Текст и перевод песни Natos y Waor - Underground Kings

Underground Kings

Mami, no me tires la mala, mala
Sólo un beso, euro y tala, tala
Shhh, orden en la sala
No vine hacer amigos, sólo guala, guala

Hey, lala, lala
Sal de la burbuja, empuja y jala
Te pongo a botar como en un Impala
Dos pájaros, una bala, bala

Quieren contratarnos pero es caro, caro
Cojen carrerilla, ya no paro, paro
La vida es bonita, claro, claro
Pero a veces puta, es raro, raro

Hey, si tienes frío
Hey, arde en el fuego de mi corazón
Hey, si sientes vacío
Yo tengo la solucion

Voy con M en el paquete de mi BM
Full-equip y llantas del 19
Con una cara vacilón que da asco verme
Acelerando en ámbar, puliendo bien, ve
Dale fuego, putas y botellas de ron
Pampero, que no me baje este colocón
Sin miedo, el combo bueno, el mero, mero
Pillándose el pedo en bares de abuelos

Guala, guala
Lala, lala
One, two
Guala, guala
Lala, lala

Ya firmábamos tetas
En los tiempos de las maquetas
Mi estilo huele a pasta recién hecha, tagliatella
No tengo Dios ni bandera
Dos tibias y una calavera

La bebo de trago, la rompo en el suelo
Insulto al portero y nos echan fuera

Blow maquinón, que se piensan que lo alquilo
Un cadenón que pasa del miedo kilo
Un mujerón que vale su peso en platino
Como el de su tabique, como el de mi disco
Latas de cerveza tiradas por todo el piso
Estamos to' pegaos como el yonki al perico
Revienta el bafle, denuncien los vecinos
Hijos de la Ruina, dicelo su primo

Se acabó el party, llegaron los papis
Ella chupa más que un Bugatti
Toqué con fifty, con H Aldán
A ti no van a verte ni gratis

Underground King como Pimp C y Bun B
Quiero el Maserati de Moltisanti
Que le jodan a ese club de alto standing
Súbelo a tope y revienta el parking

Guala, guala
Lala, lala
One, two
Guala, guala
Lala, lala

Underground Kings

Baby, don't give me the evil eye, evil eye
Just a kiss, a euro and let's go, let's go
Shhh, order in the room
I didn't come to make friends, just money, money

Hey, lala, lala
Get out of the bubble, push and pull
I'll make you bounce like in an Impala
Two birds, one stone, stone

They want to hire us but it's expensive, expensive
They're picking up speed, I won't stop, stop
Life is beautiful, sure, sure
But sometimes it's a bitch, it's strange, strange

Hey, if you're cold
Hey, burn in the fire of my heart
Hey, if you feel empty
I have the solution

I'm riding with M in the package of my BM
Full-equip and 19-inch wheels
With a smug face that makes me disgusting to look at
Speeding on amber, polishing it well, see
Give me fire, bitches and bottles of rum
Pampero, don't let this high come down
Without fear, the good combo, the real deal
Getting wasted in old men's bars

Money, money
Lala, lala
One, two
Money, money
Lala, lala

We were already signing tits
Back in the days of the demos
My style smells like freshly made pasta, tagliatelle
I have no God or flag
Two tibias and a skull

I drink it in one gulp, I smash it on the floor
I insult the bouncer and they kick us out

Blow big machine, they think I rent it
A chain that weighs more than a kilo out of fear
A woman who's worth her weight in platinum
Like the one on her septum, like the one on my record
Beer cans thrown all over the floor
We're all stuck together like the junkie to the coke
Blow up the speaker, the neighbors are complaining
Sons of the Ruin, tell your cousin

The party's over, the daddies are here
She sucks more than a Bugatti
I played with Fifty, with H Aldán
They won't even come see you for free

Underground King like Pimp C and Bun B
I want Moltisanti's Maserati
Fuck that high-standing club
Turn it up and blow up the parking lot

Money, money
Lala, lala
One, two
Money, money
Lala, lala