Текст и перевод песни Chirie Vegas - Jungla

Jungla

Eyo, jungla jungla
Bloques enfermos
GP dealers, Ambroz
Eyo

Hacemos esto

Eyo, bloques, dealers, bro's fumando en el coche
Ladrillos rojos con bolsas de corte
Parques y cancha, phillies y ganja
Gamberros y putas hambrientos por pasta
Reglas en el barrio, disparo a tu amigo
Falsos, armas, protege tu piso
Pitbulls, guerras provocadas por celos
Antiguos ladrones fumando ese yeyo
Robos, Bimas, rulando con cuero
Dinero sangriento, jóvenes presos
Nuevas pandillas, borrachos con Chivas
Padres separados, mente homicida
Guardias mierda, explota tu crema
Dealer, jóvenes rompiendo las reglas
Estúpidos bocazas fumando en portales
Falsos gangster alias don nadies
Estrés, prófugo en el mundo helado
No jodas con esto, dispara al chivato
Juicios, casos, amor tras las rejas
Diarios escritos con viejas promesas
Bloques enfermos, alcohol en las calles
Bolsas de 5 vendiendo en el parque
Viviendo alquilado, escupiendo los versos
Jungla de asfalto, sangre en los textos

Nosotros vivimos esto, hacemos esto
Crecimos en los bloques nacido gamberro
Jodemos por esto, morimos por esto
Vivimos en ladrillos en viejos proyectos
Nosotros vivimos esto, hacemos esto
Crecimos en los bloques nacido gamberro
Jodemos por esto, morimos por esto
Vivimos en ladrillos en viejos proyectos

Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks

Jungle

Hey, jungle jungle jungle
Sick blocks
GP dealers, Ambroz
Eyo

We do this

Eyo, blocks, dealers, bro's smoking in the car
Red bricks with cutting bags
Parks and court, Phillies and ganja
Hooligans and whores hungry for pasta
Rules in the neighborhood, I shoot your friend
Fake, guns, protect your floor
Pit Bulls, wars caused by jealousy
Old thieves smoking that yeyo
Robberies, Pimps, ruling with leather
Blood money, young prisoners
New gangs, drunk with Chivas
Separated parents, homicidal mind
Guards shit, blow up your cream
Dealer, young people breaking the rules
Stupid big mouths smoking on portals
Fake gangster alias don nadies
Stress, fugitive in the frozen world
Don't fuck with this, shoot the tipster
Trials, cases, love behind bars
Diaries written with old promises
Sick blocks, alcohol on the streets
Bags of 5 selling in the park
Living rented, spitting out the verses
Asphalt jungle, blood in the texts

We live this, we do this
We grew up on the blocks born a hooligan
We fuck for this, we die for this
We live in bricks and mortar in old projects
We live this, we do this
We grew up on the blocks born a hooligan
We fuck for this, we die for this
We live in bricks and mortar in old projects

Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks