Lyrics and translation Nikson - Pura Droga (feat. Basek)

Pura Droga (feat. Basek)

Judgement night
Come over here
Judgement night
Wooo haaa wooo haaaa
Judgemente night
Come over here
Judgement night
Judgement night

Judgement night
Come over here
Judgement night
Wooo haaa wooo haaa
Judgement night
Come over here
Judgement night
Judgement night

Yo nací en agosto loco
Por lo tanto soy felino
Entro a la casa de las gatas
Y soy minino
Si tengo una zeta
Me pierdo y sin testigos
Traje una maceta
Que la quemo con amigos
Traje esta receta
Que es solo para entendidos
La vida es 360
Y te quedaste resentido
Yo ma neggo
Hoy todos son artistas
Pero hasta el mas real
Se vuelve populista
Nikson suelta el bombo
Y yo instalo bombas
Sonido especial
Como dj see all en la tornas
Unos se cambian de bando
Solo por seguir la onda
Cambian mas que el cabello
De Denis Rodman
Puro showman, corta
Sombras, con rap
Ondas, fuck that
Word up
No creo en lo que veo
Solo creo en mi razón
Aunque a veces me haga el muerto
Compi, según la ocasión
Detrás de algún abrazo
Se esconde la traición
Detrás de una sonrisa
Se esconde depresión
Oye brother sigo en el RODE
Se que te jode
Tu por la espalda
Yo por la banda
Me dicen Robert
Tu tackiai mi mole
Demoledor mi mode
In tha place
Fuck fame
Game over
Game over
Game over
Game over

De rap somos frickis
Va pa tu psiquis
No eres del bronx
Solo tienes bronquitis
Te suena a niggie
Va como biggie
No quimics
Tu no estas por talento loco
Solo por amiguis
La industria nos quiere ignorantes
Te borran la verdad que está delante
No obstante,
Es como la parabola Del elefante
Con o sin hommies
Como jhonnie
Sigo walker
Que alguien te salve
El alien del parque
El sistema es una rueda
Y tu el hamster
No hables de old school
Si no usaste sound blaster
Niño no saques el rollo
Fucking Peter Parker
Van al revés como el tolompa
De los Kriss Kross
Se huele en el aire
La doctrina del shock
En la selva de cemento
Ya me siento George
Se alucinan mas que un paco
Manejando un Dodge
Que se creen que
Son enclenques
Me divierte
Tu camino un nido de serpientes
De a poco exploto
Todo loco como el medio oriente
Mi hora no es la hora
Siempre es las 4 y 20
No creas en caritas lindas sonrientes
Sonidos explosivos
En la casa no lo intentes
Oye kid anótalo en tu pizarra
Dios vive allá arriba
Yo en la cuarta barra

Esto suena después de morir
Pura droga que te hace volar
Esto suena después de morir
Voy con nikson negro y dj see all
Esto suena después de morir
Pura droga que te hace volar
Esto suena después de morir
Voy con nikson negro y dj see all

Judgement night
Come over here
Judgement night
Wooo haaa wooo haaa
Judgement night
Come over here
Judgement night
Judgement night

Pura Droga (feat. Basek)

Judgement night
Come over here
Judgement night
Wooo haaa wooo haaaa
Judgemente night
Come over here
Judgement night
Judgement night

Judgement night
Come over here
Judgement night
Wooo haaa wooo haaa
Judgement night
Come over here
Judgement night
Judgement night

Yo nací en agosto loco
Por lo tanto soy felino
I enter the cat house
And I'm a pussy
If I have a zeta
I get lost and without witnesses
I brought a flower pot
That I burn it with friends
I brought this recipe
That it is only for connoisseurs
Life is 360
And you were left resentful
Yo ma neggo
Today everyone is an artist
But even the most real
Becoming a populist
Nikson drops the hype
And I install pumps
Special sound
As a DJ see all on the turnstiles
Some people change sides
Just to follow the wave
They change more than the hair
By Denis Rodman
Pure showman, short
Shadows, with rap
Waves, fuck that
Word up
I don't believe in what I see
I just believe in my reason
Even if sometimes I play dead
Compi, according to the occasion
Behind some hug
The betrayal is hidden
Behind a smile
Depression is hiding
Hey brother... I'm still in the RODE...
I know it fucks you up
Your in the back
Me for the band
They call me Robert
Tu tackiai mi mole
Demolishing my mode
In tha place
Fuck fame
Game over
Game over
Game over
Game over

Of rap we are frickis
Go to your psyche
You're not from the Bronx.
You just have bronchitis
Sounds like niggie to you
It goes like biggie
No chemicals
You are not for crazy talent
Just for friends
The industry wants us to be ignorant
They erase the truth that is in front of you
However,
It's like the parable of the elephant
With or without hommies
Like Johnny
I follow Walker
Someone save you
The alien in the Park
The system is a wheel
And you the hamster
Don't talk about old school
If you haven't used sound blaster
Child don't take out the roll
Fucking Peter Parker
They go the other way like the tolompa
By the Kriss Kross
It smells in the air
The shock doctrine
In the concrete jungle
I already feel George
They hallucinate more than a paco
Driving a Dodge
Who believe that
They are puny
It amuses me
Your way a nest of snakes
Little by little I explode
All crazy like the Middle East
My time is not the time
It's always 4 and 20
Don't believe in cute smiley faces
Explosive sounds
In the house don't try
Hey kid write it down on your board
God lives up there
Me in the fourth bar

This sounds after I die
Pure drug that makes you fly
This sounds after I die
I'm going with nikson black and DJ see all
This sounds after I die
Pure drug that makes you fly
This sounds after I die
Voy con nikson negro y dj see all

Judgement night
Come over here
Judgement night
Wooo haaa wooo haaa
Judgement night
Come over here
Judgement night
Judgement night