Текст и перевод песни T&K - Ill Mati

Ill Mati

Guardo un fajo con la Calvin Klein
Mi vieja me busca en mis ojos y creo que no me ve
Me subo a un auto, voy a la cima ma
Que, vuelvo con la plata que me trae mi rap
En mi cerebro Roc Marci
A mi no me da gracia ni Eddie Murphy
Vos sos un cartel y no es del Cali
Y tu novia anda igual a Marixa Balli
Loco por la plata pero, a mi manera
No voy a mear afuera y que tus ojos me vean
Te llevo en mi piel kid y a donde sea
Papi va a ganar te lo jura como sea
Tuve amor del ghetto con historias y situación villera
Después volé por un Jet pago por la cordillera
Paré a contar a todas las nenas que querían tenerme
Querían que yo no vuelva a verla
Fumando weed mientras la música me da en la frente
Con una reina al lado y porro entre los dientes
Me hablan de más y no les creo, chequeo con lentes
Yo hablo de más porque me avala un expediente
I-L-L-M-A-T-I, Vainilla Ice
I-L-L-M-A-T-I, (¿Que?) Vainilla Ice
Junto de a poco para, un Cristo enorme de oro
Si me lo come así seguido me enamoro
Ando loco, busco el logo de un toro
Me siento Drake y a tu hoe Toronto
Por eso le entro como hungry a Compton
Analogic Kids, que, N Wise Gonso
Nace Writting Classics, Supreme rap style
A veces cuando salgo me domina el reptil
Salgo y reviento un fajo mil
Antes de dormir me trae el rico una milf
Desde el ghetto hasta tu cara de gil
A mi no me conocen ni me dice que decir
Oh, oh, do you know?
Papi a mi me sobra el flow
Lo hago como el Super Bowl
Asentado que me sobra el flow
Do you know?

Ill Mati

I clutch a stack with the Calvin Klein
My old girl searches my eyes and I think she don't see me
I get in a car, I'm going to the top ma
That, I come back with the money that my rap brings me
Roc Marci in my brain
Eddie Murphy doesn't make me laugh
You're a poster, but not from Cali
And your girlfriend looks like Marixa Balli
Crazy for the money but, my own way
I'm not going to pee outside and let your eyes see me
I carry you on my skin kid and wherever I go
Daddy's going to win, I swear he will come what may
I had ghetto love with stories and a shantytown situation
Then I flew on a Jet paid for by the mountain range
I stopped to count all the girls who wanted to have me
They wanted me to never see her again
Smoking weed while the music hits me in the forehead
With a queen beside me and a joint between my teeth
They talk too much and I don't believe them, I check with glasses
I talk too much because I'm backed up by a record
I-L-L-M-A-T-I, Vanilla Ice
I-L-L-M-A-T-I, (What?) Vanilla Ice
I'm putting it together little by little for, a huge Christ of gold
If he eats me like that all the time, I fall in love
I'm crazy, looking for the logo of a bull
I feel like Drake and your hoe Toronto
That's why I'm getting into Compton hungry
Analogic Kids, that, N Wise Gonso
Writting Classics is born, Supreme rap style
Sometimes when I go out the reptile dominates me
I go out and blow a thousand bucks
Before I go to sleep, a milf brings me a rich one
From the ghetto to your stupid face
They don't know me or tell me what to say
Oh, oh, do you know?
Baby I have too much flow
I do it like the Super Bowl
I'm settled, I have too much flow
Do you know?