Текст и перевод песни Blunted Vato feat. Zaramay - Bubblegum

Bubblegum

Ey, Blunted Boy
Zaramay, baby

'Toy guardando pacas dentro de caja' de Nike (Nike shit)
Ante' andabamo' a patín, ahora frenamo' en Audi (Brrum)
Si me ronca demasia'o, que lo haga fácil (Eh)
Encontrame el infierno con la de lo' Yankee' (Pew)

Pana' se viran por plata pero yo no lo hago (No)
Trapero' hablan de calle pero no josearon (Okey)
Yo corono con mi equipo y lo explotamo' (Clinic)
Jugando a los dado' con par de dominicano'
Yeah (Gang, gang)

Soy de los que por la family dispara
En un black Benz con olor a marihuana (OG)
Saliste con nitro pero la carrera es larga
No capiamo' feka' y se te nota en la mirada (No cap)

Ustede' son Pinky, les falta Cerebro
Negocio' silencioso', destapo y celebro
Ella mueve el culo como en un putero (Muévelo)
Mis ticket' de los partie' no vendo
Lo' invierto (Ey), ey (-vierto)

Sigo como Tego metí'o adentro del caldero
Pero ahora en la torre, prendo un bate por Madero (Jaja)
To' esos que me están hablando para mí no es nuevo
Con la visera Trap Diablo en un lavadero (Ey, ey), let's go

I remember Mr. Magic, Flash
Grandmaster Caz, LL, Raising Hell, but
That didn't last, Eric B. & Rakim was
The shit to me, I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show

With Ricky D and Red Alert was puttin in work
With Chuck Chill had my homies on the hill getting ill (Huh)
When shit was real, went out to steal
Remember Raw (Tú sabe'), with Daddy Kane?
When De La Soul was puttin Poth(Rra)
Yeah

A los 23 decían: 'Tás equivoca'o (Huh)
A los 24 hice el primer atenta'o (What?)
A los 25 dejé a los hater' calla'o' (Yah)
Y ahora a los 26 soy el rapero cotiza'o (¡Rra!)

2014 haciendo trampa, revolviendo sopa (Sopa)
Si querés te damo' una mano pa' vender tu ropa (Huh)
Esos negro' me quieren dar como a 2Pac y Poppa
Porque si sigo en la liga nunca van a ver la copa

Andamo' en nave' espaciale' y no somo' lo' ovnie' (Huh)
No hablé' de Glock que como mucho
Tendrás una Browning (Prra)

Y estamo' metiendo verdura
En el blunt y en el brownie
Haciendo plata en la cama, baby
In the morning (En la mañana)

Esos rapero' están caga'o
Hijo, hoy te compraré los Pamper
Porque el Zara los tiene asusta'o (Huh)
Y si te querés matar, siempre tuve la razón
Cuatro anillo' en mis dedo', tamaño super tazón

Estoy cabrón, viviendo como siempre lo soñamo'
Antes que suene mi nombre
Ya tenía el oro colgado (Huh)

Tuviste que ser más pillo
Y conseguirte otro abogado
Porque le abrimo' la puerta
Y dejamo' el caso al cerrado, prr

El Jefe del Malianteo, huh
No le frontee' a Babe Ruth
Siempre ready para el bateo, nigga (Prra)
Le cojo la mujer al feo y se chupa los dedo'
Hay una 4 y medio pa' tu orden de cateo (Rra)

El phono suena y vibra por negocio' y par de mina'
Me cansé de los peso', quiero libra' esterlina'
Se mueve y no es cuarto de libra
Mi negro en la esquina
Sigo ocupado, como el Indio en mi tarea la fina

Ey, Zaramay, baby
El Jefe del Malianteo
Na-Na-Nahuel The Coach

I remember Mr. Magic, Flash
Grandmaster Caz, LL, Raising Hell, but
That didn't last, Eric B. & Rakim was
The shit to me, I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show

With Ricky D and Red Alert was puttin in work
With Chuck Chill had my homies on the hill getting ill
When shit was real, went out to steal
Remember Raw, with Daddy Kane?
When De La Soul was puttin Poth

Bubblegum

Hey, Blunted Boy
Jay, baby

'Toy keeping bales inside a box' by Nike (Nike shit)
Before 'we were going' to skate, now we brake' in Audi (Brrum)
If I snore too much, let him make it easy (Eh)
Find me the hell with the 'Yankee' (Pew)

Corduroy' tack for silver but I don't (No)
Trapero' they talk about street but they didn't josearon (Okey)
I crown with my team and I exploit it' (Clinic)
Playing dice 'with a pair of Dominicans'
Yeah (Gang, gang)

I am one of those who by the family shoot
In a black Benz with the smell of marijuana (OG)
You dated nitro but the race is long
No capiamo 'feka' and it shows in your look (No...)

You're Pinky, you lack Brains
'Silent' business, I uncover and celebrate
She moves her ass like a slut (Move it)
My tickets 'of the partie' I do not sell
I' invert it (Hey), hey (-pour)

I'm still like I put you inside the cauldron
But now in the tower, I light a bat for Wood (Haha)
To 'those who are talking to me is not new to me
With the Trap visor Devil in a laundry room (Hey, hey), let's go

I remember Mr. Magic, Flash
Grandmaster Caz, LL, Raising Hell, but
That didn't last, Eric B. & Rakim was
The shit to me, I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show

With Ricky D and Red Alert was puttin in work
With Chuck Chill had my homies on the hill getting ill (Huh)
When shit was real, went out to steal
Remember Raw (Tú sabe'), with Daddy Kane?
When De La Soul was puttin Poth(Rra)
Yeah

At 23 they said, 'You're wrong' or (Huh)
At 24 I made the first attempt'o (What?)
At 25 I left the hater'calla'o' (Yah)
And now at 26 I'm the rapper cita'o (Rra!)

2014 cheating, stirring soup (Soup)
If you want I'll give you a hand to sell your clothes (Huh)
Those niggas' wanna give me like 2Pac and Poppa
Because if I stay in the league they will never see the cup

We're on a spaceship and we're not a UFO (Huh)
I didn't talk 'bout Glock that I eat a lot
You will have a Browning (Prra)

And we're 'tucking in vegetables
In the blunt and in the brownie
Making money on the bed, baby
In the morning (in the morning)

Those rappers 'are shit'o
Son, I'll buy you the Pampers today
Because the Zara has them scared'o (Huh)
And if you want to kill yourself, I was always right
Four 'on my finger' ring, super bowl size

I'm a bastard, living the way I've always dreamed'
Before my name rings
I already had the gold hanging (Huh)

You had to be more naughty
And get you another lawyer
Because I open the door for him
And let's leave the case to the closed, prr

The Head of the Malingering, huh
Don't face Babe Ruth
Always ready for the batting, nigga (Prra)
I fuck the ugly man's wife and he sucks his fingers'
There is a 4 and a half pa' your search warrant (Rra)

The phone rings and vibrates by business ' and pair of mine'
I'm tired of the weight', I want pound' sterling'
It's moving and it's not quarter pounder
My nigga in the corner
I'm still busy, like the Indian at my task the fine

Ey, Zaramay, baby
El Jefe del Malianteo
Na-Na-Nahuel The Coach

I remember Mr. Magic, Flash
Grandmaster Caz, LL, Raising Hell, but
That didn't last, Eric B. & Rakim was
The shit to me, I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show

With Ricky D and Red Alert was puttin in work
With Chuck Chill had my homies on the hill getting ill
When shit was real, went out to steal
Remember Raw, with Daddy Kane?
When De La Soul was puttin Poth