Текст и перевод песни Ill Pekeño feat. Ergo Pro - Souvenir

Souvenir

Estoy en el barrio, primo, el sur de Madrid
Gente con déficit se hizo Guardia Civil
Me quedo solo si me siento a escribir
Con diez mil ojos mirándome, all eyez on me
Prodigy rest in peace, fuera de aquí
Tu viniste a mi zona por fingir, eres un souvenir
Cuido las pautas, pica-pollos donde el barbas
No te confundas más, llevo las uñas largas
Todo el día barras, calistenia pa' tu oído de mierda
Uh, ahora quemando Griselda
Fui una hormiga más y hubo que estar bajo tierra
Respeté al león y me cargué a la abeja reina
Sí, a la abeja reina, ¡a la puta reina!
Spanish fake rappers, uh, atracciones de feria
No te da tiempo a especular, soy la llama en el fuego
Por si las cosas iban mal, le di un beso al abuelo
¿Ahora que ocurre? que el ritmo lo pone Eddy Mugre
Es entrecot de 100mg contra sopa de sobre
No nos sobraba, es más primito, nos faltaba
Le echamos polla y picando en tierra salió lava
Gente honrada como el Pinto la Susana
Tiro fotos en la plaza, luego revelo en Embaja'
Esto es el barrio, si estás subido se te baja
A estas alturas solo hay locos pintando con lanza

Mafia Gregoriana en la ciudad
Vuestro producto fake no se puede comparar
Creen estar arriba, no llegarán
Vida real, mil historias que contar

Mafia Gregoriana en la ciudad
Vuestro producto fake no se puede comparar
Creen estar arriba, no llegarán
Vida real, mil historias que contar

Merezco respeto, ya no me regalo
Música anti fakes es la mierda que hago
Chico joven negro lider
Tengo trabajo, pijito, no soy un dealer
Pidele a otro pibe, eligetee a otro ligue
Conmigo no hay fallo, fumo del tallo siempre virgen
Los mato como Hitman
Dos papeles, eles cuando llega el finde
Darte de perico en vídeos no te hace realness
Por mis speakers, Sade canta sorrow
Pero se enfadan conmigo sino doy follow
Están pa'trás como las TDK
Hablas mal de mi en tu zona, luego chúpamela
Fundamental, como un chichi por fama no quedar
Por eso, rabian en temas porque no tienen na'
Estáis envenena'os, empeña'os en pegar
Enteraos tienen que ponerse paos y entrenar
Ah, no las clavas ni con Biggie detrás
Jet-lag en raps, es más, da igual la edad
Esa, con seis tracks se creen Jackson Latoya
Aunque tengan mil cash, nunca tendrán mi... (Sh!)
Chavales en los barrios saben quiénes son la
Mafia Gregoriana, organizados, piedras y palos
Chúpala tu por colabo', pussy, luego hazte el malo
Recuerda el puto nombre, puto, Bobby Nigeriano

Mafia Gregoriana en la ciudad
Vuestro producto fake no se puede comparar
Creen estar arriba, no llegarán
Vida real, mil historias que contar

Mafia Gregoriana en la ciudad
Vuestro producto fake no se puede comparar
Creen estar arriba, no llegarán
Vida real, mil historias que contar

Souvenir

I'm in the neighborhood, cuz, south of Madrid
People with deficits became Civil Guards
I'm left alone if I sit down to write
With ten thousand eyes watching me, all eyez on me
Prodigy rest in peace, get out of here
You came to my area to pretend, you're a souvenir
I watch over the rules, dickheads where the bearded one is
Don't get confused anymore, I've got long nails
All day bars, calisthenics for your shitty ear
Uh, now burning Griselda
I was just another ant and I had to be underground
I respected the lion and I took out the queen bee
Yes, the queen bee, the goddamn queen!
Spanish fake rappers, uh, fairground attractions
You don't have time to speculate, I'm the flame in the fire
Just in case things went wrong, I kissed my grandfather
What's happening now? Eddy Mugre is setting the beat
It's 100mg sirloin against instant soup
We didn't have much, actually cuz, we were lacking
We put in our effort and digging in the ground lava came out
Honest people like Pinto and Susana
I take pictures in the square, then I develop them in Embaja'
This is the neighborhood, if you're up, you'll come down
At this point there are only crazy people painting with lances

Mafia Gregoriana in the city
Your fake product can't compare
They think they're on top, they won't make it
Real life, a thousand stories to tell

Mafia Gregoriana in the city
Your fake product can't compare
They think they're on top, they won't make it
Real life, a thousand stories to tell

I deserve respect, I don't give myself away anymore
Anti-fake music is the shit I make
Young black dude leader
I have a job, little rich kid, I'm not a dealer
Ask another kid, choose another hookup
There's no fail with me, I smoke from the stalk, always virgin
I kill them like Hitman
Two papers, Ls when the weekend comes
Being a cokehead in videos doesn't make you realness
Through my speakers, Sade sings sorrow
But they get mad at me if I don't follow
They're behind like TDKs
You talk bad about me in your area, then suck my dick
Fundamental, like a chick not wanting to be known for fame
That's why, they rage in tracks because they got nothing
You're poisoned, determined to hit
Get it, they have to get fit and train
Ah, you can't nail it even with Biggie behind you
Jet-lag in raps, actually, age doesn't matter
That one, with six tracks they think they're Jackson Latoya
Even if they have a thousand cash, they'll never have my… (Sh!)
Kids in the neighborhoods know who are the
Mafia Gregoriana, organized, stones and sticks
Suck it for a collaboration, pussy, then act tough
Remember the goddamn name, dude, Bobby Nigeriano

Mafia Gregoriana in the city
Your fake product can't compare
They think they're on top, they won't make it
Real life, a thousand stories to tell

Mafia Gregoriana in the city
Your fake product can't compare
They think they're on top, they won't make it
Real life, a thousand stories to tell