Lyrics and translation Pope feat. Slim - Nascar

Nascar

No es personal pero a la hora de la verdad
Ninguno pone la mano en el fuego no ganan el juego
Solo lo hace papa

Wawa corre ponlo a derrapar
Yaya driftin por sus piernas
Mas gass ya no nos pueden parar
Run run voy mas alla de Nascar

Nos quieren pillar
Solo de lejos nos pueden mirar
Ninguno nos va a llega a la suela las air force
Mi casio dice que su hora de chillar
Es su hora de chillar

No pueden brillar no pueden brillar
Ni ver mas alla opaco el cristal
Lo parto sin mas contra su big ass
Me la como entera parece un Big Mac
Contacto directo a su was
Lo clavo perfecto Durant
Es dulce sugar
Y lo que digan ya me va a sudar
Porque yo estoy primero ellos sexto lugar
Fuego al quinto rulo el sexto
Del sillon me eyecto ya me siento lento
Sintiendo el infarto cuando parte el pecho
Pero igual disparo y par de headshots

Wawa corre ponlo a derrapar
Yaya driftin por sus piernas
Mas gass ya no nos pueden parar
Run run voy mas alla de Nascar

Shutup bitch let me plase start up
Badass cant see u runnin faster
Cant stand Cos Now gotta run back
Last lap the pole is mine bitch high class

Wawa corre ponlo a derrapar
Yaya driftin por sus piernas
Mas gass ya no nos pueden parar
Run run voy mas alla de Nascar

Shutup bitch let me plase start up
Badass cant see u runnin faster
Cant stand Cos Now gotta run back
Last lap the pole is mine im high class

No escama en mi piel
Que escarba en mi ser
Con alcohol sin sed
Nos van a temer
Una y otra vez
Ver ceniza caer
Voy a enloquecer
Si te vuelvo a ver

Aclaro la mente fumanome un choco
Me pega muy fuerte pero me hago otro
Me siento demente no entro al psicólogo
Junto a mi gente rodeado de narcóticos
No entro de frente no pego con tópicos
Con yerba potente proviene del trópico
No uso mi mente no juego a lo lógico
Piso tu frente si reduzco a lo atómico
Y va
Sustancia al paladar
PA dentro y sin masticar
No metes por más tirar bien
Ojo de sharingan ve
Tu muerte supuesto final que
Te arrastra al delirio mental de
Malos pensamiento podrán asustar te

Echa el freno
Deja paso con el boli trazo un temazo en entero
Dame veneneno
Llama al Carlos que no veo dos pasos pasale el canelo
Y dale fuego
Fumo a cachos de un peí a pachas y no rulan mechero
Que desprecio
Hoy me siento el anfitrion en mi trono de hierro

Nascar

It's not personal but when the truth comes out
None of them put their hand in the fire they don't win the game
Only the Pope does

Baby run drift it
Baby drifting by your legs
More gas, they can't stop us
Run run, I go beyond Nascar

They want to catch us
They can only watch us from afar
None of them will reach the sole of the Air Force
My Casio says it's time for them to scream
It's their time to scream

They can't shine, they can't shine
Nor see beyond the opaque crystal
I break it without more against its big ass
I eat it whole, it looks like a Big Mac
Direct contact to your was
I hit it perfectly, Durant
It's sweet sugar
And what they say won't make me sweat anymore
Because I'm first, they're sixth
Fire up the fifth roll, the sixth
I eject from the armchair, I feel slow
Feeling the heart attack when it breaks the chest
But I still shoot and two headshots

Baby run drift it
Baby drifting by your legs
More gas, they can't stop us
Run run, I go beyond Nascar

Shutup bitch let me please start up
Badass can't see you running faster
Can't stand 'cos now gotta run back
Last lap the pole is mine bitch high class

Baby run drift it
Baby drifting by your legs
More gas, they can't stop us
Run run, I go beyond Nascar

Shutup bitch let me please start up
Badass can't see you running faster
Can't stand 'cos now gotta run back
Last lap the pole is mine I'm high class

No snakes on my skin
That dig at my being
With alcohol without thirst
They will fear us
Again and again
Watching ashes fall
I'm going crazy
If I see you again

I clear my mind by smoking a choco
It hits me hard but I make another
I feel crazy I don't go to the psychologist
Together with my people surrounded by narcotics
I don't enter from the front I don't hit with topics
With potent weed it comes from the tropics
I don't use my mind I don't play logically
I stomp on your forehead if I reduce it to an atom
And go
Substance to the palate
To the inside and without chewing
You don't go in for more throwing well
The sharingan eye sees
Your supposed death finale that
It drags you into the mental delirium of
Evil thoughts can scare you

Hit the brake
Let go with the pen I draw a whole tune in one go
Give me the poison
Call Carlos because I can't see two steps pass him the cinnamon
And light it
I smoke on the sly from one leaf to another and they don't pass me the lighter
What contempt
Today I feel like the host on my iron throne