Текст и перевод песни Dalsin - Contra Mão

Contra Mão

Então não vem roubar minha brisa
Avisa que nóiz não quer pose
Se for bater não alisa
E acerta igual tiro de doze
E eu de doze mola varando o telhado de casa
O mesmo filme se repete após sete vela em brasa
Janela entre aberta e eu na portinhola
A sombra sempre me assusta se alguém passa lá fora
Eu já desci conforme o morro
Corro conforme a pressa
Mas dessa vez é roça
Se reagir, nóiz sapeca
Quem passou a fita deu milho na banca
Muleque vacila, maluco que espanca
Cromada na cinta o gate na bota
Meio quilo de coca mocado na sanca
Cromada que grita a fuga do golfão
Só que se o pneu frita o piloto a milhão
Quinta no câmbio, nó na garganta
Reza pra santa, sangue na mão
Pivete que corre dirige de porre
Afunda a narina num pó pra curtir
Curva a mil sua mina só viu
Chorando as pitanga ele ta na uti
Eu nunca fui bom pra teatro
E evito o retrato na cena da treta
Misturou cocaína, tesão gasolina
Foi suficiente, não viu a carreta
Ele tava atrás da death com outra mina de staff
Numa caranga branca com o estofado bege chapa
Nunca precisou de risco mesmo assim mandava um trisco
Hora errada, faixa errada sem querer ele piscou
Dando um tapa na planta
E eu prefiro uma fanta em lata
Só que os envolvidos tinha a planta
E sua pimenteira já tava fraca
Achou uma mina que flagra
Pique draga ela te drena
Pra outro chapa que na sul
Já ganhava todo o esquema
Toma de assalto sabia do cofre
Trazia no salto a muni da glock
Rapela o lock com o pela de pop
Seu truta cuzão nem te avisa do golpe
Era um cel meio quilo de prata um cordão
Um pelote de hacka prontin pra sessão
Na missão foi só guela levaram do bolso
Os pen drives com os sons do dalsin vacilão
Fuga pela city, uma barca
Os kits do man que cê saca
Nem selfie, nem print, nem os vinte contatos
Na porra o rolê que cê marca
Vinte conto em plaque
Só Deus sabe quanto rende em craque
Mas que te socorreu foi um parceiro meu
Que passava ali num Passate
Man, nem fala nada eu vou ficar aqui
Tava tudo certo é só o tempo passar
Sem vontade alguma de ter alguém aqui
E se perguntarem por mim diz que eu não vou voltar
Man, o que se passa eu to colando aí
Alguma coisa tava errada e eu decidi ligar
Zen, tava tudo normal por aqui
Até fuderem com essa porra quando eu fui deitar
É a selva
É o corre
É o louco

Against the Grain

So don't come stealing my vibe,
Let it be known we ain't about posing.
If you're gonna hit, don't hold back,
Land it like a twelve-gauge shot.
And me with a twelve-gauge spring, piercing through the roof,
The same movie replays after seven candles burn.
Window cracked open, me at the porthole,
The shadows always spook me if someone passes outside.
I already came down as the hill did,
I run as fast as the urgency demands,
But this time it's rough,
If you react, we'll sting.
Whoever snitched spilled the beans,
Kid messes up, gets a beatdown,
Chrome on the hip, the gat in the boot,
Half a kilo of coke stashed in the ceiling.
Chrome that screams the escape of the Golf,
But if the tires screech, the driver's a millionaire.
Fifth gear engaged, knot in my throat,
Pray to the saint, blood on my hand.
Youngster who runs, drives drunk,
Dives his nose into powder to party,
Curves at a thousand, his girl only saw,
Crying her eyes out, he's in the ICU.
I was never good at acting,
And I avoid the spotlight in the scene of the fight,
Mixed cocaine, lust, gasoline,
It was enough, didn't see the truck.
He was chasing death with another girl from the staff,
In a white car with beige upholstery, hot plate.
Never needed risk, still took a chance,
Wrong time, wrong lane, he blinked unintentionally.
Slapping the plant,
And I prefer a Fanta in a can,
Only those involved had the plant,
And your pepper tree was already weak.
Found a girl who catches you,
Drags you down, drains you,
For another dude who in the south,
Already had the whole scheme going.
Takes it by storm, knew about the safe,
Brought the Glock ammo in her heel,
Rappels the lock with the pop fur,
Your jerk buddy doesn't even warn you about the hit.
It was a cell phone, half a kilo of silver, a necklace,
A ball of hacka ready for the session,
On the mission, it was just snatch and grab, they took from the pocket,
The pen drives with Dalsin's songs, you fool.
Escape through the city, a boat,
The man's kits that you understand,
No selfie, no print, not even the twenty contacts,
In the damn event you schedule.
Twenty bucks in plaque,
Only God knows how much it yields in crack,
But who helped you out was a friend of mine,
Who was passing by in a Passat.
Man, don't say anything, I'll stay here,
Everything was fine, just let time pass,
With no desire to have anyone here,
And if they ask about me, tell them I'm not coming back.
Man, what's going on? I'm coming over there,
Something was wrong, and I decided to call,
Zen, everything was normal around here,
Until they fucked with this shit when I went to bed.
It's the jungle,
It's the hustle,
It's the crazy.