Текст и перевод песни CHS feat. BK - Me Arrumei (feat. BK)

Me Arrumei (feat. BK)

Hey
Pirâmide Perdida
Bloco 7
Vagabundo, fala

Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de vida
Me livrei, me livrei, me livrei de dívidas
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de listras
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de rimas
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de vida
Me livrei, me livrei, me livrei de dívidas
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de listras
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de rimas

Ter estilo não é ter dinheiro
Não importa como, sempre damos um jeito
Tudo do meu jeito, sempre do meu jeito
E se ficar na minha frente tu vai ser o primeiro
Família rica nunca foi a minha
Soube desde cedo pra fazer o que eu quero
Faço do meu corre, fica muito rico
Mais um pouco rico e garantir a vida
Tênis limpo, roupa rara
Né questão de ser de marca
Né questão dela ser cara
O que importa é ter estilo
Se tu paga uma prata
Se tu pode pagar o preço
Foda que não é de graça
Foda-se, sempre damos um jeito
Eu visto as roupas e as armas de Jorge
Eu visto as roupas e as armas de Jorge
Eu visto as roupas e as armas de Jorge
Não é armadura que me torna forte

Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de vida
Me livrei, me livrei, me livrei de dívidas
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de listras
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de rimas
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de vida
Me livrei, me livrei, me livrei de dívidas
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de listras
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de rimas

Você é linda, mas não pisa de novo, ó meu tênis novo
Recalcados perguntam: "BK', isso tudo é mesmo ouro?"
Quanto tem, onde vende esse brilho, que isso é olho gordo
Ela não quer meu mapa astral, menina, isso é mapa do tesouro
E cabelo na régua
A tropa na beca
Ela toda feliz se vê o BK'
Essa festa uma merda, já é ou já era
Vamo embora só nós dois, só nós dois
Quer Dolce, pede
Versace, mec
Tô louco pra ver essas marcas nas curvas do seu corpo
O clima aquece, tu tira febre
Tu sabe como me marca essas curvas do seu corpo
Ela falou que não tava aqui por causa da fama
Eu falei que não tava aqui só por causa da cama
Ou sei lá, quem nunca levou um chá
Que atire a primeira, a segunda que vamos para terceira
E de dia voltando pra casa
Madame com a bolsa da Vuitton falsa
Coroa me olha de cima a baixo
Não aguenta eu abrindo meu próprio carro
Tia, eu gastei na cueca!
Gastei mil no cordão
Racista só de roupa falsa
Porra, tia, pega a porra da visão

Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de vida
Me livrei, me livrei, me livrei de dívidas
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de listras
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de rimas
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de vida
Me livrei, me livrei, me livrei de dívidas
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de listras
Me arrumei, me arrumei, me arrumei de rimas

Não tenho posse de armas, mas tenho posse de rimas
Ela te acerta, te abala, mas né projetil, é palavra
Quem tem o dom sabe usá-la
Melhor que tiro de uzi
Delas eu uso e abuso
Melhor que tiro de bala
Tem uns tênis até caros
Algumas joias baratas
Uma mina que vale ouro
Umas roupas que valem prata
Cidade maravilhosa
Difícil é ficar no tédio
Onde a vista do morro
É melhor que a dos prédios
Tênis vale até um carro
Da cara saltam meus olhos
Tem beats que valem ouro
Outros que valem petróleo
Outros que valem petróleo
Tem beats que valem ouro
Outros que valem petróleo
Outros que valem petróleo
Outros que valem petróleo

Pirâmide Perdida
BK', CH, El Lif
Vem que tem
Outros que valem petróleo
Eu visto as roupa e as armas de Jorge
Não é armadura que me torna forte
Fé, fé

I Got Myself Ready (feat. BK)

Hey
Lost Pyramid
Block 7
Vagabond, speak up

I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got my life ready
I got rid, I got rid, I got rid of debts
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with stripes
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with rhymes
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got my life ready
I got rid, I got rid, I got rid of debts
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with stripes
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with rhymes

Having style is not about having money
No matter how, we always find a way
Everything my way, always my way
And if you stand in my way, you will be the first one
Rich family was never mine
I knew from an early age to do what I want
I hustle my way, get very rich
Get a little richer and secure my life
Clean sneakers, rare clothes
It's not about being a brand name
It's not about it being expensive
What matters is having style
If you pay a silver
If you can afford the price
It's a shame it's not for free
Fuck it, we always find a way
I wear the clothes and weapons of Jorge
I wear the clothes and weapons of Jorge
I wear the clothes and weapons of Jorge
It's not armor that makes me strong

I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got my life ready
I got rid, I got rid, I got rid of debts
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with stripes
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with rhymes
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got my life ready
I got rid, I got rid, I got rid of debts
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with stripes
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with rhymes

You're beautiful, but don't step on my new sneakers again
The envious ask: "BK, is all this really gold?"
How much is it, where do you sell this glow? This is envy, girl
She doesn't want my birth chart, honey, this is a treasure map
And hair on point
The squad on fleek
She's all happy to see BK'
This party's shit, it's over already
Let's go, just the two of us, just the two of us
You want Dolce, ask for it
Versace, man
I'm dying to see these brands on the curves of your body
The weather's hot, you break a fever
You know how you mark me with the curves of your body
She said she wasn't here for the fame
I said I wasn't here just for the bed
Or who knows, whoever never had tea
Let her throw the first one, the second one we'll go for the third
And in the daytime going back home
Madame with the fake Louis Vuitton bag
The older woman looks at me up and down
She can't stand me opening my own car
Auntie, I spent on my underwear!
I spent a thousand on the chain
Racist only in fake clothes
Damn, auntie, get some fucking vision

I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got my life ready
I got rid, I got rid, I got rid of debts
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with stripes
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with rhymes
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got my life ready
I got rid, I got rid, I got rid of debts
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with stripes
I got myself ready, I got myself ready, I got myself ready with rhymes

I don't own weapons, but I own rhymes
It hits you, shakes you, but it's not a projectile, it's a word
Whoever has the gift knows how to use it
Better than a Uzi shot
I use and abuse them
Better than a bullet shot
Got some expensive sneakers
Some cheap jewelry
A girl worth gold
Some clothes worth silver
Marvelous city
Hard to get bored
Where the view from the hill
Is better than from the buildings
Sneakers worth a car
My eyes pop out of my face
Got beats worth gold
Others worth oil
Others worth oil
Got beats worth gold
Others worth oil
Others worth oil
Others worth oil

Lost Pyramid
BK', CH, El Lif
Come and get it
Others worth oil
I wear the clothes and weapons of Jorge
It's not armor that makes me strong
Faith, faith