Текст и перевод песни Aiman JR - Dios Sabe

Dios Sabe

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Alguno' quieran o no
480, el punto de venta
Del norte yo soy la voz
Y lo que digan, eso no renta
Ferrari, asiento' dos
El autobú' con má' de 50
Me quedo con el segundo
Pa' ayudar, eso es lo que cuenta

Que si tú no has toca'o, que si tú no ha' josea'o
Sólo lo' de verdad saben
Ni fiscale' ha' pisa'o, ni te habrán multa'o
Eso sólo Dios lo sabe
De la calle has habla'o, pero nunca has roba'o
Si todavía va' a clase
La cara se ha tapa'o, mira cómo ha triunfa'o
¿Por qué no vamo' a tirarle?

Y no me gusta, me habla' por rede' porque me gusta de frente
Dice que puede pero no puede porque si quiero le caen veinte
Tampoco soy de gastar lo' biene' porque de peque sí duele
Ahora buscamo' guardar lo' cienes, somos lo' fieles de siempre
48-0 en el drill, escucho el ring, no estoy apaga'o
En la vida negar el sí, a todo aquel que estuvo a mi la'o
El móvil to' el día haciendo flip, en su mente está todo bien monta'o
En temas solo nombra mi chin, ¿qué le voy a hacer? Se ve que ha gusta'o

En el bloque escapando de tombo', enmascara'o, todo' quieren ser ninja
Te descuidas y te partimo' el lomo, cabeza dudando si pincha' o no pincha'
Del norte yo cogí el trono, lo comparto sólo 480
La merca de diferente tono, papi, aquí tenemo' la' ventas
Ven que subo y nadie no' traga
Pagan por verno' la' cara'
Y es que sacan siempre la' barra'
Clavan, puñale' que llaman
A mi ser puesta pa' la clava, baba
Te compro tu pana
Y es que dime quién se compara
Norte 4, el resto lo maman

Que si tú no has toca'o, que si tú no ha' josea'o
Sólo lo' de verdad saben
Ni fiscale' ha' pisa'o, ni te habrán multa'o
Eso sólo Dios lo sabe
De la calle has habla'o, pero nunca has roba'o
Si todavía va' a clase
La cara se ha tapa'o, mira cómo ha triunfa'o
¿Por qué no vamo' a tirarle?

La howma está llena de flush, tash
Ya no puedo más
Corriendo siempre, policía detrás, wesh
El barrio, la clase
Zig-zag, bubu splash, click-clack
Suena la bass
No os veo por la calle, e' normal
Luego con rambo en el Instagram

Rey de la pas comme Ziyech, en la mente frappé oublié
Calla'o sin más que niyech
Cuerpo grosor lo' bille'
Tranquilo en el bando, business
Del norte el mando clear
Menor del mayor se ríe
A la hora 'el shh, ki shiyer
Eso de qué me sirve si no vale de na'
Amigo' conta'os, solo tengo tre'
Tú tiene' dinero y no hay má'
Prefiero no ser de calle y pegarme el de diez
Mi colega copiloto y la merca detrás
El niño sale a la calle otra vez
Y no está para que tú le mientas
Así que, papi, se te fue el tren

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God Knows

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Some want it or not
480, the point of sale
From the north, I am the voice
And what they say, it doesn't pay
Ferrari, two seats
The bus with more than 50
I'll stick with the second one
To help, that's what counts

That if you haven't touched, that if you haven't hustled
Only the real ones know
No feds have stepped, nor have you been fined
Only God knows that
You've talked about the streets, but you've never robbed
If you still go to class
The face has been covered, look how he has succeeded
Why don't we go for him?

And I don't like it, she talks to me online because she likes me face to face
She says she can but she can't because if I want her, twenty will fall on her
I'm also not one to spend the good because it hurts when you're little
Now we're looking to keep the hundreds, we are the faithful ones of always
48-0 in the drill, I hear the ring, I'm not turned off
In life, never deny the yes, to everyone who was by my side
The mobile phone flipping all day, in his mind everything is well assembled
In topics, he only mentions my chin, what am I going to do? It shows he liked it

In the block escaping from cops, masked, everyone wants to be a ninja
You get careless and we break your back, head doubting whether it fits or not
From the north, I took the throne, I only share it with 480
The merchandise of a different tone, daddy, here we have the sales
Come, I go up and no one swallows us
They pay to see our faces
And it's that they always take out the bars
They nail, stab wounds they call
To my being put up for the club, babe
I'll buy your buddy
And tell me who compares
North 4, the rest suck it

That if you haven't touched, that if you haven't hustled
Only the real ones know
No feds have stepped, nor have you been fined
Only God knows that
You've talked about the streets, but you've never robbed
If you still go to class
The face has been covered, look how he has succeeded
Why don't we go for him?

The crib is full of flush, tash
I can't take it anymore
Always running, police behind, wesh
The hood, the class
Zig-zag, bubu splash, click-clack
The bass sounds
I don't see you on the street, it's normal
Then with rambo on Instagram

King of the pass like Ziyech, in the mind frappé oublié
Silent without more than niyech
Body thickness the bills
Quiet in the bando, business
From the north the clear command
The youngest laughs at the oldest
At the time 'el shh, ki shiyer
What good is that to me if it's worthless?
Counted friends, I only have three
You have money and there's nothing more
I prefer not to be from the streets and hit the ten
My colleague co-pilot and the merchandise behind
The kid goes out on the street again
And he's not here for you to lie to him
So, daddy, you missed the train

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