Paroles et traduction Baroni One Time - En la Esquina

En la Esquina

Cuanta linea, cuanto gramo, cuanto tiene, cuanto vale
Cuanta bala, cuanta glock, estan sonando los metales
Quien mato? quien disparo? todos vieron, nadie sabe
Porque esa es la rutina que se vive en la calle
Cuanta linea, cuanto gramo, cuanto tiene, cuanto vale
Cuanta bala, cuanta glock, estan sonando los metales
Quien mato? quien disparo? todos vieron, nadie sabe
Porque esa es la rutina que se vive en la calle ehh ...
En una esquina estan fumando la marihuana, en la tra esquina se vende el blanco pesao'
En esa misma hay muchos falsos y mucha infama
Y a mi brother lo maton por descuidao'...
En una esquina estan fumando la marihuana, en la tra esquina se vende el blanco pesao'
En esa misma hay muchos falsos y mucha infama
Y a mi brother lo maton por descuidao'
Mi madre me llamó, mi telefono sonó
Me dijo hijo mio creo que tu hermano murió
Le dije eso no, al barrio llegue yo
Y cuando llegue al sitio esto fue que paso.
Too much confusion, mucha sangre in the the air
No hay cerveshion, solo el cuerpo veo de el
Todo es ilushion, y ahora vengo a cantarte a ti, es mejor que este atento te puede pasar a ti
Too much confusion, mucha sangre in the the air
No hay cerveshion, solo el cuerpo veo de el
Todo es ilushion, y ahora vengo a cantarte a ti, es mejor que este atento te puede pasar a ti ... yeah.
En una esquina estan fumando la marihuana, en la tra esquina se vende el blanco pesao'
En esa misma hay muchos falsos y mucha infama
Y a mi brother lo maton por descuidao'
En una esquina estan fumandooo
En la otra esquina estan vendiendooo
Hay muchos falsos e infama ah ah
Y a mi brother lo mataron por descuidao', por descuidao', por descuidao'

In the corner

How much brick, how much powder, how much does he have, how much is it worth
How many bullets, how many Glocks, the metal rattles
Who killed? Who shot? Everyone saw, nobody knows
Because that's the routine on the streets
How much brick, how much powder, how much does he have, how much is it worth
How many bullets, how many Glocks, the metal rattles
Who killed? Who shot? Everyone saw, nobody knows
Because that's the routine in the streets, babe...
On a corner they're smoking marijuana, on the next they're selling white sugar
On that very same corner, there's a lot of backstabbing and gossiping
And my brother was killed for being careless...
On a corner they're smoking marijuana, on the next they're selling white sugar
On that very same corner, there's a lot of backstabbing and gossiping
And my brother was killed for being careless
My mother called me, my phone rang
She said, "My son, I think your brother's dead"
I said, "That's not true," I got to the neighborhood
And when I got to the scene, this is what happened.
Too much confusion, so much blood in the air
No illusion, I can only see his body
It's all an illusion, and now I'm here to tell you, you better watch out or it could happen to you
Too much confusion, so much blood in the air
No illusion, I can only see his body
It's all an illusion, and now I'm here to tell you, you better watch out or it could happen to you... yeah.
On a corner they're smoking marijuana, on the next they're selling white sugar
On that very same corner, there's a lot of backstabbing and gossiping
And my brother was killed for being careless
On a corner they're smoking
On the other corner they're selling
There's a lot of gossip and backstabbing
And my brother was killed for being careless, for being careless, for being careless