Paroles et traduction El Bobe - Broke

Broke

Yo no hablo de la calle
En la calle hablan de mi (youuung)

No pienses en culos loco
Piensa en efectivo
Porque cuando tenga chavos
Los culos vendrán seguidos
No te fíes de la gente, vuelan como pajaritos
El que ahora es tu hermano, mañana será enemigo
Te pago pa quitárselo, luego me saco el doble
No quiero mancharme, más gente diciendo mi nombre
Vamos a por el oro, no quiero ni plata ni bronce
Si te preguntan, ten cuidado no cantes hombre
Mi mamá me dijo:
Hijo nunca andes roncando porque
Vendrá otro y te quitará lo que has ganado
He hecho más de mil pecados y nunca me he confesao
Doy gracias a mi familia por estar siempre a mi lao

Yo no hablo de la calle
En la calle hablan de mi
Yo si mato por los míos
Los míos matan por mi
Hace un año en YouTube no llegaba ni a mil
Y ahora ando matando la liga como la rubia en Kill Bill
Puta dime what you mean
Que la verdad no te entiendo
Que aunque no me quieras ver yo te seguiré queriendo
Puta dime what you need
Que la verdad no lo encuentro
Dime lo que necesitas vamos a vivir del cuento

Estamos broke, puta háblame de money no de coke
Livin' young
Bitch dame tu pussy no quiero tu phone
Estamos broke, puta háblame de money no de coke
Livin' young
Bitch dame tu pussy no quiero tu phone, no!

Yo no quiero sonar en la tierra,
Quiero que me escuchen en tos los planetas
Quiero que lo mío llegue más arriba
Que las nubes, loca, que las avionetas
Por eso tu novia me envía una foto
Donde está mi nombre escrito en sus tetas
Por eso yo canto y me saco money con el oro
Que yo tengo en mi libreta (money, money, money)
Tengo a mi hood ya puesto pa problems, tengo a tu chica tirando DM
La tuya, la suya, la de él también
Si no te gusta pues homie que te den
I'm so rich como Gucci Mane
La moto 120 los Calvin Klein
Cuando veas algo que sea posible recuerda el
Barça (vs) Paris Saint Germain (Fútbol Club Barcelona)
Tengo tu chica tirándome al phone y
Las que yo quiero nunca me responden
... foto con las tetas más grandes que dos melones
Alegando dice que le pone yo yo yo
Dice que le pone,
Le digo no soy chapeadora y me dice: I don't love you for the money
Sin que le tire billetes
Ella me mueve su booty (yo)
Me encantan los conejitos (pussy)
Por eso me llaman bunny (bunny)
Siempre salgo a 0 y vuelvo con dinero
No sé como lo hago pero mero mero
Si vienen los feos bye bye y hasta luego (fuck cops)
Y de mi cotizal no queda ni un luego

Estamos broke, puta háblame de money no de coke
Livin' young
Bitch dame tu pussy no quiero tu phone
Estamos broke, puta háblame de money no de coke
Bitch dame tu pussy no quiero tu phone, no!

Un beso pa los marion y
Un abrazo pal pablito
Diselo mi ...
Juntos desde pequeñitos
Rezo por los que han estado siempre desde el principio
Un beso pa mi gente de corazón, no os olvido
Un beso pa mi gente de corazón, no os olvido

Broke

I don't talk about the streets,
The streets talk about me (youuung)

Don't think about asses, crazy,
Think about cash,
Because when I have dough,
The asses will come after
Don't trust people, they fly like little birds
He who is your brother now, tomorrow will be an enemy
I pay you to take it off, then I get double
I don't want to get dirty, more people saying my name
Let's go for the gold, I don't want silver or bronze
If they ask you, be careful, don't sing, man
My mom told me:
"Son, never go around bragging because
Someone else will come and take what you've earned"
I've committed more than a thousand sins and I've never confessed
I thank my family for always being by my side

I don't talk about the streets
The streets talk about me
I kill for my people
My people kill for me
A year ago on YouTube I didn't even reach a thousand
And now I'm killing the league like the blonde in Kill Bill
Bitch tell me what you mean
Because the truth is I don't understand you
Even if you don't want to see me, I'll keep loving you
Bitch tell me what you need
Because the truth is I can't find it
Tell me what you need, we're gonna live off the story

We are broke, bitch talk to me about money, not coke
Livin' young
Bitch give me your pussy, I don't want your phone
We are broke, bitch talk to me about money, not coke
Livin' young
Bitch give me your pussy, I don't want your phone, no!

I don't want to be heard on Earth,
I want to be heard on all the planets
I want mine to go higher
Than the clouds, crazy, than the planes
That's why your girlfriend sends me a photo
Where my name is written on her tits
That's why I sing and I get money with the gold
That I have in my notebook (money, money, money)
I got my hood ready for problems, I got your girl sending DMs
Yours, hers, his too
If you don't like it then homie fuck you
I'm so rich like Gucci Mane
The 120 motorcycle, the Calvin Kleins
When you see something possible remember the
Barça (vs) Paris Saint Germain (Fútbol Club Barcelona)
I got your girl hitting my phone and
The ones I want never answer me
... photo with tits bigger than two melons
Claiming that I turn her on, yo yo yo
She says that it turns her on,
I tell her I'm not a gold digger and she says: I don't love you for the money
Without me throwing bills at her
She moves her booty for me (yo)
I love bunnies (pussy)
That's why they call me bunny (bunny)
I always go out with 0 and come back with money
I don't know how I do it but mero mero
If the ugly ones come, bye bye and see you later (fuck cops)
And there's not even a little bit left of my stash

We are broke, bitch talk to me about money, not coke
Livin' young
Bitch give me your pussy, I don't want your phone
We are broke, bitch talk to me about money, not coke
Bitch give me your pussy, I don't want your phone, no!

A kiss for the marion and
A hug for pablito
Tell him my ...
Together since we were little
I pray for those who have always been there from the beginning
A kiss to my people from the heart, I don't forget you
A kiss to my people from the heart, I don't forget you