Paroles et traduction Dalsin - Talibã Part. Cartel MCs (Prod. Boca dos Beats)

Talibã Part. Cartel MCs (Prod. Boca dos Beats)

É o crime de la créme eu fechado com o bonde do bong
Tentando escrever essa song os bacana apertando só dedo de kong
Quem pila pila aqui tranquila meu bonde é tribo tihuana
No rec deley na lla ganja me traga cubana ei chefe
Nem olhava as streets e fila de biate no hall
No nipe boca dos beats pera que eu to passando mal
Hei mal ta suave na habili saindo com essas gatas adoradoras de Cali
Quero um jeep pra eu por no Rally e partir com a minha gata pro vale
Um drink caralho porra não sei de onde ta surgindo essa trip
E a gata lembrava a pity antes dos 8 sex on the beach
Meu cap da blaze é o case e o base rodou com os caras da equipe
T-rex 2.0 flex eu fugi com ela no seu honda fit
Pretão ela metia o foot e no smart ela caçava uns raps
O canto da boca era sex quando ela cantava minhas tracks
After efects no men tudo bem faz o retorno e volta
Empolgada pulava e gritava novinho partiu RJ!
BER
4 caixas na mochila
Bico verde os boys faz fila
Deixa a firma prosperar
Meti o gol por que não dava pra esperar
Escoltado no Waze
Palmeado nas waves
Você pode até não acreditar
Mas eu duvido esses cu me atravessar
Cartel Dalsin
No apetite do dim
Chapado de green nos traps pique Berlin
Rap trap game
Mais chapado que Lil wayne
Rage killing in the name
Paquistan e os haxi creme
As gatas gemem
Modelos querendo meu semen

Talibã Part. Cartel MCs (Prod. Boca dos Beats)

The crime de la crème I closed with the crew of the bong
Trying to write this song, the cool ones pressing only Kong's finger
Those who stack, stack here quietly, my gang is the Tihuana tribe
In Rec deley in lla ganja bring me Cuban, hey boss
I didn't even look at the streets and the line of biate in the hall
In the snare, Boca dos beats pear that I'm feeling sick
Hey, the evil is soft in the habili, going out with these bitches who adore Cali
I want a jeep to put in the Rally and leave with my girl for the valley
A fucking drink, damn, I don't know where this trip is coming from
And the girl reminded me of Pity before 8, sex on the beach
My cap of the blaze is the case and the base rolled with the guys from the team
T-rex 2.0 flex I escaped with her in her Honda Fit
Pretão, she put her foot in it, and in the smart, she hunted for some raps
The corner of her mouth was sex when she sang my tracks
After effects no men, it's alright, return and come back
Excited, she jumped and shouted, young man, let's go to RJ!
BER
4 boxes in the backpack
Green beak the boys make line
Let the firm prosper
I scored the goal because I couldn't wait
Escorted on Waze
Applauded in the waves
You may not believe it
But I doubt these cu cross me
Cartel Dalsin
In the appetite of dim
High on green in the traps like Berlin
Rap trap game
Higher than Lil Wayne
Rage killing in the name
Pakistan and the haxi cream
The girls moan
Models wanting my semen