Текст и перевод песни MDE Click - Memory Lane

Memory Lane

Solo dejo que fluya, llevo la cruda
Que nada nos separe, que nada nos una
Cuchillas de afeitar y una de guaro en el Carulla
Caviar Beluga, Astore y Ternua
No te pegas ni comprando beats a mis colegas
Still hate the player (tú odia')
Y todo va muy bien hasta que falta piedra
Hasta que falta paz interna
Hay amigos o no hay dios que te lo venda
Fronteras invisibles, anuncios, teletiendas
Llegáis cuando ya no queda tarta
De la cuesta de Izaga a Copa Cabana hay una cuantas yardas
¡Cuántas cruces rojas!
Tú junta' barras favoritas en las sombras
Da cosa hasta decirlo
Si hiciera lo que digo
No me levantaría a las cinco, eso es así, bro
Con esta shit yo pillo espiritismo
Desiertos fríos, vientos alisios, siciliana y brioche
Patacón y sancocho
Apenas me escucho, Cucha
Te extraño
Dame luz papá
Hay una tumba con tu nombre acá
You know the name G.O.D. Allah
And your bitch used to call me a lot
Y toneladas de llamadas for the skills I got
So you what you want 'cause the show don't stop
Traigo la droga más pura, dime como está
Me dice "Dale, Don, dale" y no soy Don Omar
Con par de botellas y ganas de celebrar
Primazo, ¿Where you at?
Hey, you remember back in the days
Josiando en la Yamaha TMAX
Con el two way moviendo el puré
Now I'm laid back mirando a esos fake cats
Querían copiar y ahora reniegan del papá de ese flava
Wachos got faded en el Escalade
We just tryin' get paid, stack bread, porque Hip-Hop is dead
Recuerdo a los camellos en Fila sweats y Pro-Keds
Moviendo bulto como FedEx, ya sabes como es
Esta va para mis dioses y Lo Heads
Y raperos escupiendo la verdad en los corners
Soñando con medallones enormes a la sombra de bloques
La escuela no enseñó na', la calle nos hizo hombres
Mira esos carrilanos creyéndose algo
Son nuestros hijos dios
Y actúan como si no existiéramos
No quiero a nadie mordiendo mi estilo en ningún album, amén
Aún estamos aquí papá
Watch me
Primo, watch me

Memory Lane

Let it flow, give me the raw
Let nothing separate us, let nothing unite us
Razor blades and a bottle of guaro at the Carulla
Beluga caviar, Astore, and Ternua
You won't cut it even if you buy beats from my colleagues
Still hate the player (you hate it)
And everything's going great until the rock runs out
Until inner peace runs out
Either you have friends or there's no god who will sell it to you
Invisible borders, advertisements, teleshopping
You arrive when there's no cake left
From the slope of Izaga to Copacabana there are a few yards
So many red crosses!
You gather your favorite bars in the shadows
It's almost scary to say it
If I did what I say
I wouldn't get up at five, that's the way it is, bro
With this shit I get spiritualism
Cold deserts, trade winds, Sicilian and brioche
Patacón and sancocho
I barely hear myself, Cucha
I miss you
Give me light, daddy
There's a tomb with your name on it here
You know the name G.O.D. Allah
And your bitch used to call me a lot
And tons of calls for the skills I got
So you what you want 'cause the show don't stop
I bring the purest drug, tell me how it is
She says "Come on, Don, come on" and I'm not Don Omar
With a couple of bottles and a desire to celebrate
Cousin, where you at?
Hey, you remember back in the days
Josiando on the Yamaha TMAX
With the two way pushing the mash
Now I'm laid back watching those fake cats
They wanted to copy and now they disown the father of that flava
Wachos got faded in the Escalade
We just tryin' get paid, stack bread, because Hip-Hop is dead
I remember the camellos in Fila sweats and Pro-Keds
Moving weight like FedEx, you know how it is
This one goes out to my gods and Lo Heads
And rappers spitting the truth on the corners
Dreaming of huge medallions in the shadows of blocks
School didn't teach us shit, the streets made us men
Look at those yuppies thinking they're something
They're our children, god
And they act like we don't exist
I don't want anyone biting my style on any album, amen
We're still here, daddy
Watch me
Cousin, watch me