Lyrics of Iman - Dano, Niño Maldito

Iman (original)

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
No quiero pedirte nada, prefiero pedir monedas
Los sueños de mis colegas ahora porteros de Discotecas
Cada uno se busca el pan, kid, secretos en riñoneras
Compadre, no te confundas, primo;
mis negros son bibliotecas
Valora la marca si es caro el textil
Toda la vida no dando el perfil…
Mi mano está muda, mi brazo senil
Ya no se acuerda del tacto de ti
Ahora has pillado que es caro mentir
Viejas baladas como Aaron Neville
Pudiste matarme, un acto gentil
En toa' la esquina, gorra Fila
Zorras, killers, cocaína
Todos mis homies luchando por vida
O están trabajando vendiendo vainilla
Buscan respuestas, muerden pastillas
Jóvenes muertas, CD’s de Aaliyah
Hay que cagarla pa' aprender el precio
Toda esa mierda se queda en familia…
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Malas calles como Robert
El odio y la cara de morir joven
Bakalas en baños bebiendo code
Las épocas pasan y tú te jodes
En tus ojos, gotas, en Bogotá con mi napia rota
Aquí huele a pota y no lo notas
España, puta, la dejo en pelotas
M-A-L coloca
Pogos, lodo, punk, anfeta
Codo en la boca, días sin metas
En letras violentas me pongo las botas
Olor a mota
¿Vidas que matan o vida de idiota?
Sigue la moda, pareces la loca
Vives mentira, mereces un Oscar
Si no me quieres ¿para qué me buscas?
Tú, mis papeles, no los tendrás nunca
Mira tu suerte, cómo se caduca
Si no me toca me cojo la mosca
Como viejas fotos
Traslado tu mente, no vendo motos
Me dice mi padre que estoy todo loco
Vivir como yo y morir como otro
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in

(translation)

Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
I don't want to ask you for anything, I prefer to ask for coins
The dreams of my colleagues now nightclub doormen
Each one is looking for bread, kid, secrets in fanny packs
Compadre, don't be confused, cousin;
my blacks are libraries
Rate the brand if the textile is expensive
All my life not giving the profile...
My hand is dumb, my arm senile
He no longer remembers the touch of you
Now you have realized that it is expensive to lie
Old Ballads as Aaron Neville
You could have killed me, a gentle act
In every corner, Fila cap
Bitches, killers, cocaine
All my homies fighting for life
Or are they working selling vanilla
They look for answers, they bite pills
Dead Girls, Aaliyah CD's
You have to screw it up to learn the price
All that shit stays in the family...
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Mean Streets as Robert
Hate and the face of dying young
Bakalas in bathrooms drinking code
The times pass and you get screwed
In your eyes, drops, in Bogotá with my broken nose
Here it smells like pota and you don't notice it
Spain, whore, I leave her naked
M-A-L places
Pogos, mud, punk, speed
Elbow in the mouth, days without goals
In violent lyrics I put on my boots
weed smell
Lives that kill or life of an idiot?
Follow the fashion, you look like the crazy one
You live a lie, you deserve an Oscar
If you don't love me, why are you looking for me?
You, my papers, you will never have them
Look at your luck, how it expires
If it's not my turn, I'll catch the fly
like old photos
I transfer your mind, I do not sell motorcycles
My father tells me that I'm all crazy
Live like me and die like another
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in
Just a young player tryin' to put my bid in