Paroles et traduction SD Kong feat. Ill Pekeño - Oro Nipón

Oro Nipón

MG
Once again
Yeah

Hay humo denso en el estudio
Dave está contento, ha recolectado muestras de dos interludios (fyah)
Entre Atocha y Embaja' hay cinco mins a pata
Lo de siempre, hermano, micras en papel de plata
Escupo técnicas recién salidas del suburbio (word up)
Odio a la policía y ficho a Messi en el Comunio
No estuvo mal, el darle tanto hype al clip
Pero el marketing es de cincuenta hacer 3000
Vengo de atrás, desayunar con Art Attack
De faltas desde fuera del área o ver porno en Localia
Vives en Las Rozas, no en Somalia
Tener esas Jordan no es un drama, tienes casa y cama (fuck that)
Escribo barras en el curro
Mientras al que atiendo, me dice que la siga partiendo
(Un amor hermano)
No quiero fregar más suelos ni vender mintiendo
Holocausto en mi cabeza, a veces ni yo me entiendo (kill, kill)

Ya sabes qué hora es ah
(Alla Prima)

Fake idols, all dead (all dead)
Eat pussy, What else? Get bread
Eso hago, B, qué esperabas?
I get spicy más que salsa en mis papas bravas
No eres mobster, ni five percenter (c'mon son)
Pulo el Oyster, pillo lobster en el market center
Buena propina para el bartender (money)
Mis bars tender, I'm a rare gender
Los frutos de este árbol son juicy, I'm not a killa' but don't push me
Esa mierda es demasiado goofy (goofy ass)
Tenéis menos memoria que vodka con rufis
You can't roof this, we shooting desde el pulpit
It's cool kid, corre a casa y llena la nevera (run kid)
Sal del mundo virtual, la realidad está fuera
Let's go, le digo al Peke, sin problema
Con jinete en la remera we the best en la escena

Yeah
Tell 'em

(Yeah)
Dando patadas a un balón, marcándole goles a un vado
Como en camisetas de Argentina ya lo tuve claro (RIP Pelusa)
Ni un pipa, ni un facha, ni un caco (palabra)
No había chivatos en mi banda del patio
Ahí fuera llueve y los estragos dejan humedad (shit)
Yo también fui niño y me mostraron solo su verdad
Una vez creces lo moldeas como tu cameles
Y si te la juegas pierdes, hermanito, tú veras

Yao!
Let's go

0% Poly
Solo me hace gracia Axel Foley si hablas de police
Humo de Chronic, no es alga nori
Pero envuelve tu body como un cadáver en el lobby
(Mothafuckaz' all dead)
Entro de nollie, pero no soy skater
Fuman cigarros en la cama y en eventos son vapers (it's cute)
It gets greater, quemo papers hasta en elevators
Con más anillos que los Lakers, u' fuckin' haters

Kong!
(Prrr)
Ayyy
Con los mariachis y todo hijo de puta
MG, Nat spit
Bang!

Oro Nipón

MG
Once again
Yeah

There's thick smoke in the studio
Dave is happy, he has collected samples of two interludes (fyah)
There are five minutes on foot between Atocha and Embaja'
The usual, brother, microns on silver paper
I spit techniques fresh from the suburb (word up)
I hate the police and I sign Messi in Communio
It wasn't bad, giving so much hype to the clip
But marketing is making 3000 out of fifty
I come from behind, having breakfast with Art Attack
Of fouls from outside the area or watching porn on Localia
You live in Las Rozas, not Somalia
Having those Jordans is not a drama, you have a house and a bed (fuck that)
I write bars at work
While the one I'm taking care of, tells me to keep breaking it
(A love, brother)
I don't want to mop floors or sell by lying anymore
Holocaust in my head, sometimes I don't even understand myself (kill, kill)

You know what time it is ah
(Alla Prima)

Fake idols, all dead (all dead)
Eat pussy, What else? Get bread
That's what I do, B, what did you expect?
I get spicy more than sauce in my potatoes bravas
You're not a mobster, not even a five percenter (c'mon son)
I pop the Oyster, I catch lobster in the market center
A good tip for the bartender (money)
My bars are tender, I'm a rare gender
The fruits of this tree are juicy, I'm not a killa' but don't push me
That shit is too goofy (goofy ass)
You have less memory than vodka with rufies
You can't roof this, we shooting from the pulpit
It's cool kid, run home and fill the fridge (run kid)
Get out of the virtual world, reality is outside
Let's go, I say to Peke, no problem
With a rider on the shirt, we are the best in the scene

Yeah
Tell 'em

(Yeah)
Kicking a ball, scoring goals against a stranger
Like in Argentina's jerseys, I had it clear (RIP Pelusa)
Not a grass, not a facha, not a thief (word)
There were no snitches in my gang in the yard
It's raining outside and the devastation leaves moisture (shit)
I was also a kid and they only showed me their truth
Once you grow up, you shape it like your dealer
And if you take a risk, you lose, little brother, you'll see

Yao!
Let's go

0% Poly
Axel Foley only makes me laugh if you're talking about police
Chronic smoke, not nori seaweed
But it wraps your body like a corpse in the lobby
(Mothafuckaz' all dead)
I go in nollie, but I'm not a skater
They smoke cigarettes in bed and at events they're vapers (it's cute)
It gets greater, I burn papers even in elevators
With more rings than the Lakers, u' fuckin' haters

Kong!
(Prrr)
Ayyy
With the mariachis and every son of a bitch
MG, Nat spit
Bang!