Description
THE LAST ROOKIE · AK4:20
Intérprete: AK4:20
Composer: AK4:20
Beats: LEOJAHBEATS
Mixer: Melou-D
Masterer: Melou-D
Recorded By: Lampi
Lyrics and translation
Original
-4:20 o el cuatro veinte como digas tú. -Ah, ja.
El peine Jordan veintitrés, denle rookie porque se los demostré. No sale uno que me haga el peso, tienen que ser tres.
Me da vergüenza cómo su mente lo piensa, lo maquinan.
Saben si es guerra conmigo, entramos hasta pa' la cocina.
El bendito, el niño único, la pieza imparable, intachable, un animal, el que los pone a pelar cable.
Piénselo dos veces antes de una canción mencionarme, que tengo ganas de meterle, recargarlo y zumbarle.
Y no soy rata, pero fumo como uno.
La mente en el cielo antes de hacer, hasta el desayuno. Dicen que no soy de aquí por la forma en como formulo.
A ciento uno, directo pa'l estrellato con mi compa, el R1. ¿Y qué más va a ser?
Pasá y te borramo' el casete. Pegarme a Jambrí sé más que el día cuando empecé.
Haciendo conexiones con la música que le envasé. Y ábranme el camino con cuidado, con
McQueen, que los pasé. Y el carrito, el negro Batman, ya cambiamos el Snoopy.
Gracias a Dios se dio la vuelta, celebro prendiendo cookie.
El pana me dio la verde, prendimos el modo Chucky. Antes de enfierar, papá forever rookie.
Y no me pille, pille, que si yo lo pillo, pillo.
Le vamo' a zumbar y dar y saben que lo pago al brillo. Se metieron pa' mis redes, atentamente, El Chiringuillo.
Y si no estoy fumando blunt, echamo' cuatro gramo' al liyo.
Manejamo' BMW, yo no sé con quién andas tú. Y no me importa si son cinco, los cinco pa'l ataúd.
Me prendo uno, le doy luz. Del 2020, misma crew, la misma casa, mismo ju.
No cambio na' y el mismo mulán.
Pisetéame, préndeme el micky y ábreme un canal, que estos me suenan todos mal. Suenan panal, más pa' la trepa, pa' quitarla.
La misma esquina, el mismo clan. No sé pa' dónde van si suenan en cabina.
Y en persona como fan, el de los ojos de color. El R1 y el tambor de indoor, lo que fumo en flores.
La sombra no alumbra el sol. No hay money, no me pego un call.
Mis tenis no las trae el mall. No son malos, cambié el rol. No fallo tiros, flow Gasol.
Y no me pille, pille, que si yo lo pillo, pillo. Le voy a zumbar y dar.
Yeah, yeah. Ja, ¿quién ma'?
Como digas tú y Latin Gang, cabrones. Bájenme la pela ahí. Lampi.
¿Quién ma'? ¿Quién ma'? ¿Quién ma'? Dime, Diego, ya.
¡Ah!
English translation
-4:20 or four twenty as you say. -Ah, ha.
The Jordan comb twenty-three, give him a rookie because I showed it to you. There isn't one that can make my weight, there have to be three.
I'm ashamed how their mind thinks it, they scheme it.
They know if it's war with me, we even go into the kitchen.
The blessed one, the only child, the unstoppable, blameless piece, an animal, the one who puts them to work.
Think twice before mentioning a song to me, because I feel like putting it in, recharging it and buzzing it.
And I'm not a rat, but I smoke like one.
The mind in the sky before doing, until breakfast. They say I'm not from here because of the way I formulate.
One hundred and one, straight to stardom with my friend, the R1. And what else is it going to be?
Come in and we'll delete the cassette. I know more about sticking to Jambrí than the day I started.
Making connections with the music I packed for him. And open the way for me carefully, with
McQueen, I passed them. And the stroller, the black Batman, we already changed the Snoopy.
Thank God he turned around and celebrated by lighting a cookie.
The corduroy gave me the green light, we turned on Chucky mode. Before hell, dad forever rookie.
And don't catch me, catch me, because if I catch it, I'll catch it.
We're going to buzz and give and you know that I pay the brilliance. They got into my networks, sincerely, El Chiringuillo.
And if I'm not smoking blunt, I put four grams into the mix.
We drive a BMW, I don't know who you're with. And I don't care if there are five, all five for the coffin.
I turn one on, I give it light. From 2020, same crew, same house, same ju.
I don't change anything and the same Mulan.
Step on me, turn on the micky and open a channel for me, because these all sound bad to me. They sound like a honeycomb, more for climbing, for removing it.
The same corner, the same clan. I don't know where they go if they sound in the cabin.
And in person as a fan, the one with the colored eyes. The R1 and the indoor drum, what I smoke in flowers.
The shadow does not illuminate the sun. There is no money, I don't get a call.
The mall doesn't carry my sneakers. They are not bad, I changed the role. I don't miss shots, flow Gasol.
And don't catch me, catch me, because if I catch it, I'll catch it. I'm going to buzz it and hit it.
Yeah, yeah. Ha, who ma'?
Whatever you and Latin Gang say, bastards. Let me down there. Lampi.
Who else? Who else? Who else? Tell me, Diego, now.
Ah!