Текст и перевод песни T&K - Alas

Alas

No quiero verte complicated all time
Agarra la plata, las llaves, las sedas, los Prime
Ponete suave que seguimos que están blanca las Nikes
Que esas putas no valen ni la mitad de lo que creía su papá
Y ese que era tu pana ¿dónde está?
Que se curta homie
Borralo de la story
Dale poné Mos Def al cheff y
Empezamos como De Niro y Pesci
Busca tu pussy nuevo para el Netflix
Cristo no pregunta por vos
Acá al cielo no llegamos perro pero acá sos vos
La calle te separa
Plata, churros y amor
Pero, ¿hace cuánto que tu vieja no sabe algo de vos?
¿Hace cuánto que esperamos los flows?
Para poder hacer realmente verdadero Hip Hop
Del barrio desde antes con CD, pañuelo y hash
Fumando los primeros porros, practicando breakdance
Nos quedarían ridículas las alas
Por nuestras caras, de la calle
Para la nada
Para el skater, para los graffers
Para los rappers de prenda starter
Para los homies
Tommy o Polo Ralph Lauren
No sabe nadie
Las cosas que pasaron wacho
En Buenos Aires
Rap de verdad, de la calle
Para la calle (qué?)
No la malflashen

Alas

I don't want to see you complicate things all the time, baby
Grab the money, the keys, the silks, the Prime
Calm down because we're still going and the Nikes are white
Those sluts aren't worth half of what their dad thought
And where is that guy who was your friend?
Let him suffer, homie
Delete him from your story
Come on, put some Mos Def on for the chef and
We'll start like De Niro and Pesci
Find your new pussy for Netflix
Christ doesn't ask about you
Here we don't reach heaven, but here you are, babe
The street separates you
Money, churros and love
But how long has it been since your old lady heard from you?
How long have we been waiting for the flows?
To be able to make real Hip Hop
From the neighborhood since before with CD, bandana and hash
Smoking the first joints, practicing breakdancing
Wings would look ridiculous on us
Because of our faces, from the street
For nothing
For the skater, for the graffers
For the rappers of the starter prenda
For the homies
Tommy or Polo Ralph Lauren
Nobody knows
The things that happened, dude
In Buenos Aires
Real rap, from the street
For the street (what?)
Don't mess it up