Текст и перевод песни Akaise - Don Gato (White Willy Remix)

Don Gato (White Willy Remix)

Tiro para queli, despues del bolo
Hoy no comi y llego al barrio roto
Me huele el dedo a toto tu boca a mi escroto
Tienes mucha envidia loco te lo noto
Poto lo que bebo, pago lo que debo
Se como funciona son ya casi 10 en el juego
Los plays y la fama no definen un estilo
Yo estoy con mis seis en la sala haciendo ruido
He ido, y venido, he vencido a mis demonios
Creci donde no pisan los que no saben ser lobos
De globo, te robo, en el bolo me resbalo
Si hablamos de mi rap tu lo tienes complicado
La pelota en mi tejado, rap deteriorado
Dorado, apurado tu guion milimetrado
Me trabo, improviso, te piso lo que grabo
Meto dobles voces y te lo regalo
Un halo de colores vivos, latidos
De cuerpos que se chocan desvestidos
Estiro mi energía para hacer eventos frescos
Donde acuden los mcs a soltar buenos directos
Pero no me jodas ya no estamos para bromas
Yo escribo real hasta los puntos y las comas
Eso se nota, es cifrado neto
Hoy mis referentes ya me dieron su respeto
Estate quieto, que toco con clase y con acierto
Advierto que tu no sabes de que va el respeti
Ven compadre que yo siempre tengo hueco
Pa todo el que la goza con el rap en mi concierto
Tengo para rato, de madrid don gato,
Ato mis zapatos a mi no me dieron mucho
Pero supe usar mis cartas y las balas del cartucho
He dicho, salud para mi hermano y pa mi chucho
Me pone pachucho el chocho que teneis montao
Escribiendo en un comentario del tubo mientras chupo un colacao,
Me has pillao en bata,
Atado a esta movida que me lleva de cabeza hasta el psiquiatra

Don Gato (White Willy Remix)

I'm shooting for that birdie, after I drop by
Today I didn't eat and I arrive to my neighborhood broke
Your breath smells like a **[Male Body Part]** and your mouth smells like my **[Male Body Part]**
You're so jealous, dude, I can tell
What I drink is my business, I pay what I owe
I know how this works, I'm almost 10 in the game
Plays and fame don't define a style
I'm with my six in the living room making noise
I've come, and gone, I've defeated my demons
I grew up where those who don't know how to be wolves don't step foot
Like a balloon, I rob you, I slide on the stage
If we talk about my rap, you'll have a hard time
The ball is in my court, deteriorated rap
Gilded, in a hurry, your script is precisely planned
I trip up, I improvise, I step on what you record
I put in double voices and I give it to you as a gift
A halo of bright colors, beats
Of bodies that collide, undressed
I stretch my energy to make cool events
Where MCs come to drop great live performances
But don't mess with me, we're not here to joke anymore
I write real down to the periods and commas
You can tell, it's encrypted
Today my references have already given me their respect
Be quiet, because I play with class and accuracy
I warn you that you don't know what respect is about
Come, my friend, because I always have room
For everyone who enjoys rap at my concert
I've got a long way to go, from Madrid, Don Gato,
I lace up my shoes, I wasn't given much
But I knew how to use my cards and the bullets in the cartridge
I said, health to my brother and to my dog
The **** you've whipped up makes me sick
Writing in a comment on the tube while I sip on a chocolate milk,
You caught me in my dressing gown,
Tied to this thing that's driving me crazy