

I started in this, I'm not going to quit this, not even for a million
I know I'm annoying, I'm not like the rest, I stepped on their heels
I know I sound fresh, it just takes one gesture, I suck like a ball
I'm always on, to be honest, you'll end up on the couch

In the backpack, always seven
The goalkeeper kicks and go away
Packages are arriving from Marseille
Tout français, you do arrêté
There's nothing, only tickets
Looking for bread, for that steak
As it's worth it, I said to the dude
Khobz Ed Dar, there's no baguette

I'll make them dance claquet
Oeh oeh, from ma9el l bled
Packages are more than three
Fils de— my friend hit his head
Looking for money, until I'm good
Ink and pen, when they see me
I have hobbies, and they are all fresh
From Morocco, or Chanel

[?] I look like a fly, now it's time for crazy life
Nights listening to Niska, I don't open my mouth
I have the troop behind me, but none of them get caught
Everyone chews, latex, blah blah, they'll see each other tomorrow

In the backpack, always seven
The goalkeeper kicks and go away
Packages are arriving from Marseille
Tout français, you do arrêté
There's nothing, only tickets
Looking for bread for that steak
As it's worth it, I said to the dude
Khobz Ed Dar, there's no baguette

I was sitting down, with two by my side, none of them remember
They call me cocky, I've earned fame, until I tighten the rope
Some stopped, I'm focused, nobody took it into account
They call me Falcao, or better Coentrão, who don't even reach 90'
Co- I charge what you charge, now do it for ten
I have to go through things that you now talk about for ten
If Spain is seen more than before, now you believe it
But when it wasn't seen before, three sang
But if I have a sale, LP zone 480, ay-ay
I paid daddy the rent, under 30, oue-oue
Some try it, I moved 17 suitcases, hehe
Something seems for sale, blue mind, you get hooked on violet

They talk nonsense, they seek fame
I'm looking for wool, leave the drama
They talk nonsense, they seek fame
I'm looking for wool, leave the drama
They talk nonsense, they seek fame
I'm looking for wool, leave the drama
Th-They talk nonsense, they seek fame
I'm looking for wool, leave the drama
In the backpack, always seven
The goalkeeper kicks and go away
Packages are arriving from Marseille
Tout français, you do arrêté
There's nothing, only tickets
Looking for bread for that steak
As it's worth it