Paroles et traduction C.r.o - Puro

Puro

Cordones desatados, los ojos achinados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Aunque no lo queramos, estamos involucrados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Son solo tardes con to′ los chicos del barrio
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Soltando el humo por to' mi vecindario
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Oh, reparto con mi familia, son platos formando líneas
Mis gatos, su mala vida, lo gasto en marca y comida
Arrancando pa′ la avenida, comprando droga y bebida
Mirando mal a esos niggas, la noche se pone real
Ni-ni-nigga, el tiempo me quiere ver mal
Veo gente alzando el dedo cuando quiero vacilar
Hay dinero que ganar, dinero que gastar
El barrio está llorando, otra vez volvió a pasar
Mi mierda es real, reformando cosa' serias
Habilidad infectada renacida de bacterias
Nigga, contrabando por la feria
Está creciendo el rencor y toda la puta miseria
Nigga, estamos dando la cara
Crecimos hartos de escuchar su porquería mala
¿Buscas estilo? En el barrio te lo regalan
Tan pura la buena vida que se hace mala

Cordones desatados, los ojos achinados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Aunque no lo queramos, estamos involucrados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Son solo tardes con to' los chicos del barrio
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Soltando el humo por to′ mi vecindario
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Pure

Laces untied, eyes narrowed
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Even if we don't want to, we are involved
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
It's just afternoons with to' the neighborhood kids
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Letting off the smoke for to' my neighborhood
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Oh, I share with my family, it's plates forming lines
My cats, their bad life, I spend it on brand and food
Starting up the avenue, buying drugs and drink
Looking bad at those niggas, the night gets real
Ni-ni-nigga, the weather wants to see me bad
I see people raising their finger when I want to hesitate
There's money to be made, money to be spent
The neighborhood is crying, it happened again
My shit is real, reforming thing' serious
Bacteria-reborn infected ability
Nigga, smuggling around the fair
The grudge is growing and all the fucking misery
Nigga, we're showing our face
We grew up sick of listening to his bad shit
Are you looking for style? In the neighborhood they give it to you
The good life is so pure that it becomes bad

Laces untied, eyes narrowed
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Even if we don't want to, we are involved
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
It's just afternoons with to' the neighborhood kids
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Soltando el humo por to′ mi vecindario
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang