Paroles et traduction Jamby el Favo - Cosas de Negros

Cosas de Negros

No paro, mas ahora estoy claro, me usaron
Gastaron, cobraron, raniaron, doblaron

Me acuerdo jodíos
We come from the bottom
Vengo de la calle
A muchos los mataron

Se los dije y no me escucharon
Gracias a los que apoyaron
Bastantes que me criticaron
Y al final tu los vistes mamaron

Seguimos cobrando, gastando, invirtiendo
Y los dígitos todos los días subiendo
Me acuerdo del chamaquito en el Nintendo
Y ahora vivimos estupendo

La calle ya esto lo estaba pidiendo
Te queda pequeño, no te estés midiendo
Esto e' Fu Fake Music no te estoy mintiendo
Respeto a los que se mantienen cumpliendo

Dime fak que es lo que
Nosotros corremos en el bloque
En Santo Domingo a lo foke
En P.R. y en Miami yo tengo un foot locker

Mañana de yate, los gramos, los bates
Locos de remate, ahora soy un magnate
Leal 24 kilates
Hicieron que me desacate

En Miami un Roll Royce negro mate
Ojo' rojos como tomate
Cabron tu eres un alicate
Tas' buscando que te maten

Un phillie después del colgate
En el patio me dicen manin te burlate'
Parece que la lotería te sacaste
Antes decían que yo era un desastre

Tengo tres diablas brincando en un matre
Y tu mujer llamando ahí entre los compas
Con vuelta pa' que le entre
Seguimos coronando los presidentes

Cosas de negros bro
En Miami como Rick Ross
Me ven y quedan en shock
Estoy saliendo del barber shop

Ahora estamos en el top
Y eso que no canto pop
Parezco una estrella de rock
Me siento bien fucked up

Cosas de negros bro
En Miami como Rick Ross
Me ven y quedan en shock
Estoy saliendo del barber shop

Ahora estamo' en el top
Y eso que no canto pop
Parezco una estrella 'e rock
Me siento bien fucked up

Ando en una nota
Con la flota, cero chota
El pez muere por la boca
Por ahí yo siempre ando mosca

Lo mio envidia provoca
A tu puta la traigo loca
Chupandolo se sofoca
No come porque anda en coca

Me la explota
Quiere darme la toda
Te gusta se te nota
Ella vino y trajo mota

Rolea, mete gotas
Tu si mueve las nalgotas
Con ladies juego en pelota
Muevelo que se empegota

Bombón, Burbuja, Bellota
Bravo con tu puta de capota
Mike con las colombianas mamasotas
¿Balla' cuántas balas? dime motherfuka

Bombón, Burbuja, Bellota
Bravo con tu puta de capota
Mike con las colombiana' mamasota'
¿Balla', cuántas balas? dime motherfuka

Cosas de negros bro
Cosas de negros bro
Cosas de negros bro
Somos los negros bro
Somos los negros bro
Somos los negros bro

Black People Things

I don't stop, but now I'm clear, they used me
They spent, they charged, they scratched, they folded

I remember you bastards
We come from the bottom
I come from the streets
Many were killed

I told them and they didn't listen
Thanks to those who supported
Many who criticized me
And in the end you saw them sucking up

We keep charging, spending, investing
And the digits keep going up every day
I remember the kid on the Nintendo
And now we live great

The street was already asking for this
It's too small for you, don't measure yourself
This is Fu Fake Music I'm not lying to you
Respect to those who keep fulfilling

Tell me fak what is it
We run in the block
In Santo Domingo like foke
In P.R. and Miami I have a Foot Locker

Yacht morning, the grams, the bats
Crazy auction, now I'm a tycoon
Loyal 24 carats
They made me disrespect

In Miami a matte black Rolls Royce
Red eyes like tomato
Damn you're a pliers
You're looking to get killed

A phillie after Colgate
In the yard they tell me manin make fun of you'
Looks like you won the lottery
They used to say I was a mess

I have three she-devils jumping on a matre
And your woman calling there among the compas
With a turn for her to enter
We continue crowning the presidents

Black people things bro
In Miami like Rick Ross
They see me and they're in shock
I'm leaving the barber shop

Now we're at the top
And that's without singing pop
I look like a rock star
I feel fucked up

Black people things bro
In Miami like Rick Ross
They see me and they're in shock
I'm leaving the barber shop

Now we're at the top
And that's without singing pop
I look like a rock star
I feel fucked up

I'm on a note
With the fleet, zero cops
The fish dies by the mouth
I'm always a fly on the wall

Mine causes envy
I've got your bitch crazy
Sucking it she suffocates
She doesn't eat because she's on coke

She explodes it for me
She wants to give me all of her
You like it, it shows
She came and brought weed

She rolls, she puts drops
You do move your buttocks
With ladies I play ball
Move it so it gets sticky

Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup
Bravo with your bitch as a hood
Mike with the Colombian hot mamas
Balla', how many bullets? tell me motherfuka

Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup
Bravo with your bitch as a hood
Mike with the Colombian hot mamas
Balla', how many bullets? tell me motherfuka

Black people things bro
Black people things bro
Black people things bro
We are the black people bro
We are the black people bro
We are the black people bro