Paroles et traduction Blind The Eight - Space

Space

Mucho ice en el cuello
Nah mucho hielo
Voy de primero
No ando en celo
Me buscan pero
Me buscan pero
Me buscan pero
Voy de primero
Yo me sé los codi
Yo me sé los guay
I'm on the table
I'm on the way
Toda tu ganga
Me dicen que guay
Pero no ando en esa
Flowers pa mi mai
Canastas o dunks
Pero no soy Mike
Sobres de lo que sea
No ando en la way
Muchos me dicen
Que llego a new wave
Que falta poco
Y que siga en mi sound
Juego q juego
Y agarro rebound
Tiro más pistas
Queda doble bounce
Cuando me vean
No tiren alto
(Yeah)
No me voy a cansar
De tirarte barra
Mientras lo sigas haciendo
Pues midete en una escala
Sabes que tengo más de 20 entradas
Te las paso y te vas pa' la cagada
Pero como quieras
A mí no me pegas
Ni fueras Mayweather
Todas me las pelas
Tienen la cabeza
Como una vela
Se derriten tanto
Ya ni les queda
Montándose en jetskis mentales
Si son problemas ¿y tus argumentales?
No Tienes
Porque ni siquiera tienes instrumentales
Restando y sumando
Like be preescolares
No vendo droga
Quiero pedales
Pa' darle pa alante
Como los que salen
Háblame claro
Del clóset no sales?
(Yeah)
Como first time
Wutang Clan es mi sauce
No tienen espacio
No le pagan iCloud
Esto no es GTA
Pero te sientes Cloud
No entiendo que te pasa
Envidiando mi sound
Llevo más de seis meses
Una rima básica
Me tiro aveces
Mientras me lo mamas
Tengo más líneas que ustedes con

Space

Lots of ice on my neck
Nah, a lot of ice
I'm going first
I'm not in heat
They look for me but
They look for me but
They look for me but
I'm going first
I know the codes
I know the ways
I'm on the table
I'm on the way
Your whole gang
They tell me I'm cool
But I'm not on that
Flowers for my mom
Dunks or baskets
But I'm not Mike
Envelopes of whatever
I'm not on that way
Many tell me
That I'm reaching a new wave
That it's not long now
And that I keep on my sound
I play and I play
And I grab the rebound
I drop more tracks
Double bounce remains
When you see me
Don't aim high
(Yeah)
I won't get tired
Of dropping bars on you
As long as you keep doing it
Well, measure yourself on a scale
You know I have more than 20 entries
I'll give them to you and you'll be screwed
But whatever you want
You can't touch me
Not even if you were Mayweather
You peel them all for me, girl
They have their heads
Like a candle
They melt so much
There's nothing left of them
Riding mental jetskis
If they are problems, what about your arguments?
You don't have any
Because you don't even have instrumentals
Subtracting and adding
Like preschoolers
I don't sell drugs
I want pedals
To push forward
Like the ones that come out
Talk to me clearly
Won't you come out of the closet?
(Yeah)
Like first time
Wutang Clan is my sauce
They don't have space
They don't pay for iCloud
This isn't GTA
But you feel like Cloud
I don't understand what's wrong with you
Envying my sound
I've been going for more than six months
A basic rhyme
I drop sometimes
While you suck it
I have more lines than you guys with