Nunca Es Tarde Da Players Town - Carcel, Hospital o Cementerio - Irving Ramirez Übersetzung ins Englische

Nunca Es Tarde Da Players Town - Carcel, Hospital o Cementerio

Yo no sé qué pasa, pero es demasiado tarde
Oro que me levanté hoy
Las balas que tengo son de largo alcance
Golpes con la glock

Nunca es demasiado tarde, yeah
Tú mueres como un cobarde, yeah
¿Por la espalda dispararme? yeah
Tienen hueso y quieren carne, yo sé que les arde

Esto haciéndolo, sonando en todas las calles
Que están en tu barrio (Yo voy a llegar)
Andamos patruyando todo el pinche becindario, oh
No nos pueden ver, homs

Mis homies son contados con los dedos de la mano
Mexicano, bro
Te pones iraquí, nos ponemos en plan gitano como quiera,
Bro busca lo que quieras, nunca buscaras el clavo mexicano bro

Yo no sé lo que les molesta
¡Chingón! mi mota apesta
De rolas quieren esta
Yo me paso de cresta
La cota me detesta, siempre me arresta
No me quiere; me detesta

Yo no sé lo que les molesta
Yo me paso de cresta, de rolas quieren esta
La chota me detesta; siempre me arresta
No me quiere; me detesta

Decime que mi mota apesta
La chota me detesta
Porque me paso de cresta

Nunca es demasiado tarde, yeah
Tú mueres como un cobarde, yeah
¿Por la espalda dispararme? yeah
Tienen hueso y quieren carne... carne...)

Nunca es demasiado tarde, yeah
Tú mueres como un cobarde, yeah
¿Por la espalda dispararme? yeah
Tienen hueso y quieren carne, tengo que cuidarme

Tengo la pinche caguama
Que saquen la pinche flama
Como que no pasó nada...

Yo no me aguito con los compas de Tepito
Yo con esta me desquito con todos estos homitos
Yeeee... uuuh...

En mi barrio te salen alas, uuuh...
En mi barrio te salen alas...
Skrr, skrr, uuuuh ooooh...

Yeeee... en mi barrio te salen alas...
En mi barrio te salen alas, yeh, yeh, yeh (skrr, skrr)
En mi barrio te salen alas (yeee... ooooh...)
En mi barrio te salen alas, yeeeee...

Never Too Late by Da Players Town - Jail, Hospital or Cemetery

I don't know what's going on, but it's too late
I pray I woke up today
The bullets I have are long-range
Hits with the glock

It's never too late, yeah
You die like a coward, yeah
Shooting me in the back? yeah
They have the bone and want the meat, I know it burns them

Doing this, sounding on all the streets
That are in your neighborhood (I'm gonna get there)
We're patrolling the whole damn neighborhood, oh
They can't see us, homies

My homies are counted on the fingers of one hand
Mexican, bro
You get Iraqi, we get gypsy-like anyway,
Bro, look for what you want, you'll never find the Mexican nail, bro

I don't know what bothers them
Damn! My weed stinks
They want this kind of music
I go over the top
The cops hate me, always arrest me
They don't like me; they hate me

I don't know what bothers them
I go over the top, they want this kind of music
The cops hate me; they always arrest me
They don't like me; they hate me

Tell me my weed stinks
The cops hate me
Because I go over the top

It's never too late, yeah
You die like a coward, yeah
Shooting me in the back? yeah
They have the bone and want the meat... meat...)

It's never too late, yeah
You die like a coward, yeah
Shooting me in the back? yeah
They have the bone and want the meat, I have to take care of myself

I have the damn caguama
Let them bring out the damn flame
As if nothing happened...

I don't back down with the compas from Tepito
With this one, I get even with all these homies
Yeeee... uuuh...

In my neighborhood, you get wings, uuuh...
In my neighborhood, you get wings...
Skrr, skrr, uuuuh ooooh...

Yeeee... in my neighborhood, you get wings...
In my neighborhood, you get wings, yeh, yeh, yeh (skrr, skrr)
In my neighborhood, you get wings (yeee... ooooh...)
In my neighborhood, you get wings, yeeeee...