Текст и перевод песни Chato 473 - Gangsta Mami

Gangsta Mami

A ella le gusta mi finta malandra le late la calle no se cree santa
Le gusta el barrio no la vida cara de
Crusing en el blog con mi mami gangsta
A ella le gusta mi finta malandra le late la calle no se cree santa
Le gusta el barrio no la vida cara de
Crusing en el blog con mi mami gangsta
Ella es mi chola, chola para mi,
Mi acompañante afuera en la street el beat suena divagado
Junto con un blunt de weed ni le
Molesta el hornazo en cambio se pone feliz
No sé cree actriz tampoco de telenovelas
Ella prefiere un rol acompañado de unas chelas
Es a todo dar no le gustan los fresas me
Guarda las broncas por si la ley nos llega
Le gusta mi tramo tumbado no hay duda
Ella quiere vagar a mi lado nada le apura
Me defiende si esta atorado de la jura gangea
Conmigo entiende mi locura le gusta el hip hop
Como los low sabe que no son amigos que son
Mis bros si escucha mis rolas ella baila con flow
Ella cuenta conmigo ella sabe que show
A ella le gusta mi finta malandra le late la calle no se cree santa
Le gusta el barrio no la vida cara de
Crusing en el blog con mi mami gangsta
A ella le gusta mi finta malandra le late la calle no se cree santa
Le gusta el barrio no la vida cara de
Crusing en el blog con mi mami gangsta
Le fascina forjarlo y rolarlo mi ambiente para
Ella no es raro siempre quiere estar a mi lado
Le gusta mi estilo de vida a lo
Malandro ella no quiere que deje de hacer rimas
Quiere que le rapie todo el día sabe la
Acción sin que se la diga me da lo que pida
Sea noche o de día fue en la calle cuando yo la conocí
Gangeando con su chica fue cuando la vi,
Vi su estilo y me convencí con nada se compara
Ella es ni gangsta mami, mi gangsta mami,
Con nada se compara ella es mi gangsta mami
Mi gangsta mami, con nada se compara ella es mi gangsta mami
A ella le gusta mi finta malandra le late la calle no se cree santa
Le gusta el barrio no la vida cara de
Crusing en el blog con mi mami gangsta
A ella le gusta mi finta malandra le late la calle no se cree santa
Le gusta el barrio no la vida cara de
Crusing en el blog con mi mami gangsta

Gangsta Mami

She likes my thug style, she loves the street, she doesn't think she's a saint
She likes the hood, not the expensive life of
Cruising in the lowrider with my gangsta mami
She likes my thug style, she loves the street, she doesn't think she's a saint
She likes the hood, not the expensive life of
Cruising in the lowrider with my gangsta mami
She's my chola, chola for me,
My companion outside on the street, the beat playing wildly
Along with a blunt of weed, it doesn't even
Bother her, instead it makes her happy
She doesn't think she's an actress, nor from soap operas
She prefers a blunt accompanied by some beers
She's all good, she doesn't like preppy guys, she
Watches my back in case the law comes
She likes my laid-back style, no doubt
She wants to roam by my side, nothing rushes her
She defends me if I'm in trouble, she gangs
With me, understands my madness, she likes hip hop
Like the lowriders, she knows they're not just friends, they're
My bros, if she hears my songs, she dances with flow
She counts on me, she knows I'll put on a show
She likes my thug style, she loves the street, she doesn't think she's a saint
She likes the hood, not the expensive life of
Cruising in the lowrider with my gangsta mami
She likes my thug style, she loves the street, she doesn't think she's a saint
She likes the hood, not the expensive life of
Cruising in the lowrider with my gangsta mami
She loves to roll it and smoke it, my environment for
Her isn't strange, she always wants to be by my side
She likes my lifestyle, like a
Thug, she doesn't want me to stop making rhymes
She wants me to rap to her all day, she knows the
Action without me telling her, she gives me what I ask for
Whether it's night or day, it was on the street when I met her
Hanging with her girl, that's when I saw her,
I saw her style and I was convinced, nothing compares
She's my gangsta mami, my gangsta mami,
Nothing compares, she's my gangsta mami
My gangsta mami, nothing compares, she's my gangsta mami
She likes my thug style, she loves the street, she doesn't think she's a saint
She likes the hood, not the expensive life of
Cruising in the lowrider with my gangsta mami
She likes my thug style, she loves the street, she doesn't think she's a saint
She likes the hood, not the expensive life of
Cruising in the lowrider with my gangsta mami