Текст и перевод песни Aleman feat. C. Tangana & Fntxy - Slim Thugs

Slim Thugs

Nu-nu-nunca broke otra vez
Ahora me hablan de "usted"
Dom Pérignon, Moët
Pu-pu-putas en el chalet (Uh)
Cenas en el jacuzzi (Uh)
Sabe a fresa ese pussy (Uh)
Vivo en chándal Stussy (Uh)
Ya-ya-ya no me enfado (Tú sí)
Me siento [?]
Puchito, joven rey
Pa' los que saben
Mi picha, amor de ley (Uh)
Voy detrás del millón (Eso es)
Estuve abajo y ya no (Uh)
Guardo amor por mis hom's (Eso es)
AGZ y sold out
El sudor me trajo aquí
Que le jodan al bling' (Al bling)
Lo llevo pa' quemarlo
Es la vida que elegí (Wuh)
El sudor me trajo aquí
Que le jodan al bling' (Al bling)
Lo llevo pa' quemarlo
Es la vida que elegí
Hey, you, somos la cara del bloque
Superstar, my nigga, no rockers
Si tu baby me tira, no come
Porque tengo muchos toques
Nigga (Back), hacia atrás
Auto tunea'o, mucho swag
Para mí esa vida es normal
Camerino y putas de más
Tengo my honey, tengo los fones
Tengo la droga en to's los cajones
Tengo mi gang, cabrón, que te jode
Trae a tu mai', ve cómo se pone
Gasto mi money, rompo corazones
La que me gusta, la llevo a la party
Quiero millones, no hay, give me money
Brillo en los dientes y los cadenones
Un Cadi' del 2000 con las ruedas brillando
Donde sea como [?] todo bien exagerado
Siempre bien clean con el carro combinado
(Back, back, Back)
Hacia atrás, autos tunea'os, mucho swag (Mucho swag)
Mira quien viene, A-L-M-N
Tu clicka teme
Sólo veme, what about I [?]
Arriba del BM
Homie, créeme, tu bitch quiere semen
[?] igual que el M
Con el Mercedes parkea'o en el Seven
Por la cheve, [?]
Igual que la Baja sur, la hago negra [?]
Brinque, brinque, no es parkour
Ya no hay bote ni Yakult
Aquí en el sucio sur
Con los míos hasta el ataúd
Toda mi clicka prendida desde Houston hasta L.A
Pero ando en Mazatlán y estas bitches quieren J
Sobres pues, córrele, vete por el bulevar
Ponte un corrido, homie, o si no, algo de trap

Slim Thugs

Nu-nu-never broke... again
Now they tell me about "you"
Dom Pérignon, Moët
Pu-pu-whores in the chalet (Uh)
Dinners in the Jacuzzi (Uh)
That pussy tastes like strawberry (Uh)
I live in tracksuit Stussy (Uh)
Ya-ya-I don't get mad anymore (You do)
I feel [?]
Puchito, young king
For those who know
My pussy, love of law (Uh)
I'm after the million (That's it)
I was down and not anymore (Uh)
I keep love for my hom's (That's it)
AGZ and sold out
The sweat brought me here
Fuck the bling' (The bling)
I take it to burn it
It's the life I chose (Wuh)
The sweat brought me here
Fuck the bling' (The bling)
I take it to burn it
It's the life I chose
Hey, you, we're the face of the block
Superstar, my nigga, no rockers
If your baby pulls me, he won't eat
Because I have a lot of touches
Nigga (Back), backwards
Auto tune'o, a lot of swag
For me that life is normal
Dressing room and extra whores
I have my honey, I have the fones
I got the dope in to's the drawers
I got my gang, motherfucker, that fucks you up
Bring your mai', see how she gets
I spend my money, I break hearts
The one I like, I take it to the party
I want millions, there are none, give me money
Shine on teeth and chains
A 2000 Cadi' with the wheels shining
Anywhere like [?] all well exaggerated
Always clean well... with the combined cart
(Back, back, Back)
Backwards, tunea'os cars, a lot of swag (A lot of swag)
Look who's coming, A-L-M-N
Your clicka is afraid
Just see me, what about I [?]
Above the WB
Homie, believe me, your bitch wants cum
[?] same as the M
With the Mercedes parkea'o in the Seven
By the cheve, [?]
Just like the South Low, I make it black [?]
Jump, jump, it's not parkour
There is no boat or Yakult anymore
Here in the dirty south
With mine to the coffin
All my clicka turned on from Houston to L.A
But I'm in Mazatlan and these bitches want to J
Envelopes then, run to him, go down the boulevard
Put on a cumshot, homie, or else, some trap