Текст и перевод песни Morad - Acto de Calma

Acto de Calma

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Mira loco: esto suena muy intacto
Flipa como si fuera un acto de calma
A veces to's insecto, yo no soy artista, pero si me traes un artista, te lo dejo recto
Mira qué casualidad, te vendes por dinero
A ti el dinero te cambia mentalidad

Y esa humildad que dices con cadenas que te dan to' los joyero'
Y al final de mes ese es más financiá'
Es tener la esencia, ser claro y sobre todo tener la ocurrencia
La suerte de saber que no caigo en la decadencia
La suerte de saber que la muerte deja consciencia

Estás hablando pero solo es de ignorancia
Es que falta algo, loco, suenas muy rancio
Yo se lo repito, tío, hay que tene' esencia
Y saber que yo nunca aparento de la mafia

O decir que tú eres de la calle, luego con los videíto' de las chica'
O como saber que te miran siempre por las rede'
A mí no me importa si no me publica
O saber cómo incluso a ti te admiran por dentro y por fueran to' te lo critica

¿Y cómo están?, ¿dónde están?, ¿y cómo están?, envidia tú no la mastica'
Eso e' normal, loco
Aburrido' jardinero' acaban poniendo foco'
Alguno' con atraco' hablan con hombres de Paco
Otro' locos por coca, otro' robos que no se pusieron ni el casco
En miseria tú te muere' por el tabaco
Si yo no fumo, a la semana le cojo asco

No regalo oído' y a toda' las complazco
Es como una fragancia en un pequeño frasco
No le llamo rap, tío, esto' llamarían o dirían que e' lo mismo tener, a no na' que ver
No sé qué decir, pero son habladuría'
De saber que tu gente pa mí es una tontería
En pastelerías, pasteles vendidos en las teterías
Tomas té, te ríes, eso es tontería
Te ríes y es cuando ahí te pasan to'a la mercancía
Tú te ríes, pero porque eres de los de la maría

Madre mía, tío, es que fumo y a veces me río
Es verdad que por Beny he pasado frío
Por eso es que lo considero de los mío'
Y no soy dominicano, pero te digo de lo mío
Nada mereci'o, ¿ah, no?
Porque yo me lo he buscado, y no he tenido nunca que mamarlo

Tú quieres ser nosotro'
Pero pa' ser como nosotro' tú tiene' que mamarlo
Hay uno que tiene los ojo' claro'
Otros cobran paro, fugas en semáforo'
Y mientras yo te lleno un aforo
Se escucha un disparo y fue porque nadie esperó

Y nadie lo esperó, dime qué esperas
Al fin y al cabo el dinero pasa toda' las fronteras
Lamer culo' y hacer que tú te la creas
Pa' seguir siendo siempre el mismo ese, ese parguela
Traperos de la codeína
Ahora son de la calle y se la pasan meti'o to' el día en la esquina
Y nunca he recordado a un yonqui de la cocaína
Que sea de la calle y que encima domina
Tomas medicina' para hacer tus directos
Y opinas y a ver si imaginas cuando te cojamos

Tu gente no me vale para na' y cuando los veamos de cara veremos por dónde vamos
Al fin y al cabo dime quién ha cambiado de nosotros
Tú tienes un grupo pero no son nosotros
Tú te has engañado porque quieres ser yo
Y mi grupo nunca va a ser como vosotros
No te pienses que nunca hemo' ganado
Hemo' perdido, hemos pasado
Hemos visto a persona' que nos han fallado
Pero cuando los vemo' los vemos poco agachados

El dinero tú me lo pedías, y ahora que nunca lo tienen te ponen a hablar incluso a tu espalda
El dinero tú lo preferías, por eso no me vendo con Beny por mujeres o una falda
La amistad no me vale para na', hay gente que me llegan, pero luego no son na'
Una pistola que te dispara a la banana, un contacto de Francia que le llaman "Banana"
Al fin y al cabo hablan, pero no es na'-na'-na'
Yo me fumo uno y te mato bebiéndome un Guaraná
Tú eres una perra, loco, no eres para na', y te vendes por tu grupo, por mujeres o por lana-na
Yo tengo a mi grupo que es cerrado de mentalidades que tú ni siquiera llegaría' si ni quiera, ah-ah

Oye, ah, mira
Ah, y tú no llega' a na'-na'-na'
Ah, y tú no llega' a na'-na'-na'
Ah, y tú no llega' a na'-na'-na'
Ah, y tú no llega' a na'-na'-na'
Ah, y tú no llega' a na'-na'-na'

Act of Calm

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Look, man: this sounds very intact
Trip as if it were an act of calm
Sometimes we are all insects, I am not an artist, but if you bring me an artist, I'll leave him straight
Look what a coincidence, you sell yourself for money
Money changes your mentality

And that humility you talk about with chains given to you by all the jewelers
And at the end of the month that one is more financed
It's about having the essence, being clear and above all having the wit
The luck of knowing that I don't fall into decadence
The luck of knowing that death leaves consciousness

You're talking but it's only out of ignorance
Something's missing, man, you sound very stale
I repeat it to him, dude, you have to have essence
And to know that I never pretend to be from the mafia

Or say that you are from the streets, then with the videos of the girls
Or how to know that they always look at you on the networks
It doesn't matter to me if he doesn't publish me
Or know how even you are admired from the inside and from the outside, everything is criticized

And how are they?, where are they?, and how are they?, you can't chew envy
That's normal, man
Bored gardeners end up putting focus
Some with robberies talk to Paco's men
Others crazy for coke, others robberies that didn't even put on a helmet
In misery you die for tobacco
If I don't smoke, I get disgusted in a week

I don't give away ears and I please them all
It's like a fragrance in a small bottle
I don't call it rap, dude, this they would call or say that it's the same to have, to have nothing to do with it
I don't know what to say, but it's hearsay
To know that your people for me is nonsense
In pastry shops, cakes sold in tea shops
You drink tea, you laugh, that's nonsense
You laugh and that's when they pass you all the merchandise there
You laugh, but because you are one of those of Mary

My mother, man, I smoke and sometimes I laugh
It's true that I've been cold by Beny
That's why I consider him one of my own
And I'm not Dominican, but I tell you about my own
Nothing deserved, huh?
Because I looked for it myself, and I've never had to suck it

You wanna be us
But to be like us you have to suck it
There is one who has light eyes
Others collect unemployment, traffic light leaks
And while I fill a capacity for you
A shot is heard and it was because nobody waited

And nobody expected it, tell me what do you expect
At the end of the day, money crosses all borders
Lick ass and make you believe it
To continue being always the same one, that wimp
Codeine trappers
Now they are from the streets and spend all day stuck on the corner
And I've never remembered a cocaine junkie
Who is from the street and who dominates on top
You take medicine to do your live shows
And you think and let's see if you imagine when we catch you

Your people are worthless to me and when we see them face to face we'll see where we're going
After all, tell me who has changed from us
You have a group but they are not us
You've fooled yourself because you want to be me
And my group is never going to be like you
Don't think we've never won
We have lost, we have passed
We have seen people who have failed us
But when we see them we see them hunched over

You used to ask me for money, and now that they never have it, they put you to talk even behind your back
You preferred money, that's why I don't sell myself with Beny for women or a skirt
Friendship is worthless to me, there are people who come to me, but then they are nothing
A gun that shoots you in the banana, a French contact that they call "Banana"
At the end of the day they talk, but it's nothing-nothing-nothing
I smoke one and kill you by drinking a Guarana
You are a bitch, man, you are good for nothing, and you sell yourself for your group, for women or for wool-wool
I have my group that is closed-minded that you wouldn't even arrive if you didn't even, ah-ah

Hey, ah, look
Ah, and you don't get anywhere-na-na
Ah, and you don't get anywhere-na-na
Ah, and you don't get anywhere-na-na
Ah, and you don't get anywhere-na-na
Ah, and you don't get anywhere-na-na