Текст и перевод песни Yaga Y Mackie - All Eyes on Me

All Eyes on Me

Compañía demasiado de fuerte
Te deseo suerte cuando salga el mackiavelico,
Sorry heila cuando quiero verte
Vas a sorprenderte tu quieres ser de mi equipo,
Corro por la mía, maldita rata no hagas que me vire,
Ponte derecho ponte en el cuatro en el pecho,
Full records, creador del plan mackiavelico
Como carajos piensan detenernos,
Yo se que esta mas loco que el negrito a ti te tire
Noche esta becho voy a zumbarte pal techo
Full records, creador del plan mackiavelico
Como carajos piensan detenernos, sorry

Todos los ojos en mi, sigan fijándose en mi,
No pueden vivir sin mí, sigan copiando de mi (bis2)

Mi pasador te lleno y eso a ti te endiabla
He corrió el mundo pegao en Arabia,
Lo mió es clásico y no muere como la fania,
Lo tuyo es envidia o admiración con rabia,
Todos los ojos en mi van a enloquecer,
Usan gafas oscuras pa no dejarse ver,
No es tan difícil saber que es una nueva era
Que se van a morir si no evolucionan

Me quiere ver tan mal que ya has quedao hasta cegado
Te hubiera matao con el pistolon hace rato,
Me da un break y no te has quitao,
Masoquista con tu mismo combo ta enfangao,
No tires bulla tu no eres gangsta
Nosotros somos real tu eres fanta
Tu libre te espiro ya tu no cantas
Pídele un trabajo nuevo a santa

Todos los ojos en mi, sigan fijándose en mi,
No pueden vivir sin mí, sigan copiando de mi (bis2)

All Eyes on Me

Too much company, strong man
Wish you luck when the Machiavellian comes out,
Sorry, honey, when I want to see you
You're gonna be surprised, you wanna be on my team,
I'm running for my own, damn rat, don't make me turn around,
Stand up straight, get on all fours on your chest,
Full records, creator of the Machiavellian plan
How the hell do they plan on stopping us,
I know it's crazier than a black guy pulling a gun on you
Tonight it's done, I'm gonna buzz you on the roof
Full records, creator of the Machiavellian plan
How the hell do they plan on stopping us, sorry

All eyes on me, keep staring at me,
They can't live without me, keep copying me (bis2)

My pusher filled you up and that drives you crazy
I ran the world, hooked in Arabia,
Mine is classic and does not die like fania,
Yours is envy or admiration with rage,
All eyes on me are gonna go crazy,
They wear dark glasses so they don't get noticed,
It's not that hard to know it's a new era
They're gonna die if they don't evolve

You want to see me so badly that you've even gone blind
I would have killed you with the gun a long time ago,
Give me a break, and you don't quit,
Masochist, you're all muddled up with your own combo,
Don't make a fuss, you're not gangsta
We are real, you are fanta
I exhale your free, now you don't sing
Ask Santa for a new job

All eyes on me, keep staring at me,
They can't live without me, keep copying me (bis2)