Paroles et traduction Cone Crew - Special

Special

Don l.

Cê sabe o ditado, apressado come cru
Então vai no máximo a 40 e ó
Cone crew
Saca o cone do volume do som
Põe no máximo como é de costume com o don (classe)
Sem um tema em especial nem comercial
Cê já tem bem especial don l. E tal
Special
Quando eu pego o mic esse feeling
Com essa gata assim tipo sexual healing
Ô ô ô tão soul, tão classe
Tão original quem fora o don faz?
Tão gueto e é assim tru
Só em ouvir o timbre o vagabundo sabe what I've been through
Não precisa nem ouvir what I've been through
Não precisa traduzir what I've been through
Hahaha foda-se what I've been through
Estilo 2pac essa é pra sentir bem assim uuhh

É a conexão parceiro, se ligou chapa? Rio de janeiro x Fortaleza
Papatinho qual é? Fala tu papato
Tamo junto na misão no corre

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara pa papa
Po para popara po para
É a Cone Crew mané
Se ligou xapa?

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara
Po para popara pa para
Só maluco doido é a cone crew que tá no ar

Olha a foto ali na estante
2 Garrafas de espumante
Batora ta elegante
Mas com cara de assaltante
Rubi, cristal e diamante
Vou invadir e pega um brilhante
Pra fortalece as amante
Recreio dos traficantes
Do motel pro restaurante
Num táxi dando uns colante
Sua massagem com hidratante
É tranquilizante
Bota pa dormi elefante
A noite tem show distante
Gata me espera com blunt
Que eu compro lubrificante
Putas são acompanhantes
Pra homens principiantes
Ela quer um prato picante
E eu já broto de atacante
Porque pra ela tu é broxante
Só porta anabolizante
Melhor virar figurante
Da novela dos mutantes
Não vou ser coadjuvante
Com as novinhas estudantes
Elas se beijam bastante
É trocação de traçante
Hoje eu acordei confiante
Portando um novo pisante
E só pra da um levante chego nelas de rasante

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara pa papa
Po para popara po para
É a cone crew mané
Igual o rap das armas

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara
Po para popara pa para
Só maluco doido é a cone crew que tá no ar

Rany Money:

Sou Rany Money, dispenso apresentação
Elevo sua consciência, a um estado de exaltação, doidão
Com paciência, inteligência, pra vim e fazer um som
Onde as mina dança, e os irmão tranquilo queimam o bom
Então, primeira lição, é verão tira o moletom
A festa é de graça e vai do funk ao reggaeton
Vou falar mermo que apanhe, até que minha garganta arranhe
Que uns ainda derramam sangue, pra beber champagne Chandon
Então sangue bom, isso é só pra animar a galera
Já que tem uns pela que apela, só pra tá na panela
Seja a base ou a capella, nos asfalto ou na favela
To naquela sem da trela, tentando abrir a janela
Vem, papatinho vem, finaliza esse protótipo
Pega um sampler caótico, faz um beat neurótico
Vejo artistas robóticos, e seus itens tecnológicos
Prefiro o estilo natural, tu já vê pelo globo ótico
Eu sou Rany Money Money sem money tô tranquilão
Rany money money money as mina no salão
Querem rebolar, e eu com a fumaça no ar
Nao to aqui pra responder, e sim pra questionar!

And it's just begone, so bitch, just be gone
Ain't no time for cum, so go sleep at you're mom's
We're at war, cause we're poor, my love can't take it no more
Crack the floor, bust the door, drop a bomb, cause we're bored
Foward leads my intentions, and beef's with amunition
Enbrace the missions, grab some milions, fuck the terms, and conditions
Bilions, I wanna hop to the top, pop a cop, glock shot
Steal all the rocks, and give it back to africa, as a gift from my mob
And not a frog, not a prince, I'm a dog, and I lick/all the pussy's, and I stick, in pretty chicks, with my dick
Better pick a side, don't fucking stay aside
Or you at war or either mad to just stay outside, hide, right
Run mother-fucker, gone mother-fucker, alone
In the dark, you're just stoned, to step, on the wrong zone
Dong mother-fucker, dong mother-fucker, dong, dong
You're door-bell's ringing, and guess, who has come

Só maluco doido Cone Crew que tá no ar
Vai virar um clássico neguin!
Igual Michael Jackson, pesadão igual soco do Mike Tayson!
Já era, já era
É Cone Crew, mané
Só maluco doido, é Cone Crew que tá no ar...

Special

Don l.

You know the saying, rushed eats raw
So it goes at most to 40 and oh
Cone crew
Pull out the sound volume cone
Max out as usual with don (class)
Without a particular theme or commercial
You already have a very special don l. and such
Special
When I pick up the mic this feeling
With this babe so kind sexual healing
Oh oh oh so soulful, so classy
So original who outside the don does?
So ghetto and so tru
Just hearing the timbre the Tramp knows what I've been through
Don't even need to hear what I've been through
No need to translate what I've been through
Hahaha fuck what I've been through
Style 2Pac this is to feel good so uuhh

Is the connection partner, if connected plate? Rio de janeiro vs. Fortaleza
Daddy what is it? You speak papato
We are together in the mission in the run

Paparara paparara
Paparara pa papa
Po to popara po to popara
The Cone Crew mané
Did you call xapa?

Paparara paparara
Paparazzi
Po to popara pa to
Only crazy crazy is the cone crew that's on the air

Look at the picture there on the shelf
2 bottles of sparkling wine
Batora ta elegant
But with a mugger's face
Ruby, crystal and diamond
I'll break in and grab a shiny
To strengthen the mistress
Drug dealers ' playground
The motel pro restaurante
In a taxi giving some sticky
Your massage with moisturizer
It's reassuring
Boot pa slept elephant
The night has distant show
Babe waits for me with blunt
That I buy lubricant
Whores are escorts
For beginner men
She wants a spicy dish
And I already sprout striker
Because for her you are broxante
Anabolic door only
Best turn extra
The novel of the mutants
I will not be supporting
With the new students
They kiss a lot
Is Tracer exchange
Today I woke up confident
Porting a new pisante
And just to give a lift I get in them flush

Paparara paparara
Paparara pa papa
Po to popara po to popara
The cone crew mané
Like the rap of guns

Paparara paparara
Paparazzi
Po to popara pa to
Only crazy crazy is the cone crew that's on the air

Rany Money:

I'm Rany Money, No Introduction
I raise your consciousness, to a state of exaltation, madness
With patience, intelligence, to come and make a sound
Where the mine dances, and the quiet brothers burn the good
So first lesson, it's summer take off your sweatshirt
The party is free and goes from funk to reggaeton
I'll talk shit that catches, until my throat scratches
That some still shed blood, to drink champagne Chandon
So good blood, this is just to cheer up the guys
Since you have some for which you appeal, just to be in the pot
Be it the base or a capella, on the asphalt or in the favela
To that without the leash, trying to open the window
Come, daddy come, finish this prototype
Take a chaotic sampler, make a neurotic beat
I see robotic artists, and their technological items
I prefer the natural style, you already see through the optical globe
I'm Rany Money Money no money I'm quiet
Rany money money money as mina no salão
Querem rebolar, e eu com a fumaça no ar
Nao to aqui pra responder, e sim pra questionar!

And it's just begone, so bitch, just be gone
Ain't no time for cum, so go sleep at you're mom's
We're at war, cause we're poor, my love can't take it no more
Crack the floor, bust the door, drop a bomb, cause we're bored
Foward leads my intentions, and beef's with amunition
Enbrace the missions, grab some milions, fuck the terms, and conditions
Bilions, I wanna hop to the top, pop a cop, glock shot
Steal all the rocks, and give it back to africa, as a gift from my mob
And not a frog, not a prince, I'm a dog, and I lick/all the pussy's, and I stick, in pretty chicks, with my dick
Better pick a side, don't fucking stay aside
Or you at war or either mad to just stay outside, hide, right
Run mother-fucker, gone mother-fucker, alone
In the dark, you're just stoned, to step, on the wrong zone
Dong mother-fucker, dong mother-fucker, dong, dong
You're door-bell's ringing, and guess, who has come

Só maluco doido Cone Crew que tá no ar
Vai virar um clássico neguin!
Igual Michael Jackson, pesadão igual soco do Mike Tayson!
It's over, it's over
It's Cone Crew, mané
Just crazy crazy, it's Cone Crew that's on the air...