Domingo - C.r.o Übersetzung ins Englische

Domingo

Yeah, yeah
Dedicado a mis negros en la esquina
Y a todos los guachos del barrio
Que malgastan su vida, ah
Sí, negro
Cantores malos
Yeh, yeh
Seh, seh

Mi trono está perdido en el underground
Mi honor es algo que nunca van a comprar
Esa mierda quema, tengo que olvidar
Esa puta perra nos quiere matar

Hay que diferenciar el nivel esencial
Evidencias de mis creencias en vivencias al azar
Un café y a pensar, poca fe en el altar
Déjame un respiro, vida, que quiero escapar

No, no molestar a mi manada
¿Esa es su vida? No creo nada
No hay que apuntar si el arma no está cargada
Con la mente elegante y las Nikes manchadas

Mi plaga uniéndose a ese desenlace
Faltan billetes, falta suerte, faltan ases
Estrellarme en su mirada como un Kamikaze
MDB, prin', barrio con clase
MDB, barrio con clase
Barrio con clase, barrio con clase, ja, ja
Yo, yo

Fuck this shit, gorras planas y un buen beat
Por la city, todo el día mirando bitches
Fuck this shit, ya preguntan por mi click
Por la city, todo el día enrolando weed

Fuck this shit, beauty, beauty on my feet
Por la city, todo el día mirando bitches
Fuck this shit, esa dama va con three
Por la city, todo el día enrolando weed

Cereal y chocolate, nicotina y mate
Pocos pueden hacerlo como se lo hacía el Cracker
El amor es combate, su corazón no late
Putas queriendo vernos, es el real state

Bajate, su amor inalcanzable
Ja, mis ojeras imborrables
Fumo en la esquina con miradas no confiables
Escupo droga de valores invaluables

Muy tarde, ja, ja
Muy tarde

Domingo

Yeah, yeah
Dedicated to my guys on the corner
And to all the hustlers in the neighborhood
Who waste their lives, ah
Yeah, man
Bad singers
Yeh, yeh
Seh, seh

My throne is lost in the underground
My honor is something they'll never buy
That shit burns, I gotta forget it
That bitch wants to kill us

You gotta differentiate the essential level
Evidence of my beliefs in random experiences
A coffee and to think, little faith in the altar
Let me breathe, life, I want to escape

No, don't bother my pack
Is that her life? I don't believe it
No need to aim if the gun isn't loaded
With an elegant mind and dirty Nikes

My plague joining that outcome
Lacking bills, lacking luck, lacking aces
Crashing into her gaze like a Kamikaze
MDB, prin', neighborhood with class
MDB, neighborhood with class
Neighborhood with class, neighborhood with class, ha, ha
Yo, yo

Fuck this shit, flat caps and a good beat
Around the city, all day looking at bitches
Fuck this shit, they're already asking about my crew
Around the city, all day rolling weed

Fuck this shit, beauty, beauty on my feet
Around the city, all day looking at bitches
Fuck this shit, that lady is with three
Around the city, all day rolling weed

Cereal and chocolate, nicotine and mate
Few can do it like Cracker used to
Love is combat, her heart doesn't beat
Bitches wanting to see us, it's the real estate

Get down, her love is unattainable
Ha, my dark circles are indelible
Smoking on the corner with untrustworthy glances
Spitting drugs of invaluable worth

Too late, ha, ha
Too late