
Date of issue: 23.01.2016
Song language: Spanish
Metrakit(original) |
Ya no como perro, puta, ahora soy vegano |
Voy a perdonarle la vida al gusano |
Viendo la tele y fumando un habano |
Yo tengo más tiros que 600 afganos |
Cuando canto, cuando hablo, muevo mucho las manos |
Yo no soy rapero, puta, soy napolitano |
Yo no juro nada, yo no juro en vano |
Dice que me ama pero que no soy su amo |
Dice muchas cosas pero todo es falso |
La puta depresión no me da un descanso |
Quiero volver a mi puta infancia |
Mi supermercado es una puta farmacia |
Ser Kinder Malo no tiene ni puta gracia |
¡Ni-no! |
No es la poli, es la ambulancia |
Claro que os veo pero hay una distancia |
Va de interesante pero sólo es una rancia |
Guarda la distancia, ya te lo decía |
Que tengo mas barras que 100 panaderías |
Que si no fueses tan loca, puta, yo te querría |
Que si no fueses tan puta loca |
Un clavo saca otro clavo |
Pero contigo necesito toda la ferretería |
Tíos como yo no se ven tos' los días |
Si quieres foto mía ve a la comisaría |
Como no pueden pillarme, me pillan manía |
La vendo en chivatitos, igual que María |
Elige una mano, a ver que te toca |
A mí se me mira pero no se me toca |
Dicen puto Teo, coño, yo sé que choca |
Que yo tengo perros y humanos de mascota |
Que tengo los raperos bailándome jotas |
Escribiendo con las letras que les doy en sopa |
Ellos escribiendo y yo probándome ropa |
Tengo 20 putas pa quedar el finde |
Me hablan de amor pero no me preocupa |
Por que sé perfectamente que esa mierda no existe |
(translation) |
I don't eat dog anymore bitch I'm vegan now |
I will spare the life of the worm |
Watching TV and smoking a cigar |
I have more shots than 600 Afghans |
When I sing, when I speak, I move my hands a lot |
I'm not a rapper, bitch, I'm Neapolitan |
I do not swear anything, I do not swear in vain |
He says he loves me but I'm not his master |
She says many things but everything is false |
The fucking depression doesn't give me a break |
I want to go back to my fucking childhood |
My supermarket is a fucking pharmacy |
Being Kinder Malo is not funny at all |
Little boy! |
It's not the police, it's the ambulance |
Of course I see you but there is a distance |
It's interesting but it's just a stale |
Keep your distance, I already told you |
That I have more bars than 100 bakeries |
That if you weren't so crazy, whore, I would love you |
What if you weren't such a crazy bitch |
A nail drives out another nail |
But with you I need all the hardware |
Guys like me don't see each other every day |
If you want a photo of me go to the police station |
Since they can't catch me, they catch me mania |
I sell it in little chivatitos, just like María |
Choose a hand, let's see what you get |
You look at me but you don't touch me |
They say fucking Teo, damn it, I know it crashes |
That I have pet dogs and humans |
That I have the rappers dancing jotas for me |
Writing with the letters that I give them in soup |
They writing and me trying on clothes |
I have 20 whores to stay the weekend |
They talk to me about love but I don't care |
Because I know perfectly well that shit doesn't exist |