Paroles et traduction Tony Loya - 42 Bars

42 Bars

This DMG, my boy
Yes, it is
Me gusta un chingo el dinero
De los quebrados me alejo
Solo los que estos saco provecho
No me verán la cara de pendejo
Ahorita los lujos que nos damos no son tantos
Poco a poco van multiplicando
Retro 11 los que cargo
Para el suelo andar pisando
Los amigos que yo tengo
Como hermanos yo los considero
Aunque de ellos no dependo, siempre me echan la mano
Cuando yo quiero, por ellos no importa el dinero
Caja entera, crema rusa
Puro leño voy forjando
No me traigas ese blunt que parece palo
Por lo menos, métele más gramos
Jarabe yo no tomo mucho
Pero, la verdad me encanta
Mis ojos, piernas y manos, las siento pesadas
Una Fanta piña, luego bebo anaranjada
Yep
That′s 20 bars right there
22 to go
Let's get it
Coronavirus no tengo
Es la mota en el leño la razón que estoy tosiendo
Mi música está comiendo
Los que saben saben a qué me refiero
DMG los que yo estoy representando
Yo les digo, porque no están mirando
Si yo quería que me roben el dinero
Con gusto hubiera firmado
Con un vato de un gran empresario
Pero no soy como estos grupitos
Que se mojan por un contrato
Aquí yo pienso quedarme
No hay nadie que nos pare
Apenas vamos comenzando
Ya se me están asustando grupos que ya tienen rato
Los reales empiezan de abajo
Si permiten, háganse pa′ un lado
Que ahora sí nos toca callarles todos la boca
No hay manera de otra, aquí todo comen entre la bola

42 Bars

This DMG, my honey
Yes, it is
I like money a whole lot
I distance myself from the broke ones
I only get benefits from these ones
You won't see me with an idiot's expression
Right now the luxuries we give ourselves are not that many
Little by little they're multiplying
Retro 11's are what I wear
To walk crushing the ground
The friends that I have
I consider them like family
Even though I don't depend on them, they always lend me a helping hand
When I want it, money doesn't matter for them
Entire box, Russian cream
Pure wood I'm forging
Don't bring me that blunt that looks like a stick
At least, put more grams in it
I don't drink a lot of syrup
But, I do love it
My eyes, legs and hands, I feel them heavy
A pineapple Fanta, then I drink an orange Fanta
Yep
Those are 20 bars right there
22 to go
Let's get it
I don't have Coronavirus
It's the weed in the wood the reason why I'm coughing
My music is eating
Those who know, know what I mean
DMG those who I'm representing
I tell you, because you aren't watching
If I wanted them to steal my money
I would have signed with pleasure
With a big businessman
But I'm not like these little groups
Who moisten themselves for a contract
Here I plan to stay
There's no one who can stop us
We're just getting started
Groups who have been around for a while are already getting scared of us
Real ones start from the bottom
If you allow it, get out of the way
Because now it's our turn to shut everyone's mouth
There's no other way, here everyone eats together like a family