Paroles et traduction Emanuel - La Nave (feat. Estilo Gede)

La Nave (feat. Estilo Gede)

Estamo′ en La Nave volando junto'
Le digo que me gusta su conjunto
Mirarla a los ojos, ese es mi asunto
Sin ella a mi lado ya estoy difunto

Ando fumando la que me olvido
Vivo grabando feel like Rodigo
Yo no lo presumo, viene conmigo
Viviendo la peli cual Tarantino

Ella lo que tiene es su gusto fino
Quiere que le de Gucci y Valentino
Sabe que yo nunca se lo privo
Yo quiero mi fucking disco platino

Ya tendre Ducati...
No va venir gratis...
Missing that mami...
Aunque sean los Grammy...

Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Es la mas cara yo le doy badass
Puede que caiga en sus coordenadas
Me lo hace bien con las mano′ atadas
Quiere mi polvo y no era el de hadas

Me gusta que te hagas la tarada
Hasta que me caliente y no hagas nada
Ya la conoce, elijo uno de cada
Ese booty rojo de tanta nalgada

Termina y fuma a las bocanadas
En mi boca drip, en su boca nada
Te prometí Louis Vuitton y Prada
Mientras esos bobos en La Salada

Abajo 'esa t-shirt no lleva nada
Lo hace en zapatillas por si resbala
Vos sos mi Oriana, yo tu Dybala
En cuatro en el cuarto rompe la sala

Suena Delaossa en la caravana
Le gusta la rosa pica' en la cama
To′ el día en su culo fumando ambar
Si te las como yo elijo ambas

Vengo con el Ema chupando Brahma
Un beso a los hater, a los doble cara
Mi etapa de mirarla ta′ terminada
Ahora la vivimos para contarla

Estamo' en La Nave volando junto′
Le digo que me gusta su conjunto
Mirarla a los ojos, ese es mi asunto
Sin ella a mi lado ya estoy difunto

Ando fumando la que me olvido
Vivo grabando feel like Rodigo
Yo no lo presumo viene conmigo
Viviendo la peli cual Tarantino

We're on a spaceship (feat. Estilo Gede)

We're flying together on a spaceship
I tell her I like her outfit
Looking into her eyes, that's my thing
Without her by my side, I'm already dead

I'm smoking the stuff that makes me forget
I'm always recording, feel like Rodigo
I don't brag about it, it comes with me
Living the movie like Tarantino

She has fine taste
She wants me to give her Gucci and Valentino
She knows I never deprive her
I want my fucking platinum record

Even if I get a Ducati...
It won't come for free...
Missing that mami...
Even if it's the Grammys...

Yeah, yeah, yeah...
She's the most expensive, I give her the best
I might fall for her coordinates
She does it well with her hands tied
She wants my dust, and it wasn't fairy dust

I like it when you play dumb
Until I get hot and you don't do anything
She knows it, I choose one of each
That red booty from all the spanking

She finishes and smokes like a chimney
In my mouth drip, in her mouth nothing
I promised you Louis Vuitton and Prada
While those suckers are in La Salada

Down there, that t-shirt is not wearing anything
She does it in sneakers in case she slips
You are my Oriana, I am your Dybala
On all fours in the room, breaking the living room

Delaossa sounds in the caravan
She likes the scratched rose on the bed
All day on her ass smoking fatso
If you eat them, I'll choose both

I come with Ema sucking on Brahma
A kiss to the haters, to the double-faced
My stage of looking at you is over
Now we're living to tell about it

We're flying together on a spaceship
I tell her I like her outfit
Looking into her eyes, that's my thing
Without her by my side, I'm already dead

I'm smoking the stuff that makes me forget
I'm always recording, feel like Rodigo
I don't brag about it, it comes with me
Living the movie like Tarantino