Translation of the song lyrics Last Don - Agua Negra, Cousin Feo

Last Don (original)

Acá antes de robarte la cartera te vuelan la cabeza
Te asaltan por joyas en la maleta
Te matan con delicadeza
Silenciadores salen si no respetas la ley de Omerta
Reza que la balas no discriminan
En la selva salvajes no hablan, te vigilan
Pendiente que están con tu mina en la piscina
Llegan armado como una milicia en una misa
Que desgracia, controlo con elegancia
Como una farmacia les calmo todas las ansias
No tienen gracias, sólo dicen falacias
Yo callado que sé de venganza y diplomacia
Maquiavélico de los más auténticos
Mensaje profético, poderes esotéricos
Algo épico con mi ejercito de Chile a México
En emboscada te achuntan del teleféricos
Detrás el gobernador
El que siempre pasa a la acción
Valiente en el corazón
Le dicen el patrón
Mercadería en el avión
Bolsas en el camión
Plantación en el galpón
El mothafuckin' last Don
Mira niño, quédate tranquilo
I got this shit wrapped like a kilo straight from mi primo
El más fino, that pan frío, that cold cash
Still float a verse from the notepad
Converse like the phone’s tapped with known facts
Chillin' with cold cats, blown stacks, flippin' the format
Nautica jacket up on the coat rack
Flow potent, opponents foldin' like roadmaps with no road back
Soul clapped all over coke rap
The twelve pack got me loaded like chrome straps
That’s word to Zapata, just need the herb and la plata
Was servin' work at the cancha
Was never nervous in chanclas, the purplest ganjas
Homie got the turf on his panza
Said he feel cursed servin' all this work to his raza
So you get close, you can get burned by the plancha
You know, murked in the dirt with a shirt full of manchas, motherfuckas
Detrás el gobernador
El que siempre pasa a la acción
Valiente en el corazón
Le dicen el patrón
Mercadería en el avión
Bolsas en el camión
Plantación en el galpón
El mothafuckin' last Don
Esto es musica de Babalawo Elegua y Oshun
Me fumo un cubano amargo con el rosario azul
Ahora aguanta un trago de agua ardiente colombiana
Mezcla’o como un poco de mamaguana y marijuana
La noche cae y tu alma está a la venta
Si no tienes mi quarto, mi merca ya te revientan
El que tenga tienda que la atienda y lo entienda
Si quieres más manteca, cara te saldrá la cuenta
Los precios suben y el tiempo de vida baja
La cabeza en las nubes, tres kilos en la balanza
Los malandros se lucen estrenando nuevas akas
La 47 mata y la glock los desbarata
Muerte pa' las ratas, los arropamos con la manta
Mucho nebuleo y capeo y caras cortadas
Esto se puso feo, los perros, muerden no ladran
Se suben la barda para robarte tu alma
Detrás el gobernador
El que siempre pasa a la acción
Valiente en el corazón
Le dicen el patrón
Mercadería en el avión
Bolsas en el camión
Plantación en el galpón
El mothafuckin' last Don

(translation)

Here before they steal your wallet they blow your head off
You get mugged for jewelry in your suitcase
They kill you gently
Silencers come out if you don't respect Omerta's law
Pray bullets don't discriminate
In the jungle, savages don't speak, they watch you
Pending that they are with your mine in the pool
They arrive armed like a militia at a mass
What a disgrace, I control with elegance
Like a pharmacy I calm all their cravings
They have no graces, they only say fallacies
I silent that I know about revenge and diplomacy
Machiavellian of the most authentic
Prophetic message, esoteric powers
Something epic with my army from Chile to Mexico
In ambush they shoot you from the cable cars
behind the governor
The one who always takes action
brave at heart
They tell the boss
Merchandise on the plane
bags on the truck
Planting in the shed
The mothafuckin' last Don
Look boy, stay calm
I got this shit wrapped like a kilo straight from my cousin
The finest, that cold pan, that cold cash
Still float a verse from the notepad
Converse like the phone's tapped with known facts
Chillin' with cold cats, blown stacks, flippin' the format
Nautica jacket up on the coat rack
Flow potent, opponents foldin' like roadmaps with no road back
Soul clapped all over coke rap
The twelve pack got me loaded like chrome straps
That's word to Zapata, just need the herb and the silver
Was servin' work at the court
Was never nervous in chanclas, the purplest ganjas
Homie got the turf on his belly
Said he felt cursed servin' all this work to his race
So you get close, you can get burned by the iron
You know, murked in the dirt with a shirt full of stains, motherfuckas
behind the governor
The one who always takes action
brave at heart
They tell the boss
Merchandise on the plane
bags on the truck
Planting in the shed
The mothafuckin' last Don
This is music of Babalawo Elegua and Oshun
I smoke a bitter cuban with the blue rosary
Now hold a drink of hot Colombian water
Mix'or like a little mamaguana and marijuana
Night falls and your soul is for sale
If you don't have my room, my merchandise will blow you up
Whoever has a store that attends and understands it
If you want more butter, the bill will be expensive
Prices go up and life time goes down
Head in the clouds, three kilos on the scale
The thugs shine by premiering new akas
The 47 kills and the glock breaks 'em down
Death for the rats, we cover them with the blanket
Lots of fogging and weathering and cut faces
This got ugly, dogs bite not bark
They climb the fence to steal your soul
behind the governor
The one who always takes action
brave at heart
They tell the boss
Merchandise on the plane
bags on the truck
Planting in the shed
The mothafuckin' last Don