Paroles et traduction Roylets - Salu2 Hdspm

Salu2 Hdspm

Damas y caballeros...
Por favor reciben con un aplauso
A Roylets

Desprestigiado desde chico con un futuro fatal
Mi muerte será violenta estilo Destino Final
Aprendí a vivir con eso la paso fenomenal
Son los gajes del oficio por ser rapero real
Pero aquí ando
Así caiga mil veces siempre levanto
Cerrando el culo al rapero que va de santo
Como yo quedan pocos, soy Celacanto
Una vez arriba ya nadie para mi tren
Me amenazan en mensaje y saludan cuando me ven
Traigo a mucha muñequita pidiendo que sea su Ken
Y no hablemos de la plata que esa me sobra también
Hater keep on hatin i tell'im get out mah way
Pussy nigga talkin they never know what to say
I don't gotta worry this happens on everyday
Big thick bars they nasty like Sara Jay
People stare, i don't care
Pretty shoes, got a pair
Where's the mic, over there
Got yo bitch, by the hair
Got a couple diss tracks
Cus i find it rather easy
Life is good, Six God, call me Drizzy
Pego donde quiera, los haters me ven de fuera
Pidieron que respondiera, lograron que los comiera
Partiendo su directriz, creyeron que estaba fuera
Querían que este raperito de nuevo se las metiera
Y yo le doy, yo no necesito de contratos
Me vale verga tener contactos
Yo solito le meto pa dela
Vivo mi vida como yo quiera
Bitch i always got what i fuckin deserve
I just got a meal but you'll be my dessert
Yo no me la amargo la vida es bastante corta
Me odian como a Tekashi y yo bailo como Travolta
Ahora todo el mundo se siente que es capitán
Nomas porque tiene barco y no sabe ni navegar
Ahí cuando se estén ahogando mi nombre recordarán
Y a todos esos puñetas en visto voy a dejar
You don't need to rap it fast
You just gotta rap it tight
You just gotta cook the world
Fill the peoples appettite
Why you hatin on mah prime
Boy you sour like a lime
Fo yo shit i got no time
You can't even write a rhyme
Ni en cuarentena me quedo callado
Pongo raperos a mirar a otro lado
Se me hace fácil sacar otra rola
Oye tía, Roylets si que mola eh
¿Como la ves? dejamos el arenero
Bolsillos llenos no falta dinero
Traigo el equipo puesto, ya lo saqué del locker
Yo voy para los grammys, tu vas para tik toker

¿Quién me está chingando?

Salu2 Hdspm

Ladies and gentlemen...
Please welcome with a round of applause
To Roylets

Discredited as a boy with a fatal future
My death will be violent Final Destination style
I learned to live with that I have a great time
They are the gajes of the trade for being a real rapper
But here I walk
So I fall a thousand times I always get up
Closing the ass to the rapper who is going to be a saint
As there are few of me left, I am a Coelacanth
Once up no one for my train anymore
They threaten me in message and wave when they see me
I bring a lot of little doll asking to be her Ken
And let's not talk about the money that I have left over too
Hater keep on hatin i tell'im get out mah way
Pussy nigga talkin they never know what to say
I don't gotta worry this happens on everyday
Big thick bars they nasty like Sara Jay
People stare, i don't care
Pretty shoes, got a pair
Where's the mic, over there
Got yo bitch, by the hair
Got a couple diss tracks
Cus i find it rather easy
Life is good, Six God, call me Drizzy
I hit wherever I want, the haters see me from outside
They asked me to respond, they got me to eat them
Starting his directive, they thought he was out
They wanted this little rapper to get into them again
And I give it, I don't need contracts
It's worth my dick to have contacts
I usually put him in for the
I live my life the way I want
Bitch i always got what i fuckin deserve
I just got a meal but you'll be my dessert
I don't get bitter life is pretty short
They hate me like Tekashi and I dance like Travolta
Now everyone feels that he is captain
Nomas because he has a boat and he doesn't even know how to sail
Ahí cuando se estén ahogando mi nombre recordarán
Y a todos esos puñetas en visto voy a dejar
You don't need to rap it fast
You just gotta rap it tight
You just gotta cook the world
Fill the peoples appettite
Why you hatin on mah prime
Boy you sour like a lime
Fo yo shit i got no time
You can't even write a rhyme
Even in quarantine I don't stay quiet
I put rappers to look away
It's easy for me to take out another role
Hey auntie, Roylets sure is cool eh
How do you see her? we left the sandbox
There is no shortage of money in full pockets
I have the equipment on, I already took it out of the locker
I'm going to the Grammys, you're going to tik toker

Who's fucking with me?