Song: Don L - Fazia Sentido English Translation
Viewed: 57 - Published at: a year ago
Artist: Genius English Translations
Year: 2021Viewed: 57 - Published at: a year ago
It Made Sense
[Verse 1: Don L]
I'm on the rap game for a long time
And I don't even have an album out
I remember Caetano Veloso giving me an award
"Best of the Northeast"
What you think about it?
Why there weren't any categories for the south
So it was like
Giving a hand to the second division
But I wasn't pissed off
Doing it on my way
On the hood with my bros
Selling my mixtape
Trying to live on the moment
With what live gave me
Drawing on a tossed away paper
When evеn thinking about winning was a joke
Just like an stranded islans, on a ocеan of misery
Everyday, I was doing it on my way
[Chorus: Terra Preta, Don L]
One, two, bars, bars, one two
To change my life
One, two, bars, bars, one two
To change some lives
One, two, bars, bars, one two
So we can be free
One, two, bars, bars, one two
[Bridge: Don L]
Ah, I'm kinda old school
When music made sense
And not that everything was good
Lies made you sell a lot, but it made sense
Them trash critics? It made sense
Them rich kids rock n' roll? It made sense
But if you said you were a rapper
Somebody would respect you?
[Verso 2: Don L]
Now every reggae track is rap
Just like Armandinho was from Super Cat
Or if Cine could be some type of "emo boombap"
Or if NX means zero notion
Or if Eminem didn't have a D12
To them nerd youtubers think that this is really good rap
And Mussoumano was just like Luciano Huck
Trying to make rap for them rich boys
But before all of this
Before Lavigne tried to buy all MC's out
Before Rincon had a hit and receive a refrigerator by that
Before Emicida, Projota and Rashid heard about my mixtape
And think about doing just like me
I was on my hood
Before all of São Paulo talking just like me
Before all of Rio de Janeiro dressed just like me
I was doing it on my own way
[Chorus: Terra Preta, Don L]
One, two, bars, bars, one two
To change my life
One, two, bars, bars, one two
To change some lives
One, two, bars, bars, one two
So we can be free
One, two, bars, bars, one two
[Bridge: Don L]
Ah, I'm kinda old school
When music made sense
And not that everything was good
Lies made you sell a lot, but it made sense
Them trash critics? It made sense
Them rich kids rock n' roll? It made sense
But if you said you were a rapper
Somebody would respect you?
[Verse 3: Don L]
Now imagine: I have to explain my own intro
Look at how the rap game is
I'm not talking about Criolo or Emicida
I'm talking bout the game
Are you sure you talk the same language as me?
Reading the title isn't reading the book
Reading the book isn't understand the book
After you understand the book
You can come to me and say you didn't like the title
Okay?
Facebook critic, shut up for a little and take some notes
Okay?
This one is to the ones that made big numbers on you guys, okay?
This is not about where you came from
It is about where you want to be
And what will change to those who came from your side
When you are at the top
Rapper: you made some money and didn't help anybody?
Don't say this is hip-hop
Your thing is being a free ad for Supreme
Don't say this is hip-hop
Producer fan of this fucking stranger
Try to copy me, fail
You bring my worst instinct: extermination
Let me make my point:
[Bridge: Terra Preta]
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
[Verso 4: Terra Preta]
That's me warming up
First place:
Hypocrites, mediocres
Oportunists, cowards, racists rats
Go fuck yourself
Everybody sit on your place
Cause the show is about to begin
And that's only me warming up
That's only me warming up
That's only me warming up
That's only me warming up
[Verse 1: Don L]
I'm on the rap game for a long time
And I don't even have an album out
I remember Caetano Veloso giving me an award
"Best of the Northeast"
What you think about it?
Why there weren't any categories for the south
So it was like
Giving a hand to the second division
But I wasn't pissed off
Doing it on my way
On the hood with my bros
Selling my mixtape
Trying to live on the moment
With what live gave me
Drawing on a tossed away paper
When evеn thinking about winning was a joke
Just like an stranded islans, on a ocеan of misery
Everyday, I was doing it on my way
[Chorus: Terra Preta, Don L]
One, two, bars, bars, one two
To change my life
One, two, bars, bars, one two
To change some lives
One, two, bars, bars, one two
So we can be free
One, two, bars, bars, one two
[Bridge: Don L]
Ah, I'm kinda old school
When music made sense
And not that everything was good
Lies made you sell a lot, but it made sense
Them trash critics? It made sense
Them rich kids rock n' roll? It made sense
But if you said you were a rapper
Somebody would respect you?
[Verso 2: Don L]
Now every reggae track is rap
Just like Armandinho was from Super Cat
Or if Cine could be some type of "emo boombap"
Or if NX means zero notion
Or if Eminem didn't have a D12
To them nerd youtubers think that this is really good rap
And Mussoumano was just like Luciano Huck
Trying to make rap for them rich boys
But before all of this
Before Lavigne tried to buy all MC's out
Before Rincon had a hit and receive a refrigerator by that
Before Emicida, Projota and Rashid heard about my mixtape
And think about doing just like me
I was on my hood
Before all of São Paulo talking just like me
Before all of Rio de Janeiro dressed just like me
I was doing it on my own way
[Chorus: Terra Preta, Don L]
One, two, bars, bars, one two
To change my life
One, two, bars, bars, one two
To change some lives
One, two, bars, bars, one two
So we can be free
One, two, bars, bars, one two
[Bridge: Don L]
Ah, I'm kinda old school
When music made sense
And not that everything was good
Lies made you sell a lot, but it made sense
Them trash critics? It made sense
Them rich kids rock n' roll? It made sense
But if you said you were a rapper
Somebody would respect you?
[Verse 3: Don L]
Now imagine: I have to explain my own intro
Look at how the rap game is
I'm not talking about Criolo or Emicida
I'm talking bout the game
Are you sure you talk the same language as me?
Reading the title isn't reading the book
Reading the book isn't understand the book
After you understand the book
You can come to me and say you didn't like the title
Okay?
Facebook critic, shut up for a little and take some notes
Okay?
This one is to the ones that made big numbers on you guys, okay?
This is not about where you came from
It is about where you want to be
And what will change to those who came from your side
When you are at the top
Rapper: you made some money and didn't help anybody?
Don't say this is hip-hop
Your thing is being a free ad for Supreme
Don't say this is hip-hop
Producer fan of this fucking stranger
Try to copy me, fail
You bring my worst instinct: extermination
Let me make my point:
[Bridge: Terra Preta]
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
[Verso 4: Terra Preta]
That's me warming up
First place:
Hypocrites, mediocres
Oportunists, cowards, racists rats
Go fuck yourself
Everybody sit on your place
Cause the show is about to begin
And that's only me warming up
That's only me warming up
That's only me warming up
That's only me warming up
( Genius English Translations )
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