Текст и перевод песни Banda Renovacion - El Afro (En Vivo)

El Afro (En Vivo)

Una bolsa de perico
Dos ochos de mota
Es lo que lo distingue
Un afro largo cuidado
Cabello risado y ojos colorados
El corrido que yo canto
No es para un mafioso
Es para un mariguano
Master kush su favorita
Pistear bukanitas y un cuadro lavado
Toques y blongs y una pipa
Oh papel de tortilla tambien ah rolado
Andar arriba es su estilo
Lo que le facina es andar mariguano
Desde que tenia 15 años
Se subio a un avion
Y no se ah bajado
Andar arriba es su estilo
Nunca lo confundan le dicen el afro
Indicacronisativa no se da de grande
El estres le a pegado
Master kush pa andar al tiro
Si ya anda cansado un toque de la jairo
Un toque con mis hermanos
La rata y rabano chuyito graduado
Andar con todos contentos
Seguimos quemando esto no es un pecado
No me critiques mi vida
Solo porque miras mis ojos cerrados
Aqui tienes a un amigo
Si quieres un toque
Aqui traigo y quemamos
No me fijo en pequeñeses
Yo sigo mi vida fumando y loqueando
Sacando humo como tren
Nadie me la compra nosotros sembramos
Ya me voy ya me despido
Ya ando mariguano ya no se lo que hablo
Iso ya viene llegando trae kush en su mano
Mejor lo esperamos
No soy mafioso ni grande
No me ando escondiendo
Donde quiera que ando
Y dijo al borregon los vanz que yo tengo me llaman el afro

The Afro (Live)

A bag of dope
Two ounces of weed
Is what sets him apart
A long, well-groomed afro
Curly hair and bloodshot eyes
The ballad that I sing
Is not for a mobster
It's for a pothead
Master Kush is his favorite
Sipping high-quality cannabinoids and getting high
Blunts and bongs and a pipe
Oh, he's also rolled tortilla paper
Being high is his style
What thrills him is being stoned
Since he was 15 years old
He got on the plane
And hasn't gotten off
Being high is his style
Don't confuse him, they call him the Afro
A type of cannabis, growing wild
Stress has gotten to him
Master Kush to keep him alert
If he's tired, a hit of Jairo
A hit with my friends
Rata and Rabano, Chuyito, all experts
Spending time with everyone, happy
We keep burning, this is not a sin
Don't criticize my life
Just because you see my eyes closed
Here you have a friend
If you want a hit
Here I have some, and we'll burn
I don't pay attention to little things
I keep living my life, toking and hanging out
Blowing smoke like a train
No one buys me out, we grow our own
I'm leaving now, I'm saying goodbye
I'm already stoned, I don't know what I'm saying anymore
Iso is on his way, he's bringing Kush in his hand
We'd better wait for him
I'm not a gangster or a big shot
I'm not hiding
Wherever I go
And he said, "The Borrego Vans that I have, they call me the Afro