Текст и перевод песни ConeCrewDiretoria feat. Don L - Special

Special

Cê sabe o ditado, apressado come cru, então vai no máximo a 40 e ó ...
Cone Crew
Saca o cone do volume do som
Põe no máximo como é de costume com o Don (classe)
Sem um tema em especial nem comercial
Cê já tem bem especial Don L. e tal
Special
Quando eu pego o mic esse feeling
Com essa gata assim tipo sexual healing
ô ô ô tão soul, tão classe
Tão original quem fora o Don faz?
Tão gueto e é assim tru
Só em ouvir o timbre o vagabundo sabe what I've been through
Não precisa nem ouvir What I've been through
Não precisa traduzir What I've been through
Hahaha foda-se What I've been through estilo 2pac essa é pra curtir só assim uuhh

É a conexão parceiro, Se ligou xapa? Rio de Janeiro X Fortaleza,
Papatinho qual é? Fala tu Papato
Tamo junto na misão no corre...

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara pa papa
Po para popara po para...
é a Cone Crew mané
Se ligou xapa?

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara
Po para popara pa para...
Só maluco doido é a Cone Crew que tá no ar

Olha a foto ali na estante
2 garrafas de espumante
Batora ta elegante
Mas com cara de assaltante
Rubi,cristal e diamante
Vou invadir e pega um brilhante
Pra fortalece as amante
Recreio dos Traficantes
Do motel pro restaurante
Num taxi dando uns colante
Sua massagem com hidratante
é tranqüilizante
Bota pa dormi elefante
A noite tem show distante
Gata me espera com blunt
Que eu compro lubrificante
Putas sao acompanhantes
Pra homens principiantes
Ela quer um prato picante
E eu ja broto de atacante
Porque pra ela tu é broxante
Só porta anabolizante
Melhor virar figurante
Da novela dos Mutantes
Nao vou ser coadjuvante
Com as novinhas estudantes
Elas se beijam bastante
é trocacao de tracante
Hoje eu acordei confiante
Portando um novo pisante
E so pra da um levante chego nelas de razante

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara pa papa
Po para popara po para...
é a Cone Crew mané
Igual o Rap das Armas

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara
Po para popara pa para...
Só maluco doido é a Cone Crew que tá no ar

Sou Rany Money dispenso apresentação
Elevo sua consciência,a um estado de exaltação,doidão
Com paciência,inteligiência,pra vim e fazer um som
Onde as mina dança, e os irmão tranquilo queimam o bom
Entao, primeira lição,é verão tira o moleton
A festa é de graça e vai do funk ao reggaeton
Vou falar mermo que apanhe, até que minha garganta arranhe
Que uns ainda derramam sangue, pra beber champagne Chandon
Entao sangue bom, isso é só pra animar a galera
Ja que tem uns pela que apela, só pra ta na panela
Seja a base ou acapella,nos asfalto ou na favela
To naquela sem da trela,tentando abrir a janela
Vem, Papatinho vem, finaliza esse protótipo
Pega um sampler caótico,faz um beat neurótico
Vejo artistas robóticos, e seus itens tecnológicos
Prefiro o estilo natural,tu ja ve pelo globo ótico
Eu sou Rany Money Money Sem Money to tranquilão
Rany Money Money Money as mina no salão
Querem rebolar, e eu com a fumaça no ar
Nao to aqui pra responder, e sim pra questionar!

And it's just begone, so bitch, just be gone
Ain't no time for cum, so go sleep at you're mom's
We're at war, cause we're poor, my love can't take it no more
Crack the floor, bust the door, drop a bomb, cause we're bored
Foward leads my intentions, and beef's with amunition
Enbrace the missions, grab some milions, fuck the terms, and conditions
Bilions, I wanna hop to the top, pop a cop, glock shot
Steal all the rocks, and give it back to Africa, as a gift from my mob
And not a frog, not a prince, I'm a dog, and I lick
All the pussy's, and I stick, in pretty chicks, with my dick
Better pick a side, don't fucking stay aside
Or you at war or either mad to just stay outside, hide, right
Run mother-fucker, gone mother-fucker, alone
In the dark, you're just stoned, to step, on the wrong zone
Dong mother-fucker, dong mother-fucker, dong, dong
You're door-bell's ringing, and guess, who has come

Só maluco doido Cone Crew que tá no ar
Vai virar um clássico neguin!
Igual Michael Jackson,pesadão igual soco do Mike Tayson!
Ja era, ja era...
é Cone Crew mane.
Sò maluco doido é Cone Crew que tá no ar...

Special

You know the saying, haste makes waste, so go 40 maximum, and look...
Cone Crew
Get that cone on the volume
Turn it all the way up like usual with the Don (class)
Without a special or commercial theme
You're already special, Don L., and so on
Special
When I grab the mic, that feeling
With this girl, like sexual healing, oh oh oh
So soulful, so classy
So original, what can't Don do?
So ghetto, and that's true
Just hearing the tone, the dude knows what I've been through
No need to even listen to What I've been through
No need to translate What I've been through
Hahaha fuck it, What I've been through, 2pac style, this is just for vibing, like uhh

It's the connection, partner, you feel me? Rio de Janeiro X Fortaleza,
Papatinho, what's up? You tell 'em, Papato
We're together on a mission, on the grind...

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara pa papa
Po para popara po para...
it's Cone Crew, man
You feel me?

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara
Po para popara pa para...
Just crazy dudes, it's Cone Crew on the air

Look at the photo on the shelf
2 bottles of champagne
Batora lookin' elegant
But with a robber's face
Ruby, crystal, and diamond
I'm gonna break in and grab a diamond
To strengthen the lovers
Recreation of the Traffickers
From the motel to the restaurant
In a taxi, making out
Your massage with moisturizer
is tranquilizing
Puts an elephant to sleep
Tonight there's a show far away
Girl waits for me with a blunt
I'll buy some lubricant
Whores are companions
For beginner men
She wants a spicy dish
And I'm already budding as an attacker
Because for her you're boring
Only carrying anabolics
Better become an extra
Of the Mutant soap opera
I'm not gonna be a supporting actor
With the young students
They kiss a lot
it's an exchange of tracers
Today I woke up confident
Wearing new shoes
And just to give a lift I arrive at them slyly

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara pa papa
Po para popara po para...
it's Cone Crew, man
Like the Rap das Armas

Paparara papara para
Paparara papara
Po para popara pa para...
Just crazy dudes, it's Cone Crew on the air

I'm Rany Money, I don't need an introduction
I elevate your consciousness to a state of exaltation, crazy
With patience, intelligence, to come and make a sound
Where the girls dance, and the brothers chill, smoking good stuff
So, first lesson, it's summer, take off the sweatshirt
The party is free and goes from funk to reggaeton
I'm gonna talk even if I fade, until my throat gets scratched
That some still shed blood to drink Chandon champagne
So, good blood, this is just to cheer up the crowd
Since there are some who appeal, just to be in the mix
Be it the base or acapella, on the asphalt or in the favela
I'm on that, not giving a damn, trying to open the window
Come on, Papatinho, come on, finish this prototype
Take a chaotic sampler, make a neurotic beat
I see robotic artists, and their technological items
I prefer the natural style, you can already see through the optic globe
I'm Rany Money Money Without Money I'm chill
Rany Money Money Money the girls in the salon
They wanna shake it, and I'm with the smoke in the air
I'm not here to answer, but to question!

And it's just begone, so bitch, just be gone
Ain't no time for cum, so go sleep at you're mom's
We're at war, cause we're poor, my love can't take it no more
Crack the floor, bust the door, drop a bomb, cause we're bored
Foward leads my intentions, and beef's with amunition
Enbrace the missions, grab some milions, fuck the terms, and conditions
Bilions, I wanna hop to the top, pop a cop, glock shot
Steal all the rocks, and give it back to Africa, as a gift from my mob
And not a frog, not a prince, I'm a dog, and I lick
All the pussy's, and I stick, in pretty chicks, with my dick
Better pick a side, don't fucking stay aside
Or you at war or either mad to just stay outside, hide, right
Run mother-fucker, gone mother-fucker, alone
In the dark, you're just stoned, to step, on the wrong zone
Dong mother-fucker, dong mother-fucker, dong, dong
You're door-bell's ringing, and guess, who has come

Just crazy dudes, Cone Crew on the air
It's gonna become a classic, my man!
Like Michael Jackson, heavy like a Mike Tyson punch!
It's over, it's over...
it's Cone Crew, man.
Just crazy dudes, it's Cone Crew on the air...