Текст и перевод песни Barderos - Bardo

Bardo

Si esa perra quiere drama no se la des,
Mucha droga por mi cama holy true shit
Alcohol por la madrugada tenemos sed,
Por la calle prendo rama smoke smoke break
Ma no me vengas con mie no quiero perder,
Hoy navego entre sus piernas y también ayer
Vamos entrando a la fiesta y lo empieza a mover,
Y a su negro le molesta por que ahora anda con 3
Que se joda to' su grupo volvemos fresh,
Tamos pensando en dinero vos que queres
Ella pide a los barderos cada 2 y
Es cuando nosotro hacemo lo que no podes
Perra vida de hijo e puta drogas y
Placer, quiero ese culo grande, no quiero poder
Su puta mierda cobarde no me sabe
Bien, acá seguimo rezando pa poder comer
Si esa perra quiere drama no se la des,
Mucha droga por mi cama holy true shit
Alcohol por la madrugada tenemos sed,
Por la calle prendo rama smoke smoke break
(HOMER)
Tu cintura en movimiento no me dice nada,
Yo se que tenes talento cuando estas drogada
Que perdes los sentimientos en la madrugada
Y que seguís su tratamiento para estar calmada
Yo estoy mas que relajao' la droga esta
Guardada, sigo algo intoxicado peleando con la almohada
Ellos miran de costao' como sube mi plaga,
Ya me encontré demasiao' y no buscaba nada
Esa p tiene droga pero quiere mas,
Dice que ahora no la toma que prefiere cash
Va moviendola en la zona con gente detrás,
Aunque siempre duerme sola no encuentra la paz
Si quiere tener ese queso se lo voy a dar,
Quiero ver como se mueve y se pone a bailar
Si me encierran se que no me va a ir a
Visitar, si me matan va a ser la primera en festejar
My bicht se lo prende nunca tiene drama,
Me levanta con un beso y me tiende la cama
Me cocina lo que quiero es como mi mucama,
Quiere andar con los barderos en la caravana
Mijo ya no tenga miedo y tire en nuestra cara,
Yo lo vendo y te lo cuento to' en la p cara
Te regalamos el vuelto están las cuentas claras,
En el barrio no se compran beef, se compran balas
Si esa perra quiere drama no se la des,
Mucha droga por mi cama holy true shit
Alcohol por la madrugada tenemos sed,
Por la calle prendo rama smoke smoke break
My nigga!!

Bardo

If that bitch wants drama don't give it to her,
A lot of drugs for my bed holy true shit
Alcohol in the early morning we are thirsty,
Down the street prendo rama smoke smoke break
Ma don't give me shit I don't want to lose,
Today I sail between his legs and also yesterday
We're coming into the party and he starts to move it,
And her nigga gets upset because she's running around with 3 now
Fuck him to...'his group we're coming back fresh,
We're thinking about money you want
She asks the sweepers every 2 and
It's when we do what you can't
Bitch life of a son of a bitch drugs and
Pleasure, I want that big ass, I don't want to be able to
Your fucking cowardly shit doesn't know me
Well, here I am still praying to be able to eat
If that bitch wants drama don't give it to her,
A lot of drugs for my bed holy true shit
Alcohol in the early morning we are thirsty,
Down the street prendo rama smoke smoke break
(HOMER)
Your moving waistline doesn't tell me anything,
I know you have talent when you're high
That you lose your feelings in the early morning
And that you follow her treatment to be calm
I'm more than relaxed ' the drug is
Put away, I'm still somewhat intoxicated fighting with the pillow
They watch de costao' as my plague goes up,
I already found myself too much and I wasn't looking for anything
That p has dope but she wants more,
He says he doesn't take it now he prefers cash
He's moving it around in the area with people behind,
Although she always sleeps alone she does not find peace
If you want to have that cheese I will give it to you,
I want to see how she moves and starts dancing
If they lock me up I know I'm not going to
Visit, if they kill me she'll be the first to party
My bicht turns it on never has drama,
He lifts me up with a kiss and lays the bed for me
She cooks me what I want is like my maid,
He wants to hang out with the sweepers in the trailer
Millet no longer be afraid and throw in our face,
I'll sell it and tell you about it...' to the p face
We give you the returned are the clear accounts,
In the neighborhood you don't buy beef, you buy bullets
If that bitch wants drama don't give it to her,
A lot of drugs for my bed holy true shit
Alcohol in the early morning we are thirsty,
Down the street prendo rama smoke smoke break
My nigga!!