Paroles et traduction C-Kan - Latinos Unidos

Latinos Unidos

Trocas con broncas, y narco corridos
Por la frontera de estados unidos
Puercos vendidos, Coyotes bandidos
Malandros prendidos, Latinos unidos

Rap raps With rolos, moviendo los kilos
Homies and cholos, rolling with the killers
Bitches and dealers, jalando tranquilos
Malandros prendidos, latinos unidos

De lejos se guachan
Los toros con baba, de lejos se miran caravanas
De Juanatos a Los Ángeles
Ahora los chacas son los que cobran las botas
Y a los cholos son los que persigue la chota
Que por que fuman mota
O que porque andan en flota
O a veces nada mas porque les hinchan las pelotas
Mala calle es para acá, dime quien nos parara
Se pelaron la banana, y mucha marihuana na
Mucho, mucho mucho loco, perico coca y foco
Ya por un par de peso, te da cualquier cuelga mocos
Pero volvió el rap, volvieron los rebotes
Se vuelve el encesto, en sil otro y esos motes
Aunque a mí me huele a que les duele cabrones
Que hoy la música urbana, la muevan los pelones
Por LA, PR, Venezuela, YRD
Chile, Paraguay Y Brasil, Colombia y Argentina wey
Se oye mucho rap latino, C el asesino
Lo que hoy suena el morro, y lo que el abuelo y el vecino
Si ya me costó un huevo, le voy a poner los dos
We the best, el perro and the homie Lil Rob

Trocas con broncas, y narco corridos
Por la frontera de Estados Unidos
Puercos vendidos, coyotes bandidos
Malandros prendidos, latinos unidos

Trocas con broncas, y narco corridos
Por la frontera de Estados Unidos
Puercos vendidos, coyotes bandidos
Malandros prendidos, latinos unidos

Soy Lil Rob, de San Diego, California
When it comes to Hip Hop, make it pop like a pistola
No quiero bronca, watch out for chotas
'Cause they pull me over looking for, cuetes and drogas
Pistola and coca, Heroine and mota
But I'm just cruising in the bomba con mi novia
La vida loca, I know I look it
Cops are the good guys right, least they crooked
I didn't nothing, but I held up and left el bote
Because I'm tired of goin' through all this bullshit
This always happens to me, this shit will never fail
Guilty till proven innocent, let the truth prevail
You think I wanna live my fucking life behind those bars
I'd rather be outside when duty calls, make booty calls
You know what I mean, it's kinda hard being the mexican
I never? Goin' back to the gacilican
I had to bring the drugs here, it ain't my fault
How come I ain't got no love here, it aint my fault
Ya tú sabes, lil Rob, Califa style
Con my homeboy de México, México, C-Kan

Trocas con broncas, y narco corridos
Por la frontera de Estados Unidos
Puercos vendidos, coyotes bandidos
Malandros prendidos, latinos unidos

Trocas con broncas, y narco corridos
Por la frontera de Estados Unidos
Puercos vendidos, coyotes bandidos
Malandros prendidos, latinos unidos

Oye!
Eco
The lab
Clasificación C

Latinos Unidos

Trucks with trouble, and narco corridos
Across the border of the United States
Dirty cops, bandit coyotes
Caught thugs, Latinos united

Rap raps with rolos, moving the kilos
Homies and cholos, rolling with the killers
Bitches and dealers, calmly pulling
Caught thugs, Latinos united

From afar you can see
The bulls with drool, from afar you can see caravans
From Juanatos to Los Angeles
Now the chacas are the ones who collect the boots
And the cholos are the ones the cops chase
Because they smoke weed
Or because they're in a fleet
Or sometimes just because they're a pain in the ass
Bad street is over here, tell me who will stop us
They peeled the banana, and a lot of marijuana, na
Lots, lots, lots of crazy, coke, cocaine and focus
For a couple of bucks, any hanger will give you snot
But rap came back, the rebounds came back
The basket is back, in sil another and those nicknames
Although it smells to me that it hurts you bastards
That today urban music is moved by the bald
By LA, PR, Venezuela, YRD
Chile, Paraguay and Brazil, Colombia and Argentina wey
You hear a lot of Latin rap, C the killer
What the kid listens to today, and what grandpa and the neighbor listen to
If it already cost me an egg, I'm going to put both of them
We the best, the dog and the homie Lil Rob

Trucks with trouble, and narco corridos
Across the border of the United States
Dirty cops, bandit coyotes
Caught thugs, Latinos united

Trucks with trouble, and narco corridos
Across the border of the United States
Dirty cops, bandit coyotes
Caught thugs, Latinos united

I'm Lil Rob, from San Diego, California
When it comes to Hip Hop, make it pop like a pistola
I don't want trouble, watch out for chotas
'Cause they pull me over looking for guns and drugs
Pistol and coca, Heroin and mota
But I'm just cruising in the lowrider with my girl
La vida loca, I know I look it
Cops are the good guys right, least they crooked
I didn't nothing, but I held up and left the boat
Because I'm tired of goin' through all this bullshit
This always happens to me, this shit will never fail
Guilty till proven innocent, let the truth prevail
You think I wanna live my fucking life behind those bars
I'd rather be outside when duty calls, make booty calls
You know what I mean, it's kinda hard being the mexican
I never? Goin' back to the gacilican
I had to bring the drugs here, it ain't my fault
How come I ain't got no love here, it aint my fault
Ya tú sabes, lil Rob, Califa style
Con my homeboy from Mexico, Mexico, C-Kan

Trucks with trouble, and narco corridos
Across the border of the United States
Dirty cops, bandit coyotes
Caught thugs, Latinos united

Trucks with trouble, and narco corridos
Across the border of the United States
Dirty cops, bandit coyotes
Caught thugs, Latinos united

Oye!
Echo
The lab
C rating