Текст и перевод песни C.r.o - Domingo

Domingo

Yo′, yo'
Dedicado a mis negros de la esquina
Cantores malos
Yeh, yeh
Seh, seh

Mi trono está perdido en el underground
Mi honor es algo que nunca van a comprar
Esa mierda quema, tengo que olvidar
Esa puta perra nos quiere matar
Hay que diferenciar el nivel esencial
Evidencias de mis creencias en vivencias al azar
Un café y a pensar, poca fe en el altar
Déjame un respiro, vida, que quiero escapar
No, no molestar a mi manada
¿Esa es su vida? No creo nada
No hay que apuntar si el arma no está cargada
Con la mente elegante y las Nikes manchadas
Mi plaga, uniéndose a ese desenlace
Faltan billetes, falta suerte, faltan ases
Estrellarme en su mirada como un kamikase
MDB, prim′, barrio con clase

MDB, barrio con clase
Barrio con clase, barrio con clase
Jaja
Yo', yo'

Fuck this shit, gorras planas y un buen beat
Por la city, todo el día mirando bitches
Fuck this shit, ya preguntan por mi click
Por la city, todo el día enrolando weed
Fuck this shit, beauty beauty on my feet
Por la city, todo el día mirando bitches
Fuck this shit, dance [?]
Por la city, todo el día enrolando weed
Serial y chocolate, nicotina y mate
Pocos pueden hacerlo como se lo hacía el Cracker
El amor es combate, su corazón no late
Putas queriendo vernos, es el real state
Bajate, su amor inalcanzable
Ja, mis ojeras imborrables
Fumo en la esquina con miradas no confiables
Escupo droga de valores invaluables

Muy tarde, jaja
Muy tarde

Sunday

Yo′, yo'
Dedicated to my homies on the corner
Bad singers
Yeh, yeh
Seh, seh

My throne is lost in the underground
My honor is something that they'll never buy
That shit burns, I have to forget
That bitch wants to kill us
We have to differentiate the essential level
Evidence of my beliefs in random experiences
A coffee and to think, little faith in the altar
Give me a break, life, I want to escape
No, do not disturb my pack
Is that her life? I believe nothing
Don't aim if the gun is not loaded
With an elegant mind and stained Nikes
My plague, joining that outcome
Missing notes, missing luck, missing aces
Crashing into her gaze like a kamikaze
MDB, prim', neighborhood with class

MDB, neighborhood with class
Neighborhood with class, neighborhood with class
Haha
Yo', yo'

Fuck this shit, flat caps and a good beat
Through the city, all day looking at bitches
Fuck this shit, they're already asking about my click
Through the city, all day rolling weed
Fuck this shit, beauty beauty on my feet
Through the city, all day looking at bitches
Fuck this shit, dance [?]
Through the city, all day rolling weed
Cereal and chocolate, nicotine and mate
Few can do it like Cracker did
Love is combat, her heart does not beat
Bitches wanting to see us, it's the real state
Calm down, her unreachable love
Hah, my undeletable dark circles
I smoke on the corner with untrustworthy glances
I spit dope of priceless value

Too late, haha
Too late