Paroles et traduction Dalsin - Tá Tarada

Tá Tarada

Dalsin, Predella e NOG, de role são três loco,
Dividindo as dose, pra chapa com desconto.
Quando nois tá grog, elas vem no pescoço!
Essa me deu mole, e é maior de dezoito.
De flexfit,
Afinando a setlist,
Convoco pro sex, me levo prum carro flex!
Deixei as technics,
Levei pro backseat!
De cap snap back, me lembrava a Kelly Kee.
Yayaya! ela mexeu com o mestre Splinter,
O Rapper Stifler,
Fiz até Scratch no Sfinkter.
Voltei pro palco pressão baixa, perna trêmula!
Cê vai me perdoar!
Gata nós nos vemos lá.
Depois do show colou com a amiga,
Elas se unem!
Não tenho ciúmes,
Só por favor não filmem.
Então me usem,
E abusem no quarto!
Me induz ao pecado,
Só não me julguem culpado.
Tá tarada,
E ela tá que tá...
Tá tarada e ela tá que tá...
E era o nog num corsa e o dalsa num astra
Era o bumbum das primas e meus manos na caça
Traga-me mas não traga meu bonde e meus parça
E essa maluca de pedra que vem cheirando a trapaça
Era uma cilada bino rolou o som do bino
Em vez de chiclete ela pediu logo um pino
Eu só tenho um fino e vim de rolê
Saquei que a gata tinha plástica atá na sola do pé
E ela tá tarada Nog? Cheiro de haxixe Nog?
Onde cê ta indo Nog? Vou lá socorrer o Nog!
Escapei da bitch antes dela dar o back
Surprise sunshinee um resto de conhack
Elas me conhece bem sabe que sou meio pá
Que sou casado de veio e tem umas contas pra pagar
Mas ela não reclama assim que nego gusta
Ela não quer me pegar sá quer beber nas minhas custas
Eu tava roots regata verde bali
Mar do Caribe no olhar vermelhidão ferrari
Bem vilão no lounge rolando atary
Alguém sujou minha berma caki com a porra de um campari
Era uma lady aí não rolou box
No bololô nós dois e um balcão de inox
Não era trol mas eu queria trocks
Era um hall e eu mal imaginando uma cena na fox
Logo fitei a nuca Fechou Dezoito Dogs
Alça da langerie e desci até o cox
Ela virou de frente eu pensei lambo-le
Bronze gold e no figer não tinha bambolê
Tocava frejat e a franja era pra fuder
Ela era frança e eu me sentindo um trezeguet
Tava treze ja hashtag toalet
Roalndo um Rap dos mais loucos no beat do WC
Batendo igual Dina Di com parte do Rdee
E os maluco pulava pique show do DOPE DOD
Voltei falsh imaginando já perdi
Ela apertava um haxi e eu balangava meu xixi
Tocava Rap e eu tomava uma heinken
Security trampava na mordeção da cocaine
São coisa de prache tudo aqui se encaixa
Camisa do damassa smonking e a pressão baixa
Tá tarada,
E ela tá que tá...
Tá tarada e ela tá que tá...
Ela tá tarada e ela tá que tá

She's Wild

Dalsin, Predella and NOG, three crazy guys on the roll,
Sharing the drinks, getting a discount for the crew.
When we're drunk, they jump on our necks!
This one gave me a chance, and she's over eighteen.
Wearing a Flexfit,
Tuning the setlist,
I invite her for sex, take her to a flex-fuel car!
Left the Technics,
Took her to the backseat!
With a snapback cap, she reminded me of Kelly Kee.
Yayaya! She messed with Master Splinter,
The Rapper Stifler,
I even scratched her Sphincter.
Back on stage, low blood pressure, shaky legs!
You'll forgive me!
Girl, we'll meet there.
After the show, she came with her friend,
They join forces!
I'm not jealous,
Just please don't film it.
So use me,
And abuse me in the room!
Lead me into sin,
Just don't judge me guilty.
She's wild,
And she's on fire...
She's wild and she's on fire...
It was Nog in a Corsa and Dalsa in an Astra
It was the cousins' butts and my homies on the hunt
Bring me but don't bring my crew and my partners
And this crazy stoned chick who comes smelling like a trap
It was a trap, Bino, the Bino sound was playing
Instead of gum, she asked for a baggie right away
I only have a thin one and I came to party
I realized the girl had plastic even on the sole of her foot
And she's horny, Nog? Smell of hashish, Nog?
Where are you going, Nog? I'm going to help Nog!
I escaped the bitch before she backed out
Surprise sunshine, a leftover cognac
They know me well, they know I'm kinda broke
That I'm married old man and have some bills to pay
But she doesn't complain as soon as I like it
She doesn't want to catch me, she just wants to drink at my expense
I was roots, green Bali tank top
Caribbean Sea in the eyes, Ferrari redness
Quite the villain in the lounge playing Atari
Someone stained my Berma caki with that damn Campari
She was a lady, so there was no boxing
In the bathroom, the two of us and a stainless steel counter
It wasn't a troll, but I wanted trucks
It was a hall and I barely imagining a scene on Fox
Soon I stared at the nape of her neck, Eighteen Dogs closed
Lingerie strap and I went down to the thigh
She turned around, I thought Lambo-le
Bronze gold and on her finger there was no hula hoop
Frejat was playing and the bangs were to fuck
She was France and I felt like a Trezeguet
It was thirteen already, hashtag toilet
Rolling one of the craziest raps on WC's beat
Hitting like Dina Di with part of Rdee
And the crazy guys were jumping like a DOPE DOD show
I came back flash imagining I already lost
She squeezed a haxi and I swung my pee
Rap was playing and I was having a Heineken
Security was trapping in the cocaine bite
These are things from the beach, everything fits here
Damassa's shirt, smoking and low blood pressure
She's wild,
And she's on fire...
She's wild and she's on fire...
She's wild and she's on fire