Текст и перевод песни Victor Rutty feat. Rober del Pyro & DJ Kaef - El Flaco

El Flaco

No queria jugar con el
Manda mas que un coronel
Al poco piensan tatuarse ya la piel
Se van yendo de su lao', amigos que me han ganao'
No fueron puñetazos, nos queria dejar un cao'
Por el barrio como un frile policiaco
Nadie quiere tener que deberle nada al flaco
Va creciendo y aprendiendo como dar atracos
La avaricia siempre acaba por romper el saco
Sus horas de libertad estan contadas
Nada parara esta bala, polis, conos en su cara
Drogas, putas, marcas caras
Una vida dedicada, nada sabes como acaba
Coches caros,
Claro nunca trabajando de noche donde todos los gatos son pardos
Adicciones, maldiciones,
El camino equivocado acaba en un centro de menores encerrado
Pasa el tiempo
Sale el loco del correccional
Pasa el tiempo
Es un bandante todo profesional
Pasa el tiempo
Pilla cacha empieza a funcionar
Pasa el tiempo
El celular no deja de sonar
Paso ahora no la droga va con el
Empieza a traficar
Llena de putas la suite del hotel
Roba joyas, coches caros
Aluniza sin reparo
Y enfoca con dos palos
Tira al aire dos disparos
Dinero fácil vuela rápido
Sin libertad paga pena en un centro penitenciario
Muros de cemento y funcionarios
El tiempo pasa lento y dentro te mata el silencio
Si la suerte es de su lado más vale tomar cuidado
Camina cabizbajo por el patio
Quiere revivir cenizas del pasado
Las cosas ya no están como las había dejado
Las pocas visitas que le esperan les dicen
Siempre como un poco flaco espero verte pronto fuera
Las dos semanas que le quedan
Esta pensado en otro plan donde van a ver dónde la pegan
Camina solo en busca de dinero fácil
Humo negro en su cara, el caballo galopa su sangre
Camina solo porque no lo quiere nadie
La vida le dará lo que le quitara más tarde
Se le a olvidado el mundo ya del otro lado de la valla
Pregunta su mujer
La responde tu te callas
La vecina del primero grita
Mi niña bonita
Pero sale con el coche a 100 y ella no se quita

El Flaco

I didn't want to play with him
He commands more than a colonel
Soon they'll think about getting a tattoo on their skin
They're leaving, friends I've won
It wasn't punches, he wanted to leave us a mess
Through the neighborhood like a cold cop
Nobody wants to owe the skinny guy anything
He's growing up and learning how to rob
Greed always ends up breaking the sack
His hours of freedom are counted
Nothing will stop this bullet, cops, cones in his face
Drugs, whores, expensive brands
A dedicated life, you don't know how it ends
Expensive cars,
Of course never working at night where all the cats are brown
Addictions, curses,
The wrong path ends up in a juvenile detention center
Time passes
The crazy guy gets out of the correctional facility
Time passes
He's a professional gangster
Time passes
He gets a gun and starts to work
Time passes
The phone never stops ringing
He's now dealing drugs, it's with him
He starts dealing
He fills the hotel suite with whores
He steals jewelry, expensive cars
He lands without any scruples
And focuses with two sticks
He shoots two shots in the air
Easy money flies fast
Without freedom he pays the penalty in a penitentiary
Concrete walls and officials
Time passes slowly and silence kills you inside
If luck is on his side, it's better to be careful
He walks with his head down in the yard
He wants to revive the ashes of the past
Things aren't the same as he left them
The few visits that await him tell him
Always a little skinny I hope to see you out soon
The two weeks he has left
He's thinking about another plan where they'll see where they're getting it
He walks alone in search of easy money
Black smoke on his face, the horse gallops his blood
He walks alone because nobody wants him
Life will give him what he took away later
He's forgotten the world on the other side of the fence
His wife asks
He answers you shut up
The neighbor downstairs yells
My pretty girl
But he leaves with the car at 100 and she doesn't take off