Текст и перевод песни Pavl Snow - Counting
Ya
no
se
que
hacer
con
toda
esta
mierda
I
don't
know
what
to
do
with
all
this
shit
anymore
Ya
se
me
están
cansando
las
piernas
My
legs
are
getting
tired
Ya
no
duermo
estoy
siempre
alerta
I
don't
sleep,
I'm
always
alert
Toda
una
vida
atrás
de
la
moneda
A
lifetime
chasing
money
Toda
una
vida
esperando
que
llueva
A
lifetime
waiting
for
rain
Quiero
la
pasta,
unas
Jordan
nuevas
I
want
the
money,
some
new
Jordans
Están
pendientes
de
que
yo
me
mueva
They're
waiting
for
me
to
move
Para
decidir
si
salen
de
la
cueva,
men
To
decide
if
they
come
out
of
the
cave,
man
I
say
fuck
you
too
I
say
fuck
you
too
Give
me
the
mic
im
gonna
check
one,
two
Give
me
the
mic,
I'm
gonna
check
one,
two
I'm
at
the
crib
cooking
something
new
I'm
at
the
crib
cooking
something
new
She's
popping
the
red,
then
popping
the
blue,
okey
She's
popping
the
red,
then
popping
the
blue,
okay
Fake
ass
bitches
me
distraen
Fake-ass
bitches
distract
me
Piden
mas
de
lo
que
valen
They
ask
for
more
than
they're
worth
Solo
tomo
si
es
Black
label
I
only
drink
if
it's
Black
Label
Saben
quien
trae
las
claves
They
know
who
holds
the
keys
Saben
quien
la
mueve
en
la
ciudad
They
know
who
moves
it
in
the
city
Flashan
conmigo
esa
es
la
verdad
They
flash
me,
that's
the
truth
En
menos
de
un
año
ya
estoy
acá
In
less
than
a
year,
I'm
here
Mi
nombre
en
carteles
por
todos
lados
My
name
on
posters
everywhere
I
just
pulled
up
on
you
bitches
I
just
pulled
up
on
you
bitches
You
see
me
counting
em'
diggits
You
see
me
counting
them
digits
Counting,
yes
I'm
fucking
counting
Counting,
yes
I'm
fucking
counting
Si
ese
es
el
trap
argentino
renuncio
If
that's
Argentine
trap,
I
quit
Me
bajo,
me
busco
un
trabajo
I'm
getting
out,
I'm
getting
a
job
Vine
a
mostrar
que
hay
buen
gusto
I
came
to
show
that
there's
good
taste
Aunque
no
se
donde
encajo
Even
though
I
don't
fit
in
Me
siento
un
fucking
alienigena
I
feel
like
a
fucking
alien
Son
todos
grosos
que
viven
del
trap
They're
all
fat
cats
who
live
off
trap
Son
todos
narcos
no
les
creo
nada
They're
all
narcos,
I
don't
believe
a
thing
they
say
Te
suena
el
celu,
llama
tu
mama
Your
phone
rings,
it's
your
mom
Part
time
dope
boy
Part-time
dope
boy
Full
time
fuck
boy
Full-time
fuck
boy
I
want
it
all
I
want
it
all
Cop
that
Rolls
Royce
Buy
that
Rolls-Royce
Grabo
en
casa
te
lo
distribuyo
I'll
record
it
at
home
and
distribute
it
to
you
Yo
no
se
quien
produjo
lo
tuyo
I
don't
know
who
produced
your
track
Escuchan
mis
temas
se
quedan
mudos
They
hear
my
songs
and
they're
speechless
Mandame
un
DM
si
queres
te
ayudo
Send
me
a
DM
if
you
want
me
to
help
you
I
just
pulled
up
on
you
bitches
I
just
pulled
up
on
you
bitches
You
see
me
counting
em'
diggits
You
see
me
counting
them
digits
Counting,
yes
I'm
fucking
counting
Counting,
yes
I'm
fucking
counting
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