Paroles et traduction Lito MC Cassidy - La Manzana

La Manzana

Dejala, ombe, si ves que ya se te pone bien difícil
Sobala dos veces, sin piedad, mandale
Yo vivo a la orilla del mundo mi circo infiel
Yo soñaba con Rolex no pude comprar ni la imitación
Buscando trabajo me puse en la mira pa Mexico
A mi sueldo le pusieron nombre, droga.
A full el tacometro, dale con to, droga, droga.
Si la muerte va por mi, le digo vamonos (vamonos)
Cuatro quitanles de weed
La cruz del rosario y mi mano en la glock.
Son tiempos dificiles,
Aquí sobreviven vendiendo cocaine (vendiendo cocaine)
Aquí tú me lo mamas, corriendo en la calle me muevo veloz.
Créeme, Nino, Halo, pope, Joe, Quintana
La mini lo deja deforme tirao en la brea con bola e manzana
I′m feeling insane, inside in the brain
Here comes the pain, here comes the pain.
A mi no me duele verlo retorciendo, pa serte sincero
A hierro matan al que matan, en una caja que dan tieso
El chip en la glock con cabo velero me calienta el huevo.
Fuego, fuego
Descargo en el peine, chipete en la cara, la sangre me bebo
Di-di-di-di-diez balas de rino te comen los huesos
Si-si-si-si traspasa el chaleco dejándolo hueco
Mit-si-bi-chi-chi forrao lleno e' balas volcao en expresso
La ba-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi dispara escupiendo las balas con fuego.
Si me disparan quisiera morirme today
La DEA me buscando diciendo que vengo violando la ley
Muy di-dificil que yo me capture la libras de jeis
Pasame la R por si corre.
Muy di-dificil aquí en el case ya nadie convive
Los políticos sa-sa-saquearon el barrio, ahora se sobrevive.
Rifle tan grande, me expande motora, los peines en croma.
Si la haces la paga, aquí no repara, la cara le borran.
No me salo con cocaine, en esto le meto feróz
De abajo pa arriba, sigo camellando, viviendo la vida de Dios.
A hierro matan al que matan al que matan, en una caja quedan tieso
El chip en la glock con cabo velero me calienta el huevo.
Rifle tan grande, me expande motora, los peines en croma.
Si la haces la paga, aquí no repara, la cara le borro.
Créeme, Nino, Halo, pope, Joe, Quintana
La mini lo deja deforme tirao en la brea con bola e manzana
I′m feeling insane, inside in the brain
Here comes the pain, here comes the pain.

The Apple

Leave her, man, if you see it's getting too hard
Feel her up twice, without pity, send her away
I live on the edge of the world, my unfaithful circus
I dreamt of a Rolex, couldn't even buy a fake one
Looking for work, I set my sights on Mexico
They gave my salary a name, drugs.
Full throttle, give it all, drugs, drugs.
If death comes for me, I'll say let's go (let's go)
Four blunts of weed
The cross of the rosary and my hand on the Glock.
These are difficult times,
Here they survive by selling cocaine (selling cocaine)
Here you suck it for me, running in the street, I move fast.
Believe me, Nino, Halo, Pope, Joe, Quintana
The mini leaves him deformed, thrown on the asphalt with a ball and an apple
I'm feeling insane, inside in the brain
Here comes the pain, here comes the pain.
It doesn't hurt me to see him writhing, to be honest
They kill with iron, those who kill, in a box they give them stiff
The chip in the Glock with a sailboat handle heats my balls.
Fire, fire
I unload the magazine, pacifier in the face, I drink the blood
Ten rhino bullets eat your bones
It pierces the vest, leaving it hollow
Mitsubishi wrapped full of bullets, overturned on the expressway
The bachi-chi-chi-chi-chi shoots, spitting out the bullets with fire.
If they shoot me, I'd like to die today
The DEA is looking for me, saying I'm breaking the law
It's very difficult for them to capture me, the pounds of yay
Pass me the R in case she runs.
Very difficult here in the case, nobody gets along anymore
The politicians looted the neighborhood, now we just survive.
Rifle so big, it expands my bike, the magazines in chrome.
If you do it, you pay for it, here they don't repair, they erase your face.
I don't get saved by cocaine, I put it in ferociously
From the bottom to the top, I keep hustling, living the life of God.
They kill with iron, those who kill, those who kill, in a box they remain stiff
The chip in the Glock with a sailboat handle heats my balls.
Rifle so big, it expands my bike, the magazines in chrome.
If you do it, you pay for it, here they don't repair, I erase your face.
Believe me, Nino, Halo, Pope, Joe, Quintana
The mini leaves him deformed, thrown on the asphalt with a ball and an apple
I'm feeling insane, inside in the brain
Here comes the pain, here comes the pain.