SOUTHSTYLE (feat. MIUNE INTS) - Culeros Vatos перевод на английский

SOUTHSTYLE (feat. MIUNE INTS)

Let's go, let's go, pami, homie, salud
Seguimos caminando recto por el Valle del Sur
Come on, come on, maleantes con glamour
Estamos en busca de nuestros sueños,
Y si llega uno poco flush

Let's go, let's go, pami, homie, salud
Seguimos caminando recto por el Valle del Sur
Come on, come on, maleantes con glamour
Estamos en busca de nuestros sueños,
y si llega un poco flush

Microphone seca, culeros vatos checa
Chingando desde morro con mi clica de la poli corro
Algunos mueven coca, otros mueven porro
Osea, real gangsta, sicarios de plata

El cartel sinaloense, guerra con los zetas
Yo en mi libreta, recuerdo a mi lowrider
Rondines por la city, pregntale al Galavis
Sueño con Impala 64, nos mataron las balas

Que gritaban de noche pidiendo respeto
No me lo contaron, lo vivi en el ghetto
Donde aprendi valores como el carnalismo
Jamás ha sido lo mismo escribirlo y decirlo

Que en verdad sentirlo, que bello recuerdo
Mami, yo un chulo, disculpa por serlo
Gracias por mamarlo, nos veremos despues
Beso en la mejilla, sin tener dientes de oro

Mi sonrisa brilla, directo a la West
Estoy buscando lo mio por un gran camino
Preparando la salsa, secreto de paulie
Cosechando en Patagonia, no en California

Haciendo lo que vale, como ilegales
Pak, pak, pak, estoy matando el tiempo
Haciendo music, tonto de inocente peca
Andar al pedo, no es vivirse la lleca

Quiero ver su colmillo, perro ataca
Lirica saca, no la juegue de inmortal
Que sera un chupa sangre, pero no un vampiro
Escapando de la malas, como el gran papillon

Usted tendrá la facha, pero no mi estilo
Es caro el caramelo, bendiciones para ti
Que escribes y desvelas

Es el sur side, hommies mi estilo fresh

Graffitis en la pared
Decimos fuck a la ley
La calle habla negro
Rollin', rollin' with my gang

I want to fill my pockets
Lliving' like Chulo, baby

¿Que, que? ¿Quiere nuestro shit
Tan acostumbrado a la calidad

Vato loco, rayado del coco odio a la autoridad
Simple, top for real, nadie nada te va a regalar
El clima está jodido y yo lo sigo, nunca quedo atrás
Voy por más, me lo busco y siempre quiero generar

Nuestro modo business y cuenta clara, codigos de acá
Respeto an te todos a si que haters dont cry
Si queda alguna duda me encanta en el sur side
Oh my baby, oh my baby

shorty, me encuentra en el sur side
Oh my lady, oh my lady
Mis bandidos se encuentran en el sur side
Oh my baby, oh my baby

Esa shorty, me encuentra en el sur side
Oh my lady, oh my lady
Mis bandidos se encuentran en el sur side
Oh ma m wi carg un chingo ambicin

Un dominante del game, como el jodido patron
Ints esta class, lo demuestran en el renglon
You know, los tuyos de mucha parla no saben ni lo que son
Voy a decirme cuántos son, quines son, que están hoy?

Keep it real, son. Keep it real, son
Si muero pa' ser de pie, demostrando lo que soy
Keep it real, son. Keep it real, son
Es el sur side hommies estilo fresh

Graffitis en la pared, decimos fuck a la ley
La calle habla negro
Rolling, rolling with my gang
I want to fill my pocket

living like chulo baby
La calle habla negro

SOUTHSTYLE (feat. MIUNE INTS)

Let's go, let's go, baby, homie, cheers
We keep walking straight through the South Valley
Come on, come on, gangsters with glamour
We are in search of our dreams,
And if one arrives a little flush

Let's go, let's go, baby, homie, cheers
We keep walking straight through the South Valley
Come on, come on, gangsters with glamour
We are in search of our dreams,
and if it arrives a little flush

Dry microphone, check out the badass dudes
Fucking since a kid with my crew, running from the cops
Some move coke, others move weed
I mean, real gangsta, silver hitmen

The Sinaloa cartel, war with the Zetas
Me in my notebook, I remember my lowrider
Rounds around the city, ask Galavis
I dream of a '64 Impala, bullets killed us

That screamed at night demanding respect
I wasn't told, I lived it in the ghetto
Where I learned values like brotherhood
It's never been the same to write it and say it

Than to truly feel it, what a beautiful memory
Baby, I'm a pimp, sorry for being one
Thanks for sucking it, we'll see each other later
Kiss on the cheek, without having gold teeth

My smile shines, straight to the West
I'm looking for mine along a great path
Preparing the sauce, Paulie's secret
Harvesting in Patagonia, not in California

Doing what's worthwhile, like illegals
Pak, pak, pak, I'm killing time
Making music, innocent fool sins
Walking around doing nothing, is not living the high life

I want to see your fangs, dog attack
Pull out the lyrics, don't play immortal
That will be a bloodsucker, but not a vampire
Escaping from the bad, like the great Papillon

You'll have the look, but not my style
The candy is expensive, blessings to you
Who writes and stays up late

It's the south side, homies my style fresh

Graffiti on the wall
We say fuck the law
The street speaks black
Rollin', rollin' with my gang

I want to fill my pockets
Living' like Chulo, baby

What, what? You want our shit
So used to quality

Crazy dude, cracked, I hate authority
Simple, top for real, nobody's gonna give you anything
The weather is fucked up and I follow it, I never stay behind
I'm going for more, I look for it and I always want to generate

Our business mode and clear account, codes from here
Respect to everyone so haters don't cry
If there is any doubt, I love it on the south side
Oh my baby, oh my baby

Shorty, you can find me on the south side
Oh my lady, oh my lady
My bandits are on the south side
Oh my baby, oh my baby

That shorty, you can find me on the south side
Oh my lady, oh my lady
My bandits are on the south side
Oh ma, we carry a lot of ambition

A dominant of the game, like the fucking boss
Ints is class, they show it in the verse
You know, your talkative ones don't even know what they are
I'm gonna tell myself how many are there, who are they, what are they doing today?

Keep it real, son. Keep it real, son
If I die, I'll die standing, showing what I am
Keep it real, son. Keep it real, son
It's the south side homies fresh style

Graffiti on the wall, we say fuck the law
The street speaks black
Rolling, rolling with my gang
I want to fill my pocket

living like chulo baby
The street speaks black