Текст и перевод песни Al Safir - Animal

Animal

Me están mirando mal like si fuera un animal
Puta pero es que lo soy que os voy a contar
A veces voy de claro y otras de subliminal
Pero no suelto una barra perro que no sea real

Ey boy no se ni que tengo de cache
Me la maman pero me odian y me aman como al Che
Y yo me he quedao sin coche porque ayer me la enganché
Pero me he comprao otro carro con mis cachos check

Quien lo diría en Leganitos hace años
Pegándole patadas a las barras pa' ir al baño
Que me la come loco ya se que me suben
Si llevo con las mismas desde takeando en la Grume

Mis cadenas son falsas pero lucen que lo flipas
Tú con to'l oro que llevas puesto sigues siendo un pipa
Yo no necesito combo pa prender la dinamita
Porque tengo a mi hermanito con el Zippo haciendo chispas

Fuck que no te guste te lo comes entero
La comida no se tira socio vale dinero
Ando con mi chándal to petao de agujeros
Eyo zorra
Quítame la pena o me la huelo

Aka Chavela calidad de favela
Yo sigo enamorao de la que no me camela
Y le canto penas
Le quito el filtro le meto el cartón
Y me escribo otra canción en el ojo de la humareda

Sin cheddar
Cuento con lo justo apunto deudas
Mis bros antes andaban con sprays ahora con neuras
Ya no busco pleito reviento iceolator
Y le pego cada calada que me rajo la pleura

Animal

They look at me bad, like I'm some kind of animal
Bitch, but that's what I am, what am I gonna tell you?
Sometimes I'm straightforward, sometimes I'm subliminal
But I don't drop a bar, dog, that ain't real

Hey boy, I don't even know what I got for cache
They suck my dick, but they hate me and they love me like Che
And I'm left without a car because I got busted yesterday
But I bought myself another ride with my own cash, check

Who would have said it, in Leganitos years ago
Kicking the bars to go to the bathroom
She eats me crazy, I know they're up
If I'm with the same ones since I was taking it in La Grume

My chains are fake, but they shine, you'd flip
You with all the gold you're wearing, you're still a dope
I don't need a combo to light the dynamite
Because I got my little brother with the Zippo making sparks

Fuck that you don't like it, you eat it whole
Food doesn't get thrown away, partner, it's worth money
I'm rocking my tracksuit, all tattered with holes
Hey, bitch
Take away the pain or I'll smell it

Aka Chavela, quality of a favela
I'm still in love with the one who doesn't love me back
And I sing her sorrows
I take away the filter, I put in the cardboard
And I write myself another song in the eye of the smoke

Without cheddar
I count on just enough, I'm on the verge of debt
My bros used to walk around with sprays, now they're neurotic
I don't look for a fight anymore, I blow up the iceolator
And I take every puff that rips my pleura