Текст и перевод песни LEGADO 7 - El Afro (Otra) (En Vivo)

El Afro (Otra) (En Vivo)

Una bolsa de perico dos ochos de mota es lo que lo distinguen
Un afro largo cuidado cabello rizado y ojos colorados
El corrido que yo canto no es para un mafioso es para un marihuano
Master Kush su favorita pistear bukanitas y un cuadró lavado

Blounds bongs y una pipa o papel de tortilla también a rolado
Andar arriba es su estilo lo que le fascina es andar marihuano
Desde que tenía quince años se subió aun avión el no se a bajado
Andar arriba es su estilo nunca lo confundan le dicen él afro

Indica, cronic, sativa no se da de grande el estrés le a pegado
Master kush pa andar al tiro si ya anda cansado un toque de la jairo
Un toque con mis hermanos la rata y rábano chuyito graduado
Andar con todos contentos seguimos quemando esto no es un pecado

Seguimos avanzado y esto es legado 7

No me critiques mi vida solo porque miras mis ojos cerrados
Aquí tienes un amigo si quieres un toque aquí traego y quemamos
No me fijo en pequeñeces yo sigo mi vida fumando y loqueando
Sacando humo como tren no me la compra nadie nosotros sembramos

Ya me voy ya me despido ya ando marihuano y ya no se lo que hablo
Chisto ya viene llegando trae Kush en su mano mejor lo esperamos
No soy mafioso ni grande no me ando escondiendo donde quiera ahí ando
Y dijo al borrego los fans que yo tengo me llaman el afro

El Afro (Another) (Live)

A bag of weed two eighths of bud is what sets him apart
A long, well-groomed afro, curly hair and red eyes
The song I sing is not for a gangster but for a marijuana smoker
Master Kush is his favourite, getting high on bud and a clean bong

Blunts, bongs and a pipe or tortilla paper, he's rolled it all
Hanging out is his style, what he loves is to be a marijuana smoker
He got on a plane when he was only fifteen and hasn't come down since
Hanging out is his style, don't ever get it twisted, they call him El Afro

Indica, chronic, sativa, he doesn't act big, stress has got to him
Master kush to keep him alert, if he's tired, a hit of the jairo
A hit with my brothers, Rasta and Rábano, chuyito graduated
Hanging out with everyone happy, we keep burning, it's not a sin

We keep moving forward and this is Legado 7

Don't judge me, girl, just because you see my eyes closed
You've got a friend here, if you want a hit, I've got it, let's burn one
I don't pay attention to petty things, I live my life smoking and having fun
Blowing smoke like a train, don't try to buy me off, we grow our own

I'm going now, I'm off, I'm high as a kite and don't know what I'm saying anymore
Chisto is coming, he's got Kush in his hand, we'd better wait for him
I'm not a gangster or a big shot, I don't hide, I'm everywhere
And he said to the sheep, the fans that I have call me El Afro