Paroles et traduction Aiman JR - Códigos

Códigos

Eh-eh-ey
Eh-eh-ey
El JR, pa' que lo escuches (Beats by Malice)
Ah
Brazo para atrás, con un trozo 'e metal en las mano'
Agáchate y entra para el furgón
Que como nos pongamo' malo'
Rojo y azul, solo eres un lambón
Vuelo a la calle y te cago a palo'
Por qué tanto odio a lo poco bombón
Que pregunte' eso me parece raro
Buscando mi money con flow Al Capone, no importa la poli, west
Cojo tinta y boli, al parque con mis domis, en el campo Ronnie, ey
Tú no sabe' na', [?], dime la verdad, ey
'Tamo por la ciudad, no importa lo que hagas, siemprе va a ser mal, ah
A la hora del—, sht, no hay duda, pa' los chivatos no hay cura
Cocina y cortamo' la pura, ni me acеrco y ya pide ayuda
Aquí estamo' los de verdad, moviendo por to'a la ciudad
No saben de mí, voy a hablar, lo que gane pa' la mamá
Tantas críticas que a mí por culo me dan
Canto solo pa' los colegas, 'mano, y lo sabe' en verdad
Canto lo que vivo, y allí es donde está
El que me ayudó a seguir en esto, bendiciones para papá
Y ram-pam-pan, poco' como yo que lo saben hacer
De cualquier forma cogen un beat y lo ponen a romper
Y él, él, él, fue el que me ayudó en verdad en esto
Alá, yo te quiero mucho, superior al resto
Buscando mi money con flow Al Capone, no importa la poli, west
Cojo tinta y boli, al parque con mis domis, en el campo Ronnie, ey
Tú no sabe' na', [?], dime la verdad, ey
'Tamo por la ciudad, no importa lo que hagas, siempre va a ser mal, ah
Sígueme los paso', que en esta me da y arraso
Ya no se colma el vaso, cuidadito, hazme caso (Pow)
Paranoia cada rato, y el perro busca su gato (Pow, pow)
Por los míos yo mato, y se creen que soy un niñato, pero
Que venga y lo pruebe, mucho hielo en el cuello sin vender nieve
Pide la nota que se eleve, así puede' josear los chele', -ele
Por to'a mi cama tengo Seven,
Por la banda Gareth Bale y a la espalda Eleven
Que me vengan y me lleven,
Me lo pesa' demasia'o y esto es lo que tiene
Ene, no me vale tu nene, buscando los ciene', ey
Con cabeza lo' biene', hasta que lo pierde no sabe' lo que tiene'
Los azule' detrás, tú no te frene', lo que verás no te conviene
Yo voy a lo mío, no hay quien me ordene, eh-eh-eh
Buscando mi money con flow Al Capone, no importa la poli, west
Cojo tinta y boli, al parque con mis domis, en el campo Ronnie, ey
Tú no sabe' na', [?], dime la verdad, ey
'Tamo por la ciudad, no importa lo que hagas, siempre va a ser mal, ah

Codes

Eh-eh-hey
Eh-eh-hey
It's JR, for you to listen to (Beats by Malice)
Ah
Arm back, with a piece of metal in my hand
Duck down and get in the van
Because if we get mad
Red and blue, you're just a sucker
I fly to the street and shit on you
Why so much hate for the little hottie
Ask that, it seems strange to me
Looking for my money with Al Capone flow, the police don't matter, west
I take ink and pen, to the park with my homies, Ronnie's in the field, hey
You don't know anything, [?], tell me the truth, hey
We're in the city, it doesn't matter what you do, it's always gonna be bad, ah
At the time of the—, sht, there's no doubt, there's no cure for snitches
We cook and cut the pure, I don't even get close and she's already asking for help
Here we are, the real ones, moving all over the city
They don't know about me, I'm gonna talk, what I earn for Mom
So many criticisms that they give me up the ass
I only sing for my colleagues, bro, and you know it's true
I sing what I live, and that's where it's at
The one who helped me keep going in this, blessings to Dad
And ram-pam-pan, few like me who know how to do it
Anyway they take a beat and break it
And he, he, he, was the one who really helped me in this
Hey, I love you so much, better than the rest
Looking for my money with Al Capone flow, the police don't matter, west
I take ink and pen, to the park with my homies, Ronnie's in the field, hey
You don't know anything, [?], tell me the truth, hey
We're in the city, it doesn't matter what you do, it's always gonna be bad, ah
Follow my steps, 'cause in this one I give it and I sweep
The glass is no longer full, be careful, listen to me (Pow)
Paranoia every time, and the dog is looking for his cat (Pow, pow)
For mine I kill, and they think I'm a kid, but
Come and try it, a lot of ice on my neck without selling snow
Order the note to be raised, so you can finger the bills, -ills
I have Seven all over my bed,
For the band Gareth Bale and Eleven on my back
Let them come and get me,
They weigh me too much and this is what it has
Ene, your baby is not worth it, looking for the hundreds, hey
With a head the good ones come, until he loses it he doesn't know what he has
The blue ones behind, you don't brake, what you'll see won't suit you
I'm going to mine, there's no one to order me, eh-eh-eh
Looking for my money with Al Capone flow, the police don't matter, west
I take ink and pen, to the park with my homies, Ronnie's in the field, hey
You don't know anything, [?], tell me the truth, hey
We're in the city, it doesn't matter what you do, it's always gonna be bad, ah