Текст и перевод песни Al2 El Aldeano - Ke Malo Es Eso

Ke Malo Es Eso

Yoe!, vamo' allá,
Yo puedo... a ver como decirte, ou!
Yo soy como tu hermano...
Sólo te estoy diciendo lo que pienso... mira!

Que me perdonen (que cosa????) no quiero flores en mi tumba
Me conformo con saber que tuve una buena conducta ante la vida
Y sus adversidades deprimentes
Muy orgulloso de mi voy a esperar la muerte
Voy a ser siempre ese que no miente aunque le paguen
El padre de Aldo Daniel, el mismisimo hijo de ades
Que no cabe en el grupito de socio
Que cada palabras que hablan llevan sabor a negocio
Seguire siendo el mocoso aquel fiel a su fantasia
El que nunca le perreó a los hijos de la burguesia
Porque yo nunca fui pobre (jamás), pero tampoco rico
Y siempre supe que mi lugar era en la esquina no en un tico
Yo solito contra el mundo jugandome el pellejo
Sin los consejos del viejo porque el viejo siempre estuvo lejos
Lejos de ser un desgenerao un farsante
Sali hombrecito y rapero habiendo otras variantes
Jamas vi interesantes tus tenis y tu peugeot
Desde que descubri lo elegante que era siendo yo
Unos cuantos me cayeron en pandilla senti miedo
Pero ya estoy listo por si a estas altura lo intenta de nuevo
Le llevo una distancia no me descontrolan
Ni sus motorolas ni sus super-reproductoras
Ni su aire coca-colense que se vence aunque se piense
Que los mese vienen en converse mami no envejece no te piense
Mejor que nadie por tener dinero
Por tomar bucanero y no llevarte con el zapatero
Se sincero y dile a tu mujer lindon
Que no se apriete mas las tetas que peligra su circulacion
Circula leon que no encuentra mujer sincera
Porque a la hora de usar la imaginacion usas la billetera
Porque vas en tu carro tieso como un maniqui
Si cuando papi no te lo prestaba tu no eras asi
Y ese ataque repentino de finura que te ha dado
De pasar no saludar cerrarte y mirar de lado
Como si fueras distinto la vida asi no se asume
Si al final tu cagas mierda no frosen con perfume
Te consume la humildad esas bebidas caras
Para ti siempre es fin de semana chama nadie te ama
Cualquier dia llegas y vez a tu jeva excitada
Haciendose una paja a costilla de tu lindo lada

Esto es pa que todos eso creyentes
Que cuando tienen mucho superior se sienten
Pa to esa gente con complejo e maraja
Que viven en la boutique y se rien jajaja
Si a ja pa ustedes mismos
Pa los que son de martes y reparten su egoismo
Sigue reciclando el fisico midiendo por los signos
Que en mi horoscopo eres mierda aunque vengas manejando un lincon

Resumiendo nada brother todo tiene una medida
Antes camisa estruja ahora pullover a mitad de barriga
No digas que eso es moda y tu ignorancia frena
Que estas economizando modales ideales y telas
Que si se empieza a usar el culo en la cabeza
Seras el primero en comer en videl y cagar en la mesa
Que tu eres muy cubano como el ron y el son
Para que ahora te estes haciendo el europeo ni un king don
Se tu y sal del ditu que tus amigos van a estar
Hasta el dia que el alcohol no puedas garantizar-les
Solo te vas a quedar nadie ta va a saludar
Y a otros como tu tendras que perrear-les
Tremendo parle tronco e pinta wanikiki el pipi riki
Castigador de los miki mikis
Pipi pipi quitate y abre bien tu siquis
Que aun sigo hechando pilas pa las mikis
Si miraras mas alla de las apariencias hermano
Comprendieras que el dinero es mierda de inodoros caros
Que no hay mejor regalo que un abrazo sincero
Y que un calzoncillo de marca no hace el sexo mas placentero
Para subir al cielo se necesita siempre
Alguien que te haga compañia en tus fantasias me entiendes
Que te apoye que te siga que te encuentre
Asi que descarta a esas muchachas que se escotan hasta el vientre
No te compares mas conmigo tonto añejo
Que yo me miro por dentro tu te miras al espejo
Quieres un consejo revisa bien tu historia
Que hay otra imagen tuya tras los lentes de tu novia
No se puede ser escoria cuando un sentimiento apela
A favor de la verdad y de una amistad sincera
Que esperas reconoce cambia y vive
A tu manera como Aldo Roberto Rodriguez

Esto es pa que todos eso creyentes
Que cuando tienen mucho superior se sienten
Pa to esa gente con complejo e maraja
Que viven en la boutique y se rien jajaja
Si anja pa ustedes mismos
Pa los quie son de martes y reparten su egoismo
Sigue reciclando el fisico midiendo por los signos
Que en mi horoscopo eres mierda aunque vengas manejando un lincon

What A Bad Thing Is That

Yoe!, Let's go,
I can... let's see how to tell you, ou!
I'm like your brother...
I'm just telling you what I think... look!

Forgive me (what????) I don't want flowers on my grave
I'm content knowing I had good conduct in life
And its depressing adversities
Very proud of myself, I will await death
I will always be the one who doesn't lie, even if they pay him
Aldo Daniel's father, the very son of Hades
Who doesn't fit in the little group of partners
Whose every word they speak tastes like business
I will continue to be that kid, faithful to his fantasy
The one who never wagged his tail to the sons of the bourgeoisie
Because I was never poor (never), but I wasn't rich either
And I always knew my place was on the corner, not in a fancy car
Me against the world, risking my skin
Without the old man's advice, because the old man was always far away
Far from being a degenerate, a phony
I came out a little man and a rapper, having other options
I never saw anything interesting about your sneakers and your Peugeot
Since I discovered how elegant it was being me
A few of them jumped me in a gang, I felt fear
But I'm ready if they try it again at this point
I'm a distance ahead of them, they don't control me
Neither their Motorolas nor their super-players
Nor their Coca-Cola air that expires even if you think
That the months come in Converse, mommy doesn't age, don't think about yourself
Better than anyone because you have money
For drinking Bucanero and not hanging out with the shoemaker
Be honest and tell your pretty woman
Not to squeeze her tits any tighter, her circulation is in danger
Lion circulates who can't find a sincere woman
Because when it comes to using your imagination, you use your wallet
Because you go in your car stiff as a mannequin
When Daddy didn't lend it to you, you weren't like that
And this sudden attack of refinement that has come over you
Of passing by without greeting, closing yourself off and looking away
As if you were different, life isn't assumed like that
If in the end you shit, don't frost it with perfume
Humility consumes you, those expensive drinks
For you, it's always the weekend, kid, nobody loves you
Any day you arrive and see your girl excited
Smoking a joint thanks to your beautiful Lada

This is for all those believers
Who feel superior when they have a lot
For all those people with a complex from Maraja
Who live in the boutique and laugh jajaja
Yes haha, for yourselves
For those who are from Tuesday and spread their selfishness
Keep recycling your physique, measuring by the signs
That in my horoscope you are shit even if you come driving a Lincoln

Summing up, nothing, brother, everything has a measure
Before, a wrinkled shirt, now a pullover halfway down your belly
Don't say that's fashion and your ignorance holds you back
That you're saving on manners, ideals, and fabrics
That if you start wearing your ass on your head
You'll be the first to eat at the table and shit on the table
That you are very Cuban like rum and son
So don't pretend to be European now, not even a King Don
Be yourself and get out of the club, your friends will be there
Until the day you can no longer guarantee them alcohol
You'll be left alone, no one will greet you
And you'll have to fight with others like you
Tremendous talk, trunk and paint, Waikiki, the rich kid
Punisher of the Miki Mikis
Pipi pipi, take it off and open your mind
That I'm still putting in the effort for the girls
If you looked beyond appearances, brother
You would understand that money is shit from expensive toilets
That there is no better gift than a sincere hug
And that designer underwear doesn't make sex more pleasurable
To go up to heaven you always need
Someone to keep you company in your fantasies, you understand
Who supports you, who follows you, who finds you
So rule out those girls who get tanned down to their bellies
Don't compare yourself to me anymore, you silly old fool
I look at myself inside, you look in the mirror
You want some advice? Review your history well
There's another image of you behind your girlfriend's glasses
You can't be scum when a feeling appeals
In favor of the truth and a sincere friendship
What are you waiting for? Recognize it, change, and live
Your way, like Aldo Roberto Rodriguez

This is for all those believers
Who feel superior when they have a lot
For all those people with a complex from Maraja
Who live in the boutique and laugh jajaja
Yes haha, for yourselves
For those who are from Tuesday and spread their selfishness
Keep recycling your physique, measuring by the signs
That in my horoscope you are shit even if you come driving a Lincoln