Paroles et traduction Soul Big Barras - Filtro

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Chico rapero como el gordo crecido en Brooklyn
Los ojos llorosos de mamá cuando me vio brillar en un clip
¿Ganar o callar? pregunta inutil
Ni fama ni groupies
Vi fama en music... fuck
Empresarios vieron cash en el rap
No miro para arriba no me deja mi snap
No se de tu vida no te sigo ni escucho tus tracks.

No beef, otra actitud
Life de OG, buena letra en el loop
No se de Instagram ni Youtube
Estoy pegado sin views...
Ellos escriben pensando en la masa y su gusto
A mi Trill me dio el beat y escribi en tres minutos
Ni mas ni menos, dando lo justo...
Ceno en McDonals con chombas de futbol

Noches de partys, de mamis y Bulldogs
Mientras suena Travis y bailan en bulto
Calles frias, cigarros en drugstores
Oro en droga, quemando drugs... gold
Soñaban con ser los mejores
Yo queria ser Biggie, tener el swetter de colores
Rellenando seda pa' calmar dolores
Cada cuatro dias, tres canciones

El raper favorito de tu raper favorito
Como Mucho en 7notas con esos ojitos
Sin techo como hoteles en egipto
Dando shows en bares y comiendo pollo frito.
Que rico, comerme la escena en 10 minutos frente al micro
No confio en managers vinieron cuando era chico
Use sus tarjetas personales para armar mis filtros
Por eso me fume tu disco...

Por eso me fume tu disco...
Use sus tarjetas personales para armarme filtros...
Para armarme filtros...
Y le dimos mecha al disco...

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Dude, a rapper like the fat guy raised in Brooklyn
Mom's teary eyes when she saw me shining in a clip
Win or shut up? Pointless question
Neither fame nor groupies
I saw fame in music... fuck
Businessmen saw cash in rap
I don't look up, my snap doesn't let me
I don't know about your life, I don't follow you or listen to your tracks.

No beef, another attitude
Life of OG, good lyrics in the loop
I don't know about Instagram or Youtube
I'm stuck without views...
They write thinking about the masses and their taste
Trill gave me the beat and I wrote in three minutes
No more or less, giving just enough...
I dine at McDonald's in soccer jerseys

Party nights, babes, and Bulldogs
While Travis plays and they dance in droves
Cold streets, cigarettes at drugstores
Gold in dope, burning drugs... gold
They dreamed of being the best
I wanted to be Biggie, to have the colorful sweater
Stuffing silk to ease the pain
Every four days, three songs

Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Like Mucho on 7notas with those cute little eyes
Homeless like hotels in Egypt
Giving shows in bars and eating fried chicken.
How great, to eat up the scene in 10 minutes in front of the mic
I don't trust managers, they came when I was a kid
I used their business cards to make my filters
That's why I smoked your album...

That's why I smoked your album...
I used their business cards to make myself filters...
To make myself filters...
And we lit the album on fire...