Текст и перевод песни Ill Pekeño - Mafia Profunda

Mafia Profunda

Mafia Profunda, pibes con más caras que un dado
En esta jungla one shot no bastará, soldado
Si juega Pablo Alfaro no marcará Soldado
Si cuentas con los dedos te van a faltar manos

Tengo códigos y barras, voz como si narras
Clásicos de marras, hermanos en Carrascal
Está todo inventado, no ibas a enseñarnos algo
Que yo y mis hermanos fuimos capaces de patentar

Cámara lenta, ese booyaka no me renta
Si va a dar más problemas que ayuno y absenta
Con 22 palos, 2 amores contados
En la frontera palos, en la cochera hermanos

Pintan alturas con rodillos, no con escaleras
Están marrón los de amarillo pero son fanegas (Fuck that!)
Bambas horteras son un dineral
Les cerré la boca y sin receta, Primperan

Beben agua mineral pero comen grasas
Sacan en cheese de lo que en polen pasan
Suelen cenar de lo que sobre en casa
Pasan movidas en la plaza y yo pegando las bolas Mikasa

Génesis: Gasol empezando en los Memphis
¿Qué decís? Si os escuchan niños catequesis
Juegan a mi como pa' Messi
Hago el camino a lo Takeshi
What up, god?
(What up, god?)

Mierda seria, ¿sabes?
Mi hombre KRL, motherfucker

Éramos pibes en un parque con chupa Starter
Con discos en estantes, convictos en el cante
Hoy llego tarde y no se me olvida avisarte
Si soy el profe, a falta de una le di doce

Hay papeles en la mesa, bombos de la UEFA
Hay quehaceres en la mesa, todo por la vieja
Pensamientos en la cabeza
Camis del Rayo con el logo de Clesa

Mafia Profunda

Mafia Profunda, boys with more faces than a dice
In this jungle one shot won't be enough, soldier
If Pablo Alfaro plays Soldado won't score
If you count with your fingers you'll run out of hands

I have codes and bars, voice like you're narrating
Marras classics, brothers in Carrascal
Everything's been invented, you weren't going to teach us anything
That my brothers and I were able to patent

Slow motion, that booyaka doesn't pay me
If it's going to give more problems than fasting and absinthe
With 22 sticks, 2 counted loves
In the border sticks, in the garage brothers

They paint heights with rollers, not with ladders
The yellow ones are brown but they're bushels (Fuck that!)
Tacky sneakers are a fortune
I shut their mouths and without a prescription, Primperan

They drink mineral water but eat fat
They take out cheese from what they spend in pollen
They usually have dinner with what's left at home
They spend time in the square and I'm hitting Mikasa balls

Genesis: Gasol starting in the Memphis
What do you say? If children listen to you, catechesis
They play at me like Messi
I do the road like Takeshi
What up, god?
(What up, god?)

Serious shit, you know?
My man KRL, motherfucker

We were kids in a park with a Starter jacket
With records on shelves, convicts singing
Today I'm late and I don't forget to let you know
If I'm the teacher, because of one I gave twelve

There are papers on the table, UEFA drums
There are chores on the table, all for the old lady
Thoughts in the head
Rayo shirts with the Clesa logo