Текст и перевод песни Al Safir feat. Nasta - Carretera (feat. Nasta)

Carretera (feat. Nasta)

No me mientas en la cara ni juegues a cosas raras
Yo soy la tormenta mejor cosas claras
Apenas tiempo pa' nada café a las cuatro madrugada
Caminos de hielo los convertí en lava

Solía rapear para Carol para Sara
Siempre con jodedores siempre con Macnamara
Yo nací con tara nada se equipara
Tu motor se gripa y el mío se da a la fuga y espantada

Vengo de un bloque caliente cuecen las habas
Familias pobres robando a gente adinerada
Y tú no estabas y tú no estabas
Tu rap de calle maricón aquí no entraba

Aquí se entraba en prisión o de mozo de almacén
Aqui te comes el marrón no saboreas pastel
Tu quieres miel comételo
Al Safir NST suena bien?
Ya sabes perra mámalo

Carretera
Subo las revoluciones me meto en la niebla
Subo el volumen y no oigo una mierda
Me la chupabas mientras conducía te acuerdas?

Te voy a tirar porque tengo que tirarte
Teníamos un trato y tú no quieres acordarte
A mi me da igual yo siempre he tirao' pa' alante
Me quieres parar vas a tener que matarme

Ya no guardo rencor
Guardo la trasta en el cajón y media placa pa' eso de soltar vapor
Abajo tengo otras dos... cientas
Sois unos mataos' y no pasáis ni por la puerta

Yo sigo dando vueltas fumando miel
Cada noche soltando el humo en otra piel
Dejo de entenderos como en Babel
Tampoco me hace falta estoy bien

Subo pal' estudio pa' montar la de Dios
Para fumar como dos los ojos chinos como en campos de arroz

Caminos de hielo los convertí en lava
Gu- Guardo la trasta en el cajón y media placa pa' eso de
Al Sa- Al Safir NST suena bien sue- suena bien
Me- Me la chupabas mientras conducía te acuer-te acuerdas te acuerdas

Highway (feat. Nasta)

Don't lie to my face or play silly games
I am the storm, better things are clear
Barely time for anything, coffee at four in the morning
I turned icy roads into lava

I used to rap for Carol, for Sara
Always with assholes, always with Macnamara
I was born flawed, nothing compares
Your engine seizes up and mine takes off in a panicked flight

I come from a hot block where beans are cooked
Poor families robbing wealthy people
And you weren't there, you weren't there
Your street rap, faggot, wouldn't fly here

Here you went to prison or became a warehouse worker
Here you eat the shit, you don't taste cake
You want honey? Eat it.
Al Safir NST sounds good?
You know, bitch, suck it

Highway
I raise the revs, I go into the fog
I turn up the volume and I can't hear shit
You were sucking me off while I was driving, remember?

I'm going to dump you because I have to dump you
We had a deal and you don't want to remember
I don't care, I've always moved forward
You want to stop me, you're going to have to kill me

I don't hold grudges anymore
I keep the piece in the drawer and half a clip for releasing steam
Downstairs I have two more... hundred
You're all losers and you don't even get through the door

I keep spinning, smoking honey
Every night releasing the smoke on another skin
I stop understanding you like in Babel
I don't need to, I'm fine

I go up to the studio to make a godly one
To smoke like two, eyes squinted like in rice fields

I turned icy roads into lava
I- I keep the piece in the drawer and half a clip for
Al Sa- Al Safir NST sounds good sou- sounds good
Yo- You were sucking me off while I was driving, remem- remember remember