Текст и перевод песни Bruxo 021 - 762

762

É o bruxo
Oh, oh, oh, han
Ay, hahaha
Caralho, Biggie, essa é foda

Seven Six Two canta mais que a Rihanna
Desce Redbull no meu copo de Buchanan's
Bitch, keep calm, no touch my weed
Jogo o jogo em nível hard fazendo parecer easy

Seven Six Two canta mais que a Rihanna
Desce Redbull no meu copo de Buchanan's
De rolê num carro bicho importado
Fuga nos homem, na mala tem planta
Elas se iludem com a pseudofama
Vem na DM falar que me ama

Sempre trocando de flow
Nunca sem droga na bag
Tipo: Um Maluco no Pedaço
E olha que eu nem tô em Bel Air

Hoje vivendo do meu sonho
Correndo mais do que Mbappé
Gastando dólar e não centavo
Compras no site da Farfetch

Ah, adoro essa vida de cria
Pra ficar suave dois balão na manhã
Suco com salgado na barraca da tia

Ah, adoro essa vida de cria
Quando é dia de baile a minha tropa mantém
Ela com as amigas querendo putaria

Muitos falam, mas não faz
Vários criado pagando de cria
Quem sabe do meu passado
Quando me vê diz: Meu Deus, quem diria

Hoje nós compra o que quer no mercado
Joga na seda só especiaria
Olha que nem tô no melhor momento
Ando vivendo um dia após dia

Falem mal, mas falem de mim
Porque eu não me importo, só ligo pro din
Sei que incomoda e alguns querem ver meu fim

Caralho, Biggie, essa é foda

Seven Six Two canta mais que a Rihanna
Desce Redbull no meu copo de Buchanan's
Bitch, keep calm, no touch my weed
Jogo o jogo em nível hard fazendo parecer easy

Seven Six Two canta mais que a Rihanna
Desce Redbull no meu copo de Buchanan's
De rolê num carro bicho importado
Fuga nos homem, na mala tem planta
Elas se iludem com a pseudofama
Vem na DM falar que me ama

762

I am the wizard
Oh, oh, oh, han
Ay, hahaha
Damn, Biggie, this is tight

Seven Six Two sings better than Rihanna
Red Bull flows into my glass of Buchanan's
Bitch, keep calm, don't touch my weed
I play the game on hard mode and make it look easy

Seven Six Two sings better than Rihanna
Red Bull flows into my glass of Buchanan's
Rolling in a foreign car, baby
Fleeing the cops, the trunk is full of plants
They are delusional with their pseudo-fame
They slide into my DMs, saying they love me

Always changing my flow
Never without drugs in my bag
Like: The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
And look, I'm not even in Bel Air

Today, I'm living my dream
Running faster than Mbappé
Spending dollars, not cents
Shopping on the Farfetch website

Oh, I love this delinquent life
To mellow me out, two balloons in the morning
Juice with a snack at the hot dog stand

Oh, I love this delinquent life
When it's prom night, my crew holds it down
She with her friends, looking for some action

Many talk, but don't do
So many born and raised poseurs
Those who know my past
When they see me, they say: My God, who would have thought

Today we buy whatever we want at the market
Roll only the best stuff in the joint
Look, I'm not even at my peak
I'm just living one day at a time

Talk shit, but talk about me
Because I don't care, I only care about the money
I know it bothers you and some want to see me finished

Damn, Biggie, this is tight

Seven Six Two sings better than Rihanna
Red Bull flows into my glass of Buchanan's
Bitch, keep calm, don't touch my weed
I play the game on hard mode and make it look easy

Seven Six Two sings better than Rihanna
Red Bull flows into my glass of Buchanan's
Rolling in a foreign car, baby
Fleeing the cops, the trunk is full of plants
They are delusional with their pseudo-fame
They slide into my DMs, saying they love me