Текст и перевод песни SFDK con Tote King - $ + €

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Si, quien habla?
- Ya sabes quien soy...
- Si lose lose, envie a un tipo a enviar el paquete no ha llamado todo ha ido bien?
- Te dire algo, olvidate del dinero.
- Que?
- Que te olvides del dinero!
- Bueno es mucho dinero que estas haciendo que has querido decir con eso?
- Que, que estoy haciendo? estoy hablando con un telefono vacio.
- No te entiendo.
- Porque hay un hombre muerto al otro extremo de esta jodida linea.
Son las nueve y veinte, suena el móvil, numero privao
Asi reviente, mi cerebro esta cerrao
Un ColaCao y un Phosquitos, necesito
Llevo tres semanas sin quitá el aparato de los mosquitos
Y los royalties son de broma, la publi no existe
Si Tote esta en la zona todos los rappers embisten
Los nuevos tropiezan mucho son el malo de Scream
Tu próxima opcion la pienso declinar como el latín
Y ese contrato, mira no es grato
Las claúsulas de esclavo que descubro causan flatos
Cuando nublo el trato y zumbo, fundo tu lugar
Rodrigo Rato es el Ché comparao a tu sello
Y me quiero fugar.
Escucha lo que traigo y mirame a la cara
Hacemos musica y mi musica no se compara a nada que se baile en el tribal*
No voy hacé un apañao, celebro cada dia mi propio fin de año
Soy el MC profano,
Media Sevilla cofrade persigue mi bici, ¡¡Mira mama sin manos!!
El director del seminario antiprogre sigue con sustrato
Recuerden cuando sople mi silbato.
Si es que te estás cagando fueral plato
Tote perdona man dao un toque al móvil
Y el número este parece de los Carpatos
De un nota que se enzarpa tó
Abre bien los parpados, mi casa es hostal pa dos
Y mi música un escándalo, entiendelo
Despues de tó parece gente sensata
Ratas con corbata, ratata!!! vigila a quien te mata por plata
Llevando un peinao de figurín
Hablando con el móvil con Martin* pa Tote King
Sé de que se trata
Quince años llevo ya en el ring
Quedemos en un restaurante caro y abre el maletín
El RAP empieza a hacer dinero y tú lo sabes
Ivitame a comé Manué y págame un viaje en AVE, son tus credenciales
Mentras los chavales de mi barrio roban bares con perseciciones policiales
Y se salvan por los pelos ya les vale
El país entero me ofrecio dinero por estos cantares
Venga tio nos vemos en el Antares*
Ya te contaré por ahi de bares si no hay un fan que me dispare
Ofrece lo que quiera a mi me da iguá
Quisieron darme $$$$$$$$$$ en mondeas antiguas...
Flow suave...
¿Pagarme cada seis meses una mierda de sueldo?
Lo siento no vea si te cabe
Me arranco después de la pausa
Con nauseas enormes, la causa no sé si la sabe
Te hablo de dólares, no me ofrezcas collares
Y ponle publicidad a mi disco cuando este en la calle
Pon a gente que reparta Flyers
No ves que el público prefiere a SFDK que a Slayer
Solo pensando en adelantarme la pasta
Atarme vivo, sacando mi polla a subasta
Me invita a conocer su milla verde
Pa luego darme larga cuando ni mi madre me recuerde
¡¡Cuidao que el perro muerde!!
Ná que agradecerle por oirle, señor vinimos a verle
Por la desinfección del germen...
Creerme, por que a estas alturas quedan MC′s que se nos duermen (Duermen!)
O estan pegaos con SuperGen,
Los veo quietos en el andén mientras que pasa mi tren
Un va y ven de aire que no sale a flote
Deja que pote, encerrao en mi camarote.
No me permito nada por ser el Tote
Solo dejo que mi estilo flote, tengo 25 tacos y todavia me llaman por mi mote
Y visto ancho todavia
En esos pantalones donde caben dos como yo
Intenta rapeá tu no podrias
Veneren mi flow, fui del parque al cartel
Me suda la polla la cárcel
El unico rapper que os hace sentir a Deep Purple
No falla, coballas sin tallas se encallan
Vaciamos la playa, saltamos morralla en carreras de 100 metros vallas
Yo lo llamo pesadilla
No quieren leer en el cole pero se saben la plantilla entera del Madrid y del Ajax
Pandilla de... mierda me mosquea
Y los sellos de España son cuatro puretas vestios de Casual Wear
Todavia doy clases de mc cretino
Cuando saquen los flashes y disparen que nos llamen los tres vecinos
Comparen si van alzaos en las arcas de la cocaina
Tote va calzao en tres marcas ya no sabe quien lo patrocina
No ofrezcan más verdades que no son verdad del todo
Y nunca escribas con la mano que luego borras con el codo
Odisea en el Lodo en mi caso es cuando perdí el orgullo
Mis abrazos con Óscar y Zatu no son asunto tuyo...
Discoteca Sevillana que dedica un dia de la semana a la parte comercial Del Hip Hop y R&B.
Quien lleva la contratacion de Tote.
Club privado, para el sevillanito adinerado de a pié con sus pisitas de tenis y demás.

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Yes, who's speaking?
- You know who I am...
- Yeah, I know, I know. I sent a guy to deliver the package. He hasn't called, everything went alright?
- Let me tell you something, forget about the money.
- What?
- Forget about the money!
- Well, it's a lot of money you're dealing with, what did you mean by that?
- What am I doing? I'm talking to an empty phone.
- I don't understand.
- Because there's a dead man on the other end of this damn line.
It's nine twenty, the phone rings, private number
Even if it bursts, my brain is shut
A Cola Cao and some Phoskitos, I need
I've spent three weeks without taking off the mosquito device
And the royalties are a joke, the publicity doesn't exist
If Tote is around, all the rappers attack
The new ones stumble a lot, they're like the bad guy in Scream
I'm gonna decline your next option like Latin
And that contract, look, it's not pleasing
The slave clauses I discover cause me gas
When I cloud the deal and buzz, I sink your place
Rodrigo Rato is Che Guevara compared to your label
And I want to escape.
Listen to what I bring and look at my face
We make music and my music can't be compared to anything they dance to at Tribal*
I'm not gonna make a deal, I celebrate my own New Year's Eve every day
I'm the profane MC,
Half of Seville's brotherhood chases my bike, Look mom, no hands!!
The director of the anti-progressive seminary continues with substrate
Remember when I blow my whistle.
If you're shitting yourself, get out of the way
Tote, sorry man, I got a call on my cell
And this number seems like it's from the Carpathians
From a guy who gets everything involved
Open your eyelids wide, my house is a hostel for two
And my music is a scandal, understand it
After all, they seem like sensible people
Rats with ties, rat-tat-tat!!! watch out who kills you for money
Wearing a model's hairstyle
Talking on the phone with Martin* for Tote King
I know what it's about
I've been in the ring for fifteen years
Let's meet at an expensive restaurant and open the briefcase
RAP is starting to make money and you know it
Invite me to eat, Manué, and pay for an AVE trip, those are your credentials
While the kids in my neighborhood rob bars with police chases
And they get away by the skin of their teeth, good for them
The whole country offered me money for these songs
Come on dude, let's meet at Antares*
I'll tell you about the bars around there if there's not a fan who shoots me
Offer what you want, I don't care
They wanted to give me $$$$$$$$$$ in old pesetas...
Smooth flow...
Pay me a shitty salary every six months?
Sorry, I don't see if it fits
I pull out after the break
With enormous nausea, I don't know if you know the cause
I'm talking about dollars, don't offer me necklaces
And advertise my album when it's out
Get people to hand out flyers
Can't you see that the audience prefers SFDK to Slayer
Just thinking about advancing me the dough
Tying me up alive, putting my dick up for auction
He invites me to see his green mile
Then give me the boot when even my mother doesn't remember me
Watch out, the dog bites!!
Nothing to thank him for listening, sir, we came to see you
For the disinfection of the germ...
Believe me, because at this point there are MCs who are falling asleep on us (Sleeping!)
Or they're stuck with SuperGen,
I see them standing still on the platform while my train passes
A coming and going of air that doesn't come afloat
Let it pot, locked in my cabin.
I don't allow myself anything for being Tote
I just let my style float, I'm 25 years old and they still call me by my nickname
And I still dress wide
In those pants where two like me can fit
Try to rap, you couldn't
Venerate my flow, I went from the park to the billboard
I don't give a damn about jail
The only rapper that makes you feel like Deep Purple
It doesn't fail, small fry without size run aground
We empty the beach, we jump over fences in 100-meter hurdles races
I call it a nightmare
They don't want to read at school but they know the whole squad of Madrid and Ajax
Gang of... shit, it pisses me off
And the labels in Spain are four old farts dressed in Casual Wear
I still give classes on how to be a shitty MC
When they take out the flashes and shoot, let the three neighbors call us
Compare if they're high on cocaine coffers
Tote is wearing three brands, he doesn't know who sponsors him anymore
Don't offer more truths that aren't entirely true
And never write with the hand you then erase with your elbow
Odyssey in the Mud in my case is when I lost my pride
My hugs with Óscar and Zatu are none of your business...
Seville nightclub that dedicates one day of the week to the commercial side of Hip Hop and R&B.
Who handles Tote's bookings.
Private club, for the wealthy Sevillian on foot with his little tennis shoes and all that.