Текст и перевод песни T&K - Fumá

Fumá

Lo traigo auténtico como Jordan de cuero
Word up, cordones desatados por el ghetto
No hay showmance, personajes crudos so just
Sampleando joyas clásicas funk and soul jazz

My body still with it will make it
Acá en el barrio no sos nadie sin tu money
Te ahoga el tsunami, fiel como miembro de flia. Zuliani
Y vos pensás que sos rap como un Ilya Kuryaki

No me hables, somos culpables
Sospechosos habituales de traer droga y tirarla en Buenos Aires
Estoy tranquilo, como Destroy en los vinilos
Primo I don't need you, vivo soltando estilo

Te sobra el billete, vestilo
Si te hace falta, conseguilo
A nadie le importa nada
Yo no te envidio, vivo delirios entre plantas y alcohol en vidrio y lírico, lidio mi fucking domicilio

¿Por acá buscás alivio? ¿Buscás un territorio tibio?
Los dioses no están muertos, kid
Están paseando por tu barrio y por el mío
Cambiando el mundo con sus Nike and Reeboks

Fúmate dos, fúmate tres
Fúmate dos, fúmate tres
Fúmate dos, fúmate tres
Fúmate dos, fúmate tres
Fúmate dos, fúmate tres
Fúmate dos, fúmate tres (bitch)
Fúmate dos, fúmate tres
Fúmate dos, fúmate tres

De guacho queríamos sonar piola y hacer historia
Como Sub 20 y Saviola
Samplear a Coltrane, Cobain, House of Pain, Di Meola
Tote King, 2006, escuela española

Voy en la mía ron y Coca
Con los pibes en Barracas rompiendo un carioca
Muchos perros, y pulgas pocas
Diciendo que es la vida que nos toca, bitch
Hasta dejarnos knockout

Yo rimo ritmos colosales como Onyx
Puedo sonar como Havoc and Prodigy
Y traficar alcohol como all in the 40's
Vine para quedarme así que, nah primo préndete un Johnny, junto a tu shorty

Fúmate dos, fúmate tres
Fúmate dos, si fúmate tres
(Fúmate dos, fúmate tres)

Me levanto temprano y una tuca me fumé
Me mojé la caripela, un par de verdes me tomé
Y salí para la esquina, con los pibes me crucé
Me quemé un par de fino de la nuca ya quedé
Y corte cinco cayó un amigo
Del bolsillo sacó una flor
Yo pensé que era un té de tilo, pero esa gilada me re pegó
Ahora veo un jardín con flores
Y un enano jugando al ajedrez
Casi más me atropella un bondi, pero está todo bien
Y yo no sé por qué

Smoke It

I bring it authentic, like leather Jordans
Word up, laces untied for the ghetto
No showmance, raw characters, so just
Sampling classic funk, soul and jazz gems

My body's still with it, will make it
Here in the hood, you're nobody without your money
The tsunami drowns you, loyal like a family member, Zuliani
And you think you're rap like an Ilya Kuryaki

Don't talk to me, we're guilty
Usual suspects of bringing drugs and dropping them in Buenos Aires
I'm calm, like Destroy on the vinyls
Cousin, I don't need you, I live dropping style

You got extra cash, flaunt it
If you need it, get it
Nobody cares about anything
I don't envy you, I live delusions between plants and alcohol in glass and lyrical, I struggle with my fucking address

Looking for relief around here? Looking for a warm territory?
The gods are not dead, kid
They're walking through your neighborhood and mine
Changing the world with their Nikes and Reeboks

Smoke two, smoke three
Smoke two, smoke three
Smoke two, smoke three
Smoke two, smoke three
Smoke two, smoke three
Smoke two, smoke three (bitch)
Smoke two, smoke three
Smoke two, smoke three

As kids we wanted to sound cool and make history
Like Sub 20 and Saviola
Sampling Coltrane, Cobain, House of Pain, Di Meola
Tote King, 2006, Spanish school

I'm on my own, rum and Coke
With the guys in Barracas, breaking a carioca
Many dogs, and few fleas
Saying this is the life we're dealt, bitch
Until we're knocked out

I rhyme colossal rhythms like Onyx
I can sound like Havoc and Prodigy
And traffic alcohol like all in the 40's
I came to stay, so nah cousin, light up a Johnny, next to your shorty

Smoke two, smoke three
Smoke two, yeah, smoke three
(Smoke two, smoke three)

I wake up early and smoke a joint
I washed my face, had a couple of greens
And went out to the corner, ran into the guys
I burned a couple of fine ones, already feeling it from the neck up
And around five, a friend came by
He pulled a flower out of his pocket
I thought it was chamomile tea, but that shit really hit me
Now I see a garden with flowers
And a dwarf playing chess
Almost got run over by a bus, but it's all good
And I don't know why