Текст и перевод песни BIG KWAN - NO FACE

NO FACE

De wacho entre los bloques pasillo angosto, paredes tageadas
Cuando caía la gorra, todos pal piso y la cara tapada
Venimos de abajo, poniendo el chope meta pico y pala
Con un flow turro dando la cara
Desde que no había nada

De wacho entre los bloques pasillo angosto, paredes tageadas
Cuando caía la gorra, todos pal piso y la cara tapada
Venimos de abajo, poniendo el chope meta pico y pala
Con un flow turro dando la cara
Desde que no había nada

Balas balas balas resuenan entre los bloques
La cana cana cana gritando todos los ropes
Tirala tirala tirala y la descarto al toque
Soñando con un impala, nunca tuvimos un sope

Que me quieren hablar, si no saben drillear
Caigo al cypher y los pongo a bailar
Quemo moña que parece caviar
Flow cremoso que parece coñac

Adicto al bombo, en el cuello un glaciar
Corte perrito los saco a pasear
No puedo parar de rimar
Si hablan de flow hablan de BIG KWAN

De wacho entre los bloques pasillo angosto, paredes tageadas
Cuando caía la gorra, todos pal piso y la cara tapada
Venimos de abajo, poniendo el chope meta pico y pala
Con un flow turro dando la cara
Desde que no había nada

MASKLESS

As a kid in the blocks, narrow corridors, graffiti-covered walls
When the cap would fall, everyone on the floor and faces covered
We come from the bottom, putting our hearts into it, working hard
With a hoodlum flow and front
Since there was nothing

As a kid in the blocks, narrow corridors, graffiti-covered walls
When the cap would fall, everyone on the floor and faces covered
We come from the bottom, putting our hearts into it, working hard
With a hoodlum flow and front
Since there was nothing

Bullets bullets bullets echo through the blocks
The cops cops cops shouting all the ropes
Throw it throw it throw it and I'll throw it away right away
Dreaming of an Impala, we never had a couch

Why do you want to talk to me if you don't know how to drill?
I drop into the cypher and make them dance
I burn weed that looks like caviar
Creamy flow that looks like cognac

Addicted to the bass, a glacier on my neck
Poodle cut, I take them for a walk
I can't stop rhyming
If they talk about flow, they talk about BIG KWAN

As a kid in the blocks, narrow corridors, graffiti-covered walls
When the cap would fall, everyone on the floor and faces covered
We come from the bottom, putting our hearts into it, working hard
With a hoodlum flow and front
Since there was nothing