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상상은 여권이 필요없는 여행이다

나플라 ~ JAIL

nafla, “JAIL”

 

Hip hop is a lot harder to translate because it is has so much more slang. Also, as part of the translating process, I like to transcribe lyrics first to practice my listening and usually I get slaughtered by hip hop songs. Fortunately, “JAIL” wasn’t too bad, but there were still some points where the meaning wasn’t clearly obvious. I also tried to keep the original tone of the lyrics, considering how it’s hip hop and doesn’t shy away from swearing, but I’m not sure how successful I was. As a result, this translation was just meant to give the general idea of the meaning of the lyrics, not to be a definitive translation. (Also still not sure if the title is supposed to be a play on words with the term 제일 (jaeil), which can mean “most” or “best.”)

 

 

한국어:

 

What you want?

내가 어디 그리 맘 안 들어?

What you want?

난 좋은 것만 다 만들어

What the fuck you want?

Touchdown 나머진 다 뒤로

What you want?

What you fuck you want?

 

수많은 같잖은 MC가사 깊이 empty

기회는 많이 줬어 plenty

na to the fla 난 투팍 꺼

나쁜 짓만 골라 하는 muthfuka

랩에 커진 나의 동공

충격을 가해 다가온 혼돈 다가온 성공

지키는 나의 crew my boy loop, MKIT label

Don’t mess with the west 어쩌다

나를 마주치면 여자 아니면 떠나

이제는 바빠서 울려 나의 전화

타고난 박자를 가지고 난 all out

At the corner use to sip 40s

다 베끼려고 애쓰는 내 목소리

개새끼들에게 들려줄 lecture

아무리 해봤자 나처럼 될 수 없어

계속해 keep it under, what

 

What you want?

내가 어디 그리 맘 안 들어?

What you want?

난 좋은 것만 다 만들어

What the fuck you want?

Touchdown 나머진 다 뒤로

What you want?

What you fuck you want?

 

Reppin’ LA 아직도 어리게 살아

이 도시에 난 가장 어울려ey

나는 매일 랩 하지

흥얼거리는 걸 곡으로 뽑아서 나눠줘

치료해 귓구멍

원하는 것들 만들어줄게 what you want

팔아 내 verse 다 비싸게 받아

그대로 잘하니 다른 MC들 입을 막아

아직 힙합 바지 입고 다니지

유행시킨 내 검정 뉴에라 모자 fit

아직 밑단 바지 찢고 다니지

넌 날 따라 해도 not 힙합

Show yall what I’m all about, still sip 40s

랩하면 내 입안에 나는 총소리

개새끼들에게 들려줄 lecture

아무리 해봤자 나처럼 될 수 없어

계속해 keep it under, what

 

What you want?

내가 어디 그리 맘 안 들어

What you want?

난 좋은 것만 다 만들어

What the fuck you want?

Touchdown 나머진 다 뒤로

What you want?

What you fuck you want?

 

Money bags the issue

내게는 필수

Haters I missed you

건네는 pistol

You fukin’ with the wrong one

I’mma steal yo bitch take yo fame

and yo money, all that bullshit u got

peace

 

 

English:

 

What you want?

What the fuck don’t you like about me?

What you want?

I only make good things

What the fuck you want?

Touchdown, everything else is left behind

What you want?

What the fuck you want?

 

So many MCs whose lyrics are empty deep down

I gave you so many opportunities

Na to the Fla, I’m Tupac style

You just do shit things, mothafucka

Rap just grows my crew

I make an impact, chaos follows and so does success

I protect my crew, ma boy Loop, MKIT label

Don’t you dare mess with the west

If we meet and you’re not a girl, piss off

I’m busy now so my phone keeps ringing

I go all out with this beat I was born with

At the corner, used to sip 40’s

All you who try to copy my voice,

here’s a lecture for all you fuckers:

No matter how hard you try, you can’t be me

Keep trying, keep it under, what

 

What you want?

What the fuck don’t you like about me?

What you want?

I only make good things

What the fuck you want?

Touchdown, everything else is left behind

What you want?

What the fuck you want?

 

Reppin’ LA, still livin young as ever

This city suits me the best

I rap every day, you know

I make songs out of the things I hum so pass it around

I’ll fix your ears for you

I’ll make you what you want, what you want

I’ll sell you my verse but it’s expensive

You think you’re good? I shut other MCs up

I still go around wearing hip hop pants

The black New Era hat I made fashionable still fits

I still go around with my jean hems torn off

Even if you try to copy me, you’re not hip hop

Show y’all what I’m all about, still sip 40s

It sounds like gunfire coming from my mouth when I rap

Here’s a lecture for all you sons a bitches:

No matter how hard you try, you can’t be me

Keep trying, keep it under, what

 

What you want?

What the fuck don’t you like about me?

What you want?

I only make good things

What the fuck you want?

Touchdown, everything else is left behind

What you want?

What the fuck you want?

 

Money bag’s the issue

It’s a must for me

Haters, I missed you

Hand over your pistol

You fukin’ with the wrong one

I’mma steal yo bitch take yo fame

and yo money, all that bullshit you got

Peace

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