Lyrics and translation Dalsin - Talibã Part. Cartel MCs

Talibã Part. Cartel MCs

É o crime de la créme eu fechado com o bonde do bong
Tentando escrever essa song os bacana apertando só dedo de kong
Quem pila pila aqui tranquila meu bonde é tribo tihuana
No rec deley na lla ganja me traga cubana ei chefe
Nem olhava as streets e fila de biate no hall
No nipe boca dos beats pera que eu to passando mal
Hei mal ta suave na habili saindo com essas gatas adoradoras de Cali
Quero um jeep pra eu por no Rally e partir com a minha gata pro vale
Um drink caralho porra não sei de onde ta surgindo essa trip
E a gata lembrava a pity antes dos 8 sex on the beach
Meu cap da blaze é o case e o base rodou com os caras da equipe
T-rex 2.0 flex eu fugi com ela no seu honda fit
Pretão ela metia o foot e no smart ela caçava uns raps
O canto da boca era sex quando ela cantava minhas tracks
After efects no men tudo bem faz o retorno e volta
Empolgada pulava e gritava novinho partiu RJ!
BER
4 caixas na mochila
Bico verde os boys faz fila
Deixa a firma prosperar
Meti o gol por que não dava pra esperar
Escoltado no Waze
Palmeado nas waves
Você pode até não acreditar
Mas eu duvido esses cu me atravessar
Cartel Dalsin
No apetite do dim
Chapado de green nos traps pique Berlin
Rap trap game
Mais chapado que Lil wayne
Rage killing in the name
Paquistan e os haxi creme
As gatas gemem
Modelos querendo meu semen

Taliban Part. Cartel MCs

It's the crime de la creme, I'm locked up with the bong brigade
Trying to write this song, the cool guys pressing only Kong's finger
Whoever grinds, grinds here quietly, my gang is the Tihuana tribe
In the rec, in the lla ganja, bring me Cuban, hey boss
I didn't even look at the streets and there's a queue of beer at the hall
On the nipe, mouth of the beats, so I'm feeling bad
Hey, it's smooth, in the habili, going out with these Cali worshiping girls
I want a jeep to put in the Rally and leave with my girl for the valley
A fucking drink, dammit, I don't know where this trip is coming from
And the girl looked like Pity before 8, sex on the beach
My cap of the blaze is the case and the base rolled with the guys from the team
T-rex 2.0 flex, I escaped with her in her Honda fit
Black boy, she put her foot in it and in the smart she caught some raps
The corner of her mouth was sex when she sang my tracks
After effects in the men, it's ok, go back
Excited, she jumped and shouted, boy, let's go to RJ!
BER
4 boxes in the backpack
Green beak, the boys are queuing
Let the firm prosper
I scored the goal because I couldn't wait
Escorted on the Waze
Palmed in the waves
You may not believe it
But I doubt that these asses will cross me
Cartel Dalsin
In the appetite of the dim
Stoned on green in the traps like Berlin
Rap trap game
Stoned more than Lil Wayne
Rage killing in the name
Pakistan and the haxi cream
The girls groan
Models wanting my semen