Текст и перевод песни Nicki Nicole - Mala Vida/Wapo Traketero - Tiny Desk

Mala Vida/Wapo Traketero - Tiny Desk

Quería decirle, bambino, que uste' esté trayéndose un flow (bandido)
Su secreto está guarda'o aquí (conmigo)
Sabe, yo respeto, pero nunca (olvido)

Tarde siempre tarde, yo lo siento
Les molesta todo lo que rondo
Devolucione', no caigo en eso
'Toy buscándome yo los peso'
Yo no quería que (caiga preso)

Regalito a la mamma, par de bille'
Pa' que se lo goce y de mí no se olvide
Y la herida llevo aquí
Dime tú (si me va a sanar)

La mala vida que me persigue
Los tiempo' están cambiando y nosotro' también
La calle está ardiendo, guiándome
Ni olvido, ni perdón a lo que fuiste ayer

(Mala vida) que me persigue
(Mala vida) ya no puedo salir
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) eh, ¿cómo?
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)

Que hay que delinquir pa' poder tenerte
Que hay que poner pila' pa' poder tenerme
Quiero to' la money, quiero una medalla
Por descartar giles que no dan la talla

Y vos estás estresa'o, y yo sonando en alta
Que la cuenten esos haters, no le' da la nafta
Tener lo que presumen jamás me hizo falta
Casi sin querer, lo mío se destaca

Y wapo traketero
Siempre quiere verme
Y dice que es un santo
Pero es un delincuente

Dice que soy lo mejor de su vida
Que quiere perderse conmigo to' el día
Que por mí apunta, tira y tira
Que ya no le importa cometer un delito por su niña

Y aunque no caigas en la de nadie
Con una mirada puede enamorarte
(Es parte) de su arte
Tiene fuego prepara'o

Wapo traketero
Siempre quiere verme-eh
Y dice que es un santo
Pero es un delincuente

Y wapo traketero
Siempre quiere verme
Y dice que es un santo, yah-ah (uh-uh-uh)
No, yeh

Mala Vida/Wapo Traketero - Tiny Desk

I wanted to tell you, baby, that you're bringing a flow (you bandit)
I've got your secret right here (with me)
You know, I respect you, but I never (forget)

Always late, always late, I'm sorry
Everything I'm around bothers them
You give it back, I don't fall for that
I'm looking for my own money
I didn't want you to (go to jail)

A little gift for mommy, a few bills
So you can enjoy them and not forget me
And I carry the wound here
Tell me (if you're going to heal me)

The bad life that haunts me
Times are changing and we are too
The street is burning, guiding me
I don't forget or forgive what you were yesterday

(Bad life) that haunts me
(Bad life) I can't leave
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) eh, how?
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)

That I have to commit crimes to have you
That I have to work hard to have you
I want all the money, I want a medal
For discarding fools who can't hack it

And you're stressed out, and I'm dreaming out loud
Let the haters tell it, they can't keep up
Having what they show off has never been necessary for me
Almost without trying, mine stands out

And handsome hustler
He always wants to see me
And he says he's a saint
But he's a criminal

He says I'm the best thing in his life
That he wants to get lost with me all day long
That for me he aims, shoots and shoots
That he doesn't care about committing a crime for his girl

And even though you don't fall for anyone
He can make you fall in love with just a look
(It's part) of his art
He has fire ready

Handsome hustler
He always wants to see me-eh
And he says he's a saint
But he's a criminal

And handsome hustler
He always wants to see me
And he says he's a saint, yah-ah (uh-uh-uh)
No, yeah