Текст и перевод песни Hood P - 3 AM

3 AM

Las 3: 00 a.m. estoy en el estudio escribiendo
Nuevos versos entre chelas y este humo.
Nada es hinchado en esta vida nada es
Seguro,
Tengo mis pedos como tu, como los tuyos.
Y es que el pedo en realidad no es el pedo,
El pedo es ser un puto que nunca le sale al ruedo,
Sé muy bien en donde estoy, sé muy bien de donde vengo,
Sé bien quien es mi fam, la gente con la que yo cuento.
No tengo pedos en pasarla bien,
Bien, bien, tampoco en pasarla mal (mal)
No me retuercen los reportes ni de quien
(Ni de quien, (quien) ando en mi salto mortal
En concentrarme en la cabina cuando
Hay que ejecutar,
Soyy un surfista de los ritmos y
Estas olas me traen (me traen, me traen)
Metido a tope no hablar
De basura que no dura y que tenga caducidad.
La música me tiene donde me gusta estar,
Lejos del barrió y del tráfico de mi ciudad,
Yes papá ahuevo que estoy high
Estoy con Danny Brasco bebiendome unas
Bombas,
Chingandome este ritmo y un whisky en las rocas,
Pensando en movimientos y pensando en sus combacks,
Ya se que están hambrientos como una anaconda
Yo actuó mas en sigilo como lo hacen las cobras.
No pienso en la mierda personal que cargo como tipo,
Caigo en la conclusión de ser bendito con un gran equipo,
De que si dicto en vivo, de que si dicto en discos,
De que si sigo siendo honesto cuando estoy conmigo
Pues obvio si otro camino no conocí,
Siempre son relatos de aventuras no todas feliz
Pero cada cosa que perdura nos deja existir Yo estoy en el
Viaje con mi gente creeme bien sin ti, creeme bien sin ti.

3 AM

It's 3: 00 AM and I'm in the studio, writing
New verses between beers and this smoke.
Nothing is inflated in this life, nothing is
Certain,,
I have my farts like you, like yours.
And it's the fart that's really not the fart,
The fart is being a jerk who never comes out to the ring,
I know very well where I am, I know very well where I come from,
I know very well who is my fam, the people that I count on.
I have no problem having a good time,
Good, good, not having a bad time either (bad)
The reports of who I am do not twist me
(Not who, (who) I walk in my death jumpIn concentrating in the cockpit whenYou have to execute,I'm a rhythm surfer andThese waves bring me (bring me, bring me)Fully involved, not speakingOf garbage that doesn't last and has an expiration date.Music has me where I like to be,Far from the neighborhood and the traffic of my city,Yes, daddy, of course I'm highI'm with Danny Brasco drinking someBombs,Fucking this rhythm and a whiskey on the rocks,Thinking about moves and thinking about their comebacks,I know they're hungry like an anacondaI act more in stealth the way cobras do.I don't think about the personal shit I carry as a dude,I come to the conclusion that I'm blessed with a great team,That if I speak live, that if I speak on records,That if I continue being honest when I'm with myselfWell, obviously I didn't know any other wayThey are always stories of adventures, not all happyBut each thing that enduresI'm on my way with my people, believe me without you, believe me without you.
In concentrating in the cockpit when
You have to execute,
I'm a rhythm surfer and
These waves bring me (bring me, bring me)
Fully involved, not speaking
Of garbage that doesn't last and has an expiration date.
Music has me where I like to be,
Far from the neighborhood and the traffic of my city,
Yes, daddy, of course I'm high
I'm with Danny Brasco drinking some
Bombs,
Fucking this rhythm and a whiskey on the rocks,
Thinking about moves and thinking about their comebacks,
I know they're hungry like an anaconda
I act more in stealth the way cobras do.
I don't think about the personal shit I carry as a dude,
I come to the conclusion that I'm blessed with a great team,
That if I speak live, that if I speak on records,
That if I continue being honest when I'm with myself
Well, obviously I didn't know any other way
They are always stories of adventures, not all happy
But each thing that endures
I'm on my way with my people, believe me without you, believe me without you.