Lyrics and translation SD Kong - Sterling (feat. Hábil Harry)

Sterling (feat. Hábil Harry)

Apesta desde el lobby mi skunk
Voy a entrar heavy como un shotty de rum, de slam dunk
Me estoy inflando como reebok pump
Pillando todos esos presis en tu face de bum
La mierda de mi hermano en la cara de Trump
Malo pero bueno a la vez como follar sin condón
Tengo el don como Harry
Del grifo call me Barney
Funk como Marvin
Maricon ponte en acción
Tú me enseñas yo te doy lección
Compartimos el conocimiento es la revolución
Esta mierda es fácil
Como dejar sin argumentos a un nazi
O encontrar casos de corrupción
Blunts como brazos de bebes
No creo en dios pero me siento blessed
Para mí esta mierda es rapshit me causa cero estrés
Como follar en el parking de atocha o pensar en mi ex
Grindando hierba while the fruits are pressed, obssesed...
NS we the best, no guess
We on a quest
Fresh dressed de cabeza a pies

Viviendo en la ruleta rusa, we keep turning
El tambor until the powder burning
Escucha el percutor, everyday we gambling
Espía ebrio como Archer Sterling
Viviendo en la ruleta rusa, we keep turning
El tambor until the powder burning
Escucha el percutor, everyday we gambling
Espía ebrio como Archer Sterling

Dibujo escritos, kilos de estilo
Esnifo, escribo, cumplo castigo, the flyness kido
Vivo sin chito, vivo like g tho
You know the deal bro
Dedico para mi equipo de sinners benditos
Fluyo y recito, cumplo mi sino
Como pasta a la salida de la limo
Lejos del circo, mi templo rijo para mi es distinto
Bumpeo freeses de Stretch y Bobbito
Recito raw bars sin florituras
Rimas puras cual peruva, brotha what da fucking uba
The ruler anuda stacks en callejas oscuras
Apúntate el nombre, todos los corners me saludan
No vendo mi shit, salgo a subasta
Algo para los killas y los gangstas
I'm getting older, dirty and bastard (shimmy shimmy ya)
Chicken mustard, the master came to save the day bro
A aplastar todas las farsas

Viviendo en la ruleta rusa, we keep turning
El tambor until the powder burning
Escucha el percutor, everyday we gambling
Espía ebrio como Archer Sterling
Viviendo en la ruleta rusa, we keep turning
El tambor until the powder burning
Escucha el percutor, everyday we gambling
Espía ebrio como Archer Sterling

Sterling (feat. Hábil Harry)

My skunk reeks from the lobby
I'm gonna shoot in heavy like a shotty of rum, a slam dunk
I'm pumping up like Reebok Pump
Catching all those prexis on your bum face
My brother's shit on Trump's face
Bad but good at the same time like fucking without a condom
I got the gift like Harry
Call me Barney from the faucet
Funk like Marvin
Faggot, get in action
You teach me, I'll give you a lesson
We share knowledge, that's the revolution
This shit is easy
Like leaving a Nazi speechless
Or finding corruption cases
Blunts like baby arms
I don't believe in God, but I feel blessed
For me, this shit is rapshit, it causes me zero stress
Like fucking in the Atocha parking lot or thinking about my ex
Grinding herb while the fruits are pressed, obsessed...
NS, we're the best, no guess
We're on a quest
Freshly dressed from head to toe

Living in Russian roulette, we keep turning
The barrel until the powder burns
Listen to the firing pin, everyday we're gambling
A drunken spy like Archer Sterling
Living in Russian roulette, we keep turning
The barrel until the powder burns
Listen to the firing pin, everyday we're gambling
A drunken spy like Archer Sterling

I draw in style, kilos of style
I sniff, I write, I do my time, the flyness kid
I live without a peep, I live like a G though
You know the deal, bro
I dedicate to my team of blessed sinners
I flow and recite, I fulfill my destiny
Like pasta coming out of a limo
Far from the circus, my temple is ruled by me, it's different for me
I bump freestyles from Stretch and Bobbito
I recite raw bars without embellishment
Pure rhymes like Peruvian, brotha what the fucking uba
The ruler ties up stacks in dark alleys
Take note of the name, all the corners greet me
I don't sell my shit, I go to auction
Something for the killers and the gangstas
I'm getting older, dirty and bastard (shimmy shimmy ya)
Chicken mustard, the master came to save the day, bro
To crush all the farces

Living in Russian roulette, we keep turning
The barrel until the powder burns
Listen to the firing pin, everyday we're gambling
A drunken spy like Archer Sterling
Living in Russian roulette, we keep turning
The barrel until the powder burns
Listen to the firing pin, everyday we're gambling
A drunken spy like Archer Sterling