Текст и перевод песни Mati Drugs - Porque Hablai Así

Porque Hablai Así

No entiendo porqué me hablai así
Si yo conozco de ti
Yo se bien que tu no dai
Que te viste tu papii
Sigo fumando relax
Sigue tirando pelás
Con el internet de casa que te paga tu papá
Porqué me hablai así
Si yo conozco de ti
Yo se bien que tu no dai
Que te viste tu papii
Sigo fumando relax
Sigue tirando pelás
Con el internet de casa que te pagan tus papas,
Yo no entiendo porque hablai como bandío
Si en verdad nada hay vivío
Tres palabras y quedai en codigo pio
Me dijieron que bastardo nunca hay sío
Y que ta to pagao desde la cuna de eso ya me avia ascurrio
Hablan como maldito y no pasa ná
Se vuelan con un pito y yo con una empaná
Dos gramos de cripisito por cada sabaná
Y por eso es que ahora tengo la mente trastorná
Enferma, a tu novia le tirare la esperma en la cara
Aunque sea fea o sea rara un poco rara
Le sacare foto si me lo para
Y te las mandare al whatsapp para ver si realmente vo dai cara
No le de el corte malvado si usted es bueno
Que los huevo en la cara
No te los desincha el ibuprofeno
A vo te cuentio el ñengo flow chileno
Vo teni buena mano, si tu novia tiene muy ricos los senos
Porqué me hablai así
Si yo conozco de ti
Yo se bien que tu no dai
Que te viste tu papii
Sigo fumando relax
Sigue tirando pelás
Con el internet de casa que te pagan tus papas,
Porqué me hablai así
Si yo conozco de ti
Yo se bien que tu no dai
Que te viste tu papii
Sigo fumando relax
Sigue tirando pelás
Con el internet de casa que te pagan tus papas,
Poe facebook tienen castillo, y son millo millo
Y en persona, le pide a su abuelo pa los pitillos
Por las redes dan gatillo, gatillo y mas gatillo
Y en la calle, no se atreve a pescar niun papelillo
Le canto al hijito e' papi para que el chico le arda
Y no me tire en insta el hijo de la bastarda
Me dijeron que tu novia tambien me pela de espalda
Pero me ve de frente y sola se subiria la falda
Y es asi, yo no entiendo por que usted me tira ami
Si yo me paqueaba mientras a ti te hacian el nesquix
A mi me respetan y a ti te dicen el choro qüix
Yo soy enfermo del casco mas o menos de los six
Too' los dias me levanto y al doctor le
Doy las gracias, por el jarabe de la farmacia
Cuando en las noches me acuesto yo le ruego a mi señor (amen)
Que le de mucha vida a ese doctor

Why Do You Talk Like That?

I don't understand why you talk to me like that
If I know about you
I know well that you don't give
That your daddy dresses you
I keep smoking relaxed
Keep throwing peels
With the home internet that your dad pays for
Why do you talk to me like that
If I know about you
I know well that you don't give
That your daddy dresses you
I keep smoking relaxed
Keep throwing peels
With the home internet that your parents pay for,
I don't understand why you talk like a gangster
If in truth you haven't lived anything
Three words and you're left in code pio
They told me that a bastard has never been
And that everything is paid for from the cradle, I had already figured that out
They talk like damn and nothing happens
They fly with a joint and I with an empanada
Two grams of crippy for each sheet
And that's why my mind is now disturbed
Sick, I'll throw sperm in your girlfriend's face
Even if she's ugly or weird, a little weird
I'll take a picture of her if she stops me
And I'll send them to you on WhatsApp to see if you really show your face
Don't give it the evil cut if you are good
That the eggs in the face
Ibuprofen doesn't reduce the swelling
I'll tell you about the Chilean ñengo flow
You have a good hand, if your girlfriend has very rich breasts
Why do you talk to me like that
If I know about you
I know well that you don't give
That your daddy dresses you
I keep smoking relaxed
Keep throwing peels
With the home internet that your parents pay for,
Why do you talk to me like that
If I know about you
I know well that you don't give
That your daddy dresses you
I keep smoking relaxed
Keep throwing peels
With the home internet that your parents pay for,
For Facebook they have a castle, and they are millo millo
And in person, he asks his grandfather for cigarettes
On the networks they give trigger, trigger and more trigger
And on the street, he doesn't dare to catch even a piece of paper
I sing to daddy's little boy so that the boy burns
And don't throw me on Insta the son of the bastard
They told me that your girlfriend also peels me from behind
But she sees me from the front and she would lift her skirt alone
And that's how it is, I don't understand why you throw me at me
If I was packing while they were doing the nesquix to you
They respect me and they call you the thief qüix
I am sick of the helmet, more or less from the six
Every day I get up and go to the doctor
I thank you, for the syrup from the pharmacy
When I go to bed at night I pray to my lord (amen)
May he give that doctor a lot of life