Текст и перевод песни W.G - Sudaca

Sudaca

Is w madafaking g
Is the low life

Fumando hierba siempre ando fresh
La policía que vigila me genera strees
Ando drogado siempre, negga, necesito sex
A lo mejor y pego gramos, unos treinta y tres

Apunto alto desde paraguay, i'm really chill, negga
Money on my mind
Buscar dinero y rapear, es la salida negro
De otra no hay

Prometo que conseguiré esa Polo
Algún dia llego a la fama, como Pablo
Por todo esto que te hablo, you know brow
El peso de mi vocablo
Aprendo mucho y leo poco
Prendo la tuca y como cypress hill loco del coco
Vos ya sabes de que de trata, movemos mercancía fina
Loco soy sudaca negro

Ando siempre en busca de plata
Banca 5 y compramos de la esquina "petaca"
You know about it madafaka
No te hagas del loco mas de uno tiene su "faka"
(Ani emborea)

De la sartén yo tengo el mango, yo soy corta mambo
De los rapers soy el fango
Escribo y luego sigo armando, no cambio de bando
Con bombap te estoy matando

Yo si me crie así, cansado de wanna be's
Vos no sabes na de mi
No escribas si no vivis
Get the fuck out of here
Fuck your lyrics, suck my dick

Esta mierda se hace así, sazonando wg
Cuando quieran pequeñitos les enseño a escribir
Vale verga hacer hits, si solo decís bullshits
(Bullshits, is so funny negga)

I killing these bitchs, I killing these bitch once again
Yeah, low life

Sudaca

I'm the fucking G
I'm the low life

Always smoking weed to stay fresh
The cops watching me stresses me out
I'm always high, baby, I need sex
Maybe I'll sell some grams, thirty-three

I'm aiming high from Paraguay, I'm really chill, baby
Money on my mind
Making money and rapping, that's the way out, bro
There's no other way

I promise I'll get that Polo
One day I'll be famous, like Pablo
For all this I'm telling you, you know, man
The weight of my words
I learn a lot and read little
I light up the blunt and go crazy like Cypress Hill
You know what it's all about, we move fine merchandise
I'm a crazy South American, baby

I'm always looking for money
Fifth-row seats and we buy "petaca" from the corner
You know about it, motherf**ker
Don't play dumb, more than one has their "faka"
(Trap disturbance)

I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the one who calls the shots
I'm the mud of the rappers
I write and then keep working, I don't change sides
I'm killing you with bombs

I was raised like this, tired of wannabes
You don't know anything about me
Don't write if you don't live it
Get the f**k out of here
F**k your lyrics, suck my d**k

This shit is done this way, seasoned by WG
When you guys are ready, I'll teach you how to write
It's useless to make hits, if you're just talking bullshit
(Bullshit, that's so funny, baby)

I'm killing these bitches, I'm killing these bitches once again
Yeah, low life