Текст и перевод песни Azteca - Pala Mande (feat. Ian)

Pala Mande (feat. Ian)

Deschid poarta sase chakra sapte
Fac tot sa se miste-n spate
Fac o pranayama controlez o pranapana frate
Pala mande mande mande mande
Gen hai chaiorie misca din bulane

Am un teles pe romales gen tivrea hai zi ma socares
Mai shukar ca ten merengo pralo gen nivea ca vexx
Pentru cine nu-ntelege frate
Am patru bagaboante si fumeaza grame

De ce faci ce faci trap ma intreaba lumea-ntraga coaie
Le raspund ca jache mange boc si stomacu ma arde
Stie toata lumea ca am devenit artisti de foame
Si acum daca ma vezi in buzunare am milioane

Eram mic si pricajit cand tata a intrat pe la parnaie
Am ramas fara un leu in buzunar m-ati luat de fraier
Ati ras de mine ma lua cu frisoane
Cand eram mort de drogat de la frustrare-n baie

Acum nu am nevoie de droguri fiindca eu sunt drogu
Si ma injectez cu ban verzisor mi-e antidotu
Imi cumpar doua tricouri cu patruzeci de milioane
Nu ma doare si tovarasii imi zic esti nebun ba coaie

Am o minte nu-i cuminte si ma duce-n non-sens
Fac sex spiritual gen tantra dupa meditez
Am o pizda sase unu sase cu ea ma mandresc
Avem ambii tridentu pe noi ca-m fost in iad des
Tratez subiecte marunte metaforic vezi
Sa nu crezi cacaturi ce-ti sunt induse de acesti
Idioti ca viata te duce unde pe ce te axezi
Nu exista bine si rau exista doar univers

Am realizat ca sunt prajit pe viata no stres
Ma distrez
Ma cunosc pe mine cand exagerez
Stau si-alerg fantome-ntruna spune-mi Daddy Long Legs
C-o durere-n pula vesnica si daia te holbezi

Aia care ne discuta n-au bani
Cateva etaje-n plus si-ti fac cu mana de pe geam
Sunt prea fun, trollez un cacat de rapper compari
Ma distrez cu-n fan rad de-un trapper sa-l car
Aflu tot ce vreau daia-s hard
Am un teanc in buzunar nu trebuie numarat
Va-ti dat loc in industrie am castigat
Og-s in brigada-n timp ce tu vorbesti de skunk
Baieti in brigada-n timp ce tu vorbesti cacat
Fac din muzica asta sa devina ce-am visat
Fresh cand ies din casa ochii rosii sunt tripat
Beef-ul tau e talpa deci nu discutam de trap

Pala Mande (feat. Ian)

I open the gate of the sixth and seventh chakra
I make everything behind me move
I do pranayama, I control my breath
Pala mande mande mande mande
Gen hai chaiorie misca din bulane

I have a body like a romale, I have gen tivrea hai zi ma socares
I'm grateful that you gave me your pralo, and I'm glad that you're not vexx
For those who don't understand, bro
I have four gangsters and they smoke grams

Why do you do what you do, trap? The whole world asks me, brother
I answer them that jache mange boc and my stomach burns
Everyone knows that we have become starving artists
And now if you see me in my pockets, I have millions

I was young and scared when my father went to prison
I was left without a penny in my pocket, you all took me for a fool
You laughed at me, I got chills
When I was dying from drugs, from frustration in the bathroom

Now I don't need drugs because I am the drug
And I inject myself with green money, it's my antidote
I buy two T-shirts for forty million
It doesn't hurt me and my comrades tell me you're crazy, brother

I have a mind that is not smart and it takes me to nonsense
I have spiritual sex like tantra, then I meditate
I have a pussy six-one-six, I'm proud of it
We both have a trident on us because I've been to hell often
I treat trivial topics metaphorically, you see
Don't believe the crap that these
Idiots that life takes you where you focus
There is no good and evil, there is only the universe

I realized that I am fried for life, no stress
I'm having fun
I know myself when I exaggerate
I keep running away from ghosts, call me Daddy Long Legs
With an eternal pain in my dick, and that's why you stare

Those who discuss us have no money
A few floors up and I'll wave at you from the window
I'm too funny, I troll a rapper, you compare
I have fun with a fan, I laugh at a trapper to carry him
I find out everything I want, that's why I'm hard
I have a stack in my pocket, it doesn't need to be counted
You have made room in the industry, we have won
Ogs are in the brigade while you talk about skunk
Guys in the brigade while you talk shit
I make this music to become what I dreamed of
Fresh when I leave the house, my red eyes are trippy
Your beef is lame so we don't talk about trap