Текст и перевод песни Alex Orellana feat. Lucas Pulcro & Stash House Beats - Undercover

Undercover

Evita la llorera cuando no te sienten
Te pica la mollera, estoy dejando liendres
Le gritan "mo' better!" a Spike, Snipes y Denzel
Se siente un go getter (boy) pero es Royston Drenthe
Me dijo "boys don't cry", ¡miente!
Estoy en el top del London Eye y aquí solo hay corriente
Quédate el bolso Fendi a juego con el cuero del Cayenne
Quiero un filete Kobe sobre el fuego 'e la sartén
Soy un paladín a la caza del adalid de la raza
Mover choco no es mover Paladín a la taza
Caes en la trampa del queso si mangas eso
Y se calientan tus gemelos como el pelo en el manganeso
A mi no me atenaza la carne que te estimula
Si mi fe se basa en no rezarle a siete figuras
No me mal interpretes, quiero money pa' mis tetes
Pero no sueño con Rockefeller como Jaani Getter
De fuera llegan emojis de fuego
Mi ego no se cela, ya me bajo yo los humos, Khabib a McGregor
No salto salvo que se ponga a juego pan
Rapean mejor que tú dos calvos como Zidane
No quiero un armario lleno, quiero su talega llena
'Parma' bio y centeno, el dinero en la alacena
No quiero el Ferrari, no, quiero una Hymer beige
Me siento en un terrario, lleno de vipers and snakes

Orellana y Pulcro hermano se viene jaleo
Rapeo de ensueño, te conecto con Morfeo
Con la actitud de Adesanya en el careo
La historia de mi vida esquivar balas como Neo
Quiero la combi completa, entero el lote
El único draco que has visto ha sido en Harry Potter
Con 24, os pongo a menear el bigote
Al escupir parece un drive-by con una Chopper
Lo que te digo es verídico, non fiction
El juego lleno de falsos me sacan de quicio
Mi brother, tú sigue metiendo pistas en el Reason
Que yo siempre tengo algo que decir como Grison
Hablan mucho, pero no les doy bola
Con ella en la cama escuchando Ty Dolla
Se que me odias compadre ponte a la cola
Rapean mejor que tú dos calvos como Guardiola
A pesar de ser un hobby os pongo en doggy
Dos lineas y te dejo grogui, puesto de Molly
Innecesario como tu post cuando murió Kobe
De tanto meterle a las barras parezco Broly
Yo shit is wack, phony, la mía Zoe Kavritch no una choni
Le quito el pan a esos panolis
Yo solo quiero pasta de Warner y Sony
Si no tengo lo mio doy un palo como El Dioni

Undercover

You avoid tearing up when you don't feel they sense you
Your brain itches, I'm leaving nits
They shout "mo' better!" to Spike, Snipes, and Denzel
He feels like a go getter (boy) but he's Royston Drenthe
She told me "boys don't cry", liar!
I'm on top of the London Eye and there's only electricity here
Keep your Fendi bag matching the leather of the Cayenne
I want a Kobe steak on the fire of the skillet
I'm a paladin on the hunt for the champion of the race
Moving choco is not like moving the Paladin to the cup
You fall into the cheese trap if you steal that
And your calves heat up like hair in the manganese
My flesh doesn't suffocate me, which excites you
If my faith is based on not praying to seven figures
Don't get me wrong, I want my girls to have money
But I don't dream of Rockefeller like Jaani Getter
I get fire emojis from abroad
My ego is not jealous, I bring myself down, Khabib to McGregor
I don't jump unless there's dough on the line
There are two guys rapping better than you, they're bald like Zidane
I don't want a full closet, I want to fill her bag
Organic 'Parma' and rye, the money in the cupboard
I don't want a Ferrari, no, I want a beige Hymer
I feel like I'm in a terrarium, full of vipers and snakes

Orellana and Pulcro bro, there's going to be a fuss
Dreamy rap, I'll connect you with Morpheus
With the attitude of Adesanya in the clash
The story of my life is dodging bullets like Neo
I want the whole combo, the whole lot
The only drake you've seen was in Harry Potter
At 24, I'll make you shake your mustache
When I spit it sounds like a drive-by with a Chopper
What I'm telling you is true, non-fiction
The game is full of fakes, they drive me crazy
My brother, keep putting tracks into Reason
I always have something to say like Grison
They talk a lot, but I don't pay attention
In bed with her listening to Ty Dolla
I know you hate me, buddy, get in line
There are two guys rapping better than you, they're bald like Guardiola
Despite being a hobby, I'll put you in the doggy position
Two lines and I'll leave you groggy, full of Molly
As unnecessary as your post when Kobe died
From rapping so much, I look like Broly
My shit is wack, phony, mine is Zoe Kravitz, not some choni
I take the bread from those panolis
I only want dough from Warner and Sony
If I don't have what's mine, I'll rob like El Dioni