Paroles et traduction Pablo Chill-E feat. La Kikada, Carlitos Junior & Lolo en el Microfono - Porte

Porte

Porte, porte, porte, porte
Porte, porte, Pablo Chill-E

Yo fui pa Rd perdí mi pasaporte
Yo vine desde Chile solo pa′ darle corte
Estamos haciendo money pa mi es un deporte
Los monos me trancaron por que tenia un porte

Porte, porte, porte, porte
Yo ando con los que bajan los kilos para el norte
Porte, porte, porte, porte
Mi glock le dicen yomo esa perra es lamuerte

Porte, porte, porte, porte
Yo ando con los que bajan los kilos para el norte
Porte, porte, porte, porte
Mi glock le dicen yomo esa perra es la muerte

La calle es mi deporte, tú no me aguantas el torque
Los flytes en la cherokee tan vola'os y sin pasaporte
Me dicen que tengo el arte y si te como tus partes
Si te paso dos aparatos nunca piense en liquidarte

Ahora están cogiendo trote hueliendole lo pote
La Kikada Pablo Chill-E y los Londen con los chezote
Ote, ote, ote, están cogiendo trote, ote, ote
Están cogiendo trote, je, je

Si esto es un deporte yo soy Maradona tomamos presidente dejamos
La corona me vine pa′ Rd por que me gustan las culonas
Andamos en capotillo, encima de la motora
Rata tatata la nueva era

Representando Chile viajando pa' allí afuera
Me vine de Chile con la cartera llena
Nunca deje la calle la llevo en las venas
Nunca deje la calle la llevo en las venas

Yo fui pa' Rd perdí mi pasaporte
Yo vine desde Chile solo pa′ darle corte
Estamos haciendo money pa mi es un deporte
Los monos me trancaron por que tenia un porte

Porte, porte, porte, porte
Yo ando con los que bajan los kilos para el norte
Porte, porte, porte, porte
Mi glock le dicen yomo esa perra es la muerte

Porte, porte, porte, porte
Yo ando con los que bajan los kilos para el norte
Porte, porte, porte, porte
Mi glock le dicen yomo esa perra es la muerte

Tengo mi porte en Rd una tola
Quiere una Thalia como motola
Que frenen los monos no les paro bola
Limpie mi piquete por una pistola

Sueno en la consola por el artistaje
No cojo corte con mi tigueraje
Pa′ robarme un cuero yo nunca hago huaje
Cuando me empastillo me pongo salvaje

Porte, porte, porte, porte
Porte, porte, porte, porte
Estamos liquida'os con el pasaporte
Porte, porte, porte, porte, porte, porte
Porte, porte, porte, porte, porte, porte
′Ta al tiro pa' mí, eso es un deporte

Pablo (Chill-E)
La Kikada de los Río
Carlitos
Lolo
Caos, formando el caos
Porte, porte, porte, porte
Porte, porte, porte, porte(Si tuviera pa′ los ríos le' vamo′ a dar)

Drip

Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, Pablo Chill-E

I went to DR and lost my passport
I came from Chile just to give it a cut
We're making money, to me it's a sport
The cops locked me up because I had a package

Drip, drip, drip, drip
I roll with the ones that bring the kilos up north
Drip, drip, drip, drip
My Glock is called Yomo, that bitch is death

Drip, drip, drip, drip
I roll with the ones that bring the kilos up north
Drip, drip, drip, drip
My Glock is called Yomo, that bitch is death

The street is my sport, you can't handle my torque
The fly guys in the Cherokee are high and without passports
They say I have the art, and girl I'll eat your parts
If I give you two devices, never think of killing yourself

Now they're picking up the pace, smelling the weed
La Kikada Pablo Chill-E and the Londoners with the big dicks
Pace, pace, pace, they're picking up the pace, pace, pace
They're picking up the pace, heh, heh

If this is a sport I'm Maradona, we take the president we leave the
Crown, I came to DR cuz I like the thick ones
We're in Capotillo, on top of the motorcycle
Ratatatata, the new era

Representing Chile traveling out there
I came from Chile with a full wallet
Never left the streets, I carry them in my veins
Never left the streets, I carry them in my veins

I went to DR and lost my passport
I came from Chile just to give it a cut
We're making money, to me it's a sport
The cops locked me up because I had a package

Drip, drip, drip, drip
I roll with the ones that bring the kilos up north
Drip, drip, drip, drip
My Glock is called Yomo, that bitch is death

Drip, drip, drip, drip
I roll with the ones that bring the kilos up north
Drip, drip, drip, drip
My Glock is called Yomo, that bitch is death

I got my pack in DR a baddie
She want a Thalia like Motola
Let the cops stop, I don't pay them no mind
Cleaned my block with a pistol

I sound good on the console because of my artistry
I don't get cut with my thuggery
To rob a hide I never run away
When I get high I go wild

Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
We're wasted with the passport
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
It's ready for me, that's a sport

Pablo (Chill-E)
La Kikada from the Rios
Carlitos
Lolo
Chaos, forming the chaos
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip (If I had it for the Rios, we're gonna give it)