Lyrics and translation La Banda Baston feat. Dee & Yoga Fire - Nefilims (feat. Dee & Yoga Fire)

Nefilims (feat. Dee & Yoga Fire)

Rolando la roca como si fuera Led Zeppelin
Me miró a los ojos y me dijo solo sé feliz
Angeles rebeldes luego Nefilims
Todo paniqueado amanecí en el IMSS

Ahí estaba a la salida esperándome en un Sentra
Me dijo: "Entra vamos a dar la vuelta"
Y me subí, se llamaba Rubí
Conjugamos juntos el verbo "to be"
Con ella me perdí

Nos fuimos tendos, everybody y el resto
Ahora vendo ya tengo pa lo nuestro
Bendito suministro rolando por el distro
Jugando con el diablo y rogándole a Cristo
(!What up! Jesus)

Hoy el que sea que este conmigo rifa
Improbablemente sniffa
Digo!salud! Con ninfas ninfómanas
Siempre quemando grifa espectacular
Mejorando mis cifras

No aprendí nada wey, no aprendí nada (nah)
No aprendí nada wey
Ángeles rebeldes luego Nefilims

Es un Nefilim salido de la biblia
De niño vendía Twenties ahora vende las libras
Un alma endemoniada que ya no tiene fibras
Un corazón más frío que el frío que hace en Siria

No sabe de la envidia hustleando se le olvida
Ahora anda bien pila apilando los de a quina
Ginebra con quina de a diario en su vida
Metido en la movida, su movie suicida

Dog killa sabe de donde viene y nunca se le olvida
Dope killa que tira sangre fría sin respirar
Hoy ya dejó la calle y mueve de la fina
Allá encontró la mina y nunca la descuida

Hoy de su clica cuida, su familia es su vida
Ayer fue de bajada y hoy solo es de subida
Pero aunque tiene plata y fina joyería
No sabe dónde va a terminar al final del día

No aprendí nada wey, no aprendí nada (nah)
No aprendí nada wey
Ángeles rebeldes luego Nefilims

No aprendí nada wey y ni lo haré
Yo nací recio y así que recio me moriré
Siempre ando rolando con gente que mueve el Wave
Malandros y varios cholos de Monterrey

Relatos tengo pa rato y no son fake
De vatos que del clorhidrato fueron el rey
Yo sólo los transporto de un lugar a otro
La mano en el volante, otra en la 38

Nada mal para un taxista, es una Smith & Wesson
Que no va para calzada pero llega al hueso
Una trocona blindada y encima un bandon
No es por seguridad pero traen puesto el bastón

Tuve una epiphany, cuando compré mi Tiffany
Ruger 380 la pobreza dije c'est fini
Ahora voy felonitas felony
Ángeles rebeldes luego Nefilims

Nefilims (feat. Dee & Yoga Fire)

I'm rolling the rock like Led Zeppelin
She looked me in the eyes and said just be happy
Rebel angels then Nefilims
All panicked I woke up in the IMSS

There she was at the exit waiting for me in a Sentra
She said, "Get in, let's go for a ride"
And I got in, her name was Ruby
Together we conjugated the verb "to be"
With her I got lost

We went crazy, everybody else
Now I'm selling, I have everything for us
Blessed supply rolling through the distro
Playing with the devil and praying to Christ
(! What up! Jesus)

Whoever's with me today is lucky
Improbably sniffs
I say! Cheers! with nymphomaniac nymphs
Always burning spectacular weed
Improving my numbers

I didn't learn anything, man, I didn't learn anything (nah)
I didn't learn anything, man
Rebel angels then Nefilims

He's a Nefilim straight out of the bible
As a child he sold Twenties, now he sells pounds
A possessed soul no longer has fibers
A heart colder than the cold in Syria

He doesn't know about envy, hustling makes him forget
Now he's stacking the fives
Gin and quinine every day of his life
Caught up in the game, his suicidal movie

Dog killa knows where he came from and never forgets
Dope killa who shoots cold blood without breathing
Today he's left the streets and moves the fine
There he found the mine and never neglects it

Today he takes care of his clique, his family is his life
Yesterday he was going downhill and today it's only going up
But even though he has money and fine jewelry
He doesn't know where he's going to end up at the end of the day

I didn't learn anything, man, I didn't learn anything (nah)
I didn't learn anything, man
Rebel angels then Nefilims

I didn't learn anything, man, and I never will
I was born tough and that's how I'll die
I'm always rolling with people who move the Wave
Bad guys and various cholos from Monterrey

I have stories for a while and they're not fake
Of guys who were the king of hydrochloride
I just transport them from one place to another
One hand on the wheel, the other on the 38

Not bad for a cab driver, it's a Smith & Wesson
It's not for the road, but it hits the bone
An armored truck and a big stick on top
It's not for safety, but they're still carrying the stick

I had an epiphany when I bought my Tiffany
Ruger 380, I said poverty c'est fini
Now I'm going felony
Rebel angels then Nefilims