Текст и перевод песни Regula - Mad Com Esta Shit

Mad Com Esta Shit

Mad com esta shit, mad com esta shit
Eu ′tou mad com esta shit, mad, mad com esta shit (ah)
Mad com esta shit, mad com esta shit
Eu 'tou mad com esta shit, mad, mad com esta shit

Boy eu ′tou mad com esta shit (huh)
Superbad com esta six, tu devias por mais swag nessas flicks
Álcool na mão, o mesmo swag que os Tha Liks
O mesmo swag desde o tempo das festas do Ritz

Old school, mad flags nessa street
Na altura era só bags nas de litro
Deep show, beep show, nunca viste faggs nessa click, boy
Só ponho os meus dreads no meu clipe, boy

Ficas cego, yeah we make noise (ah) fake toys
Hall of fames, deixamos tags nessa shit
Grandes grifes, yeah we're popping tags nessa shit
Pois eu acabo a noite no meio das legs dessa bitch (dessa bitch)

Boy, ela mede capacetes e tu nem te apercebes dessa shit
Por isso que tu 'tás mad com essa bitch (mad, mad com essa bitch)
Porque eu deixei-lhe um tag nessas tits

Mad com esta shit, mad com esta shit
Eu ′tou mad com esta shit, mad, mad com esta shit
Mad com esta shit, mad com esta shit
Eu ′tou mad com esta shit, mad, mad com esta shit (bitch)

Eu 'tou mad com esta shit
É o que dá veres aqueles que crescem ao teu lado tornarem-se cadáveres (huh)
Motherfucker é o que dá quereres ser diferente num mundo pronto a formatar carácteres
Eu tou mad com tantas contas, que até vejo com menos cash
Mad com o rap porque cada vez ′tão todos menos fresh

'Tou mad com aquele senhor que guarda a ponte em vez do Tejo
Com putas que giram tanto que andam tontas desde os dez
Mad por ficar calado quando a bófia pega a lista
Por tu seres dos que se afogam, pronto a gritar terra à vista!

Eu ′tou mad com esta shit, por talvez no fim perceber que nem p'ra ser um bom artista deu
Eu já nasci mad pronto pa′ exceder a linha
A vida é uma puta e todos parecem querer foder a minha
Por isso que se foda tudo, morra tudo
Se esta merda não mudar, nem que se foda eu mudo

Mad com esta shit, mad com esta shit
Eu 'tou mad com esta shit, mad, mad com esta shit
Mad com esta shit, mad com esta shit
Eu 'tou mad com esta shit, mad, mad com esta shit

E se eu ′tou mad com esta shit, não percebes esta shit, bitch
Falas mal, mas pedes feats, triste
Tu não me impedes e é normal que te despistes
′Tou-me a cagar p'ro teu swag, queres Xeg em todos os bits, viste

Hoje todos querem ser cantores, mas muitos ficam no entulho
Todos querem ser promissores, mas não se aplicam no bagulho
Outros dizem ser produtores, mas admitam-se ao barulho
E outros são meus seguidores só não admitem por orgulho

E eu vejo tanta ostentação, tentação então segue
Não queiras ser aquele boy, que só tenta e não consegue
Com o Xeg, isso tinhas que nascer outra vez
Começa então por te matar, porque isso p′ra mim nem são bocas

Vocês são mentes ocas e tu vendes poucas, três, quatro cópias de CDs
Tão no armário tipo roupa e por quê?
Porque eu sou fresh e tu perdido nesta onda
Isso tens de perguntar a Deus, mas eu duvido que ele te responda

Mad com esta shit, mad com esta shit
Eu 'tou mad com esta shit, mad, mad com esta shit
Mad com esta shit, mad com esta shit
Eu ′tou mad com esta shit, mad, mad com esta shit (bitch)

Mad About This Shit

Mad about this shit, mad about this shit
I'm mad about this shit, mad, mad about this shit (ah)
Mad about this shit, mad about this shit
I'm mad about this shit, mad, mad about this shit

Boy, I'm mad about this shit (huh)
Super bad with this chick, you should put more swag in those flicks
Alcohol in hand, the same swag as Tha Liks
The same swag since the Ritz party days

Old school, mad flags on this street
Back then it was just bags in the liter bottles
Deep show, peep show, you never saw fags in this click, boy
I only put my dreads in my clip, boy

You get blinded, yeah we make noise (ah) fake toys
Hall of fames, we leave tags in this shit
Big brands, yeah we're popping tags in this shit
Cause I end the night between this bitch's legs (this bitch)

Boy, she measures helmets and you don't even notice this shit
That's why you're mad at this bitch (mad, mad at this bitch)
Because I left her a tag on those tits

Mad about this shit, mad about this shit
I'm mad about this shit, mad, mad about this shit
Mad about this shit, mad about this shit
I'm mad about this shit, mad, mad about this shit (bitch)

I'm mad about this shit
It's what happens when you see those who grow up beside you become corpses (huh)
Motherfucker, it's what happens when you want to be different in a world ready to format characters
I'm mad about so many bills, that I even see with less cash
Mad at rap because everyone is getting less fresh

I'm mad at that guy who guards the bridge instead of the Tejo
With whores who spin so much they've been dizzy since they were ten
Mad for staying quiet when the cops get the list
For you being one of those who drown, ready to shout land ho!

I'm mad about this shit, because maybe in the end I'll realize it wasn't even enough to be a good artist
I was born mad, ready to exceed the line
Life is a bitch and everyone seems to want to fuck mine
So fuck everything, let it all die
If this shit doesn't change, even if it fucks me, I change

Mad about this shit, mad about this shit
I'm mad about this shit, mad, mad about this shit
Mad about this shit, mad about this shit
I'm mad about this shit, mad, mad about this shit

And if I'm mad about this shit, you don't understand this shit, bitch
You talk shit, but you ask for feats, sad
You don't stop me and it's normal that you lose it
I don't give a shit about your swag, you want Xeg in every bit, you see

Today everyone wants to be a singer, but many stay in the rubble
Everyone wants to be promising, but they don't apply themselves to the thing
Others say they are producers, but admit to the noise
And others are my followers they just don't admit it out of pride

And I see so much ostentation, temptation then follows
Don't want to be that boy, who only tries and fails
With Xeg, you had to be born again
Start by killing yourself, because that's not even talk for me

You are hollow minds and you sell few, three, four copies of CDs
They're in the closet like clothes and why?
Because I'm fresh and you're lost in this wave
You have to ask God, but I doubt he'll answer you

Mad about this shit, mad about this shit
I'm mad about this shit, mad, mad about this shit
Mad about this shit, mad about this shit
I'm mad about this shit, mad, mad about this shit (bitch)