Текст и перевод песни Gabriel - Black Mamba

Black Mamba

Me tiro unos frees que parecen canciones
Como Magic Johnson, clavando balones
No quiero su Porsche, no quiero su rolex
A mi no me cogen, corro como Forest.

Soy un insensible, calmando dolores,
Sudor, sangre fría, pastillas, temblores,
La niebla me guía, no quiero más flores,
Mañana es el día en que muero joven

Buah, ya no quiero saber nada de na'
Estoy en un bucle, no puedo parar
Los tiempos cambian y la gente, que va,
Mientras tanto yo en mi plano mental

Buscando salidas, pero no las hay,
Buscando mi tiempo, y el tiempo no da,
Buscando de noche, alguna ciudad
Buscando buscando, nada a mi vendrá

(Buscando buscando, nada a mi vendrá
Buscando buscando, nada llegará)

Pensaba en todo, ya no pienso en nada
Si la vida es corta, pero no es liviana,
Perdido en sus besos, en la encrucijada
Le traje un ramo, me clavó una espada

Ando como Future,
Fumando Black Mamba
Sonando a lo Quavo
Rozando el nirvana

No entro en su juego,
Parecen persianas,
Yo como un persa
Tirado en la cama

Pego más duro que un camión,
Te golpeo, cuatro ruedas de tracción,
No hay ley cabrón, sólo pasión
El pan de ayer, no es el de hoy.

Con la garganta cosida,
Bilis en los labios,
Rabia de por vida,
Creen controlarlo ma' niga,
Pero saben que si entro
Primo, me follo la liga.

Voy, con las pilas recargadas,
Esquivando granadas
Este filo se clava,
Ellos tiran la toalla

Aquí sobran huevos, faltan agallas,
No entro en su juego, fumando hectáreas,
No son los gallos, son unos parias,
Puede que a otro, a mi no me engañas

Da-da-dándole duro,
Co-con un flow oscuro,
Nunca pudieron hacerlo tan puro
Nunca pudieron sonarlo tan crudo

Rápido todos se quedaron mudos,
Se quedaron mudos,
I found my place, call me the new boss

Black Mamba

I drop some freestyles that sound like songs
Like Magic Johnson, scoring baskets
I don't want your Porsche, I don't want your Rolex
You can't catch me, I run like Forest.

I'm insensitive, calming pains,
Sweat, cold blood, pills, tremors,
The fog guides me, I don't want more flowers,
Tomorrow is the day I die young

Buah, I don't want to know anything anymore
I'm in a loop, I can't stop
Times change and people, they go,
Meanwhile, I'm in my mental plane

Looking for exits, but there are none,
Looking for my time, and time doesn't give,
Searching at night, for some city
Searching, searching, nothing will come to me

(Searching, searching, nothing will come to me
Searching, searching, nothing will arrive)

I thought about everything, now I don't think about anything
If life is short, but it's not light,
Lost in your kisses, at the crossroads
I brought you a bouquet, you stabbed me with a sword

I walk like Future,
Smoking Black Mamba
Sounding like Quavo
Touching nirvana

I'm not playing your game,
They look like blinds,
I'm like a Persian
Lying in bed

I hit harder than a truck,
I hit you, four-wheel drive,
There's no law, dude, just passion
Yesterday's bread is not today's.

With my throat sewn,
Bile on my lips,
Rage for life,
They think they can control it ma' niga,
But they know that if I come in
Primo, I'll fuck the league.

I'm going, with my batteries recharged,
Dodging grenades
This edge is stabbing,
They throw in the towel

There are too many eggs here, not enough guts,
I'm not playing your game, smoking hectares,
They're not the roosters, they're pariahs,
You might fool someone else, you won't fool me

Da-da-doing it hard,
Co-with a dark flow,
They could never do it so pure
They could never sound it so raw

Quickly, everyone was left speechless,
They were left speechless,
I found my place, call me the new boss