Lyrics and translation Carlos Blanco - Azukar

Azukar

¡Yeh!
Hey loco
Dice (Loudness Music)

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Dinero fácil no es difícil si lo canto
Salí de casa, drogas y cereal barato (¡yeh!)
Sin azúcar pero yo tenía harto (ja)

Vato si tengo rato en este pedo
Salimos de lo mismo así que no me digas nuevo
Yo sé lo que yo quiero, pasé lo más culero
Después salí del barrio pa′ decirle al mundo entero

Que tengo muchos sueños pero más de ser rapero
No importa que me tire solo atórele culero
Al aire nunca pega, no te hace verdadero
Entiendo lo que quieres pero entiende tú primero

Lo que es para ti, para ti será
Aquí nada se regala, después te quieren cobrar
Que si me trataron bien, no es lo mismo, no es igual
No se dice, se demuestra si en verdad tiene humilda' (ey)

Me dicen todo bien, porque siempre ando bien
Este vato sabe quien, pero dime, dime quién
Reconoce que anda al cien, solo se pone sostén
Eres culo de a mentiras, me la pelas ¿Cómo ves?

¿Somos locos o no somos locos?
Con la clicka fumando sin cocos
Verdaderos carnales son pocos
Ando con la gente que me brinca siempre en corto

¿Somos locos o no somos locos?
Con la cicla fumando sin cocos
Verdaderos carnales son pocos
Ando con la gente que me brinca siempre en corto

Yo-yo tengo carnales que la neta se la rifan
Tengo mis canales y ese culo que la rifa
Ando bien locote por fumarle tanta grifa
Ya me siento en alto como el "Sr. Longaniza"

Solo dime tú, el cielo sigue azul
Yo no sé como tú, ′tas verde como Hulk
Ya me puse full, marihuana y salud
Pa' los míos en la hood, represento cada boom, boom, boom

Este bajo en el cantón y ese estilo en el panteón
Eres culo o eres león, banda loco sabe el guion
Sácate con tu ambición, andamos con la ambición
No me gusta la traición, mucho menos el avión

¿Qué te traes?, ¿Qué te traes?, homie, homie tú no traes
Te hacen falta los Levi's y unos Maromero Páez
Somos locos, ando high, no me cambia lo que hay
Ni pequeño, ni king size, solo ritmo dale play

¿Somos locos o no somos locos?
Con la clicka fumando sin cocos
Verdaderos carnales son pocos
Ando con la gente que me brinca siempre en corto

¿Somos locos o no somos locos?
Con la clicka fumando sin cocos
Verdaderos carnales son pocos
Ando con la gente que me brinca siempre en corto

Sugar

¡Yeh!
Hey crazy
Says (Loudness Music)

One, two, three, four
Easy money isn't hard if I sing it
I left home, drugs, and cheap cereal (¡yeh!)
Without sugar, but I had plenty (ha)

Dude, I've been in this shit for a while
We come from the same place, so don't tell me it's new
I know what I want, I went through the worst
Then I left the hood to tell the whole world

That I have many dreams, but more so to be a rapper
It doesn't matter if I throw myself at it, just take it asshole
It never sticks to the air, it doesn't make you real
I understand what you want, but you understand first

What is for you, it will be for you
Nothing is given away here, then they want to charge you
If they treated me well, it's not the same, it's not the same
It is not said, it is shown if you truly have humility (ey)

They tell me everything is fine because I'm always fine
This dude knows who, but tell me, tell me who
Recognizes that you are at one hundred, you only wear a bra
You're a liar's ass, you peel me, what do you think?

Are we crazy or are we not crazy?
With the click smoking without coconuts
True carnales are few
I hang out with the people who always jump me short

Are we crazy or are we not crazy?
With the bike smoking without coconuts
True carnales are few
I hang out with the people who always jump me short

I-I have carnales that raffle the net
I have my channels and that ass that raffles it
I'm going crazy from smoking so much weed
I already feel high like "Mr. Sausage"

Just tell me, the sky is still blue
I don't know about you, you're green like Hulk
I'm already full, marijuana and health
For my people in the hood, I represent every boom, boom, boom

This bass in the canton and that style in the pantheon
You're an ass or you're a lion, crazy band knows the script
Take out with your ambition, we walk with ambition
I don't like betrayal, much less the plane

What are you bringing?, what are you bringing?, homie, homie you don't bring
You need Levi's and some Maromero Páez
We're crazy, I'm high, what's there doesn't change me
Neither small, nor king size, just rhythm hit play

Are we crazy or are we not crazy?
With the click smoking without coconuts
True carnales are few
I hang out with the people who always jump me short

Are we crazy or are we not crazy?
With the click smoking without coconuts
True carnales are few
I hang out with the people who always jump me short