Текст и перевод песни Dalsin - Talibã

Talibã

É o crime de la créme eu fechado com o bonde do bong
Tentando escrever essa song os bacana apertando só dedo de kong
Quem pila pila aqui tranquila meu bonde é tribo tihuana
No rec deley na lla ganja me traga cubana ei chefe
Nem olhava as streets e fila de biate no hall
No nipe boca dos beats pera que eu to passando mal
Hei mal ta suave na habili saindo com essas gatas adoradoras de Cali
Quero um jeep pra eu por no Rally e partir com a minha gata pro vale
Um drink caralho porra não sei de onde ta surgindo essa trip
E a gata lembrava a pity antes dos 8 sex on the beach
Meu cap da blaze é o case e o base rodou com os caras da equipe
T-rex 2.0 flex eu fugi com ela no seu honda fit
Pretão ela metia o foot e no smart ela caçava uns raps
O canto da boca era sex quando ela cantava minhas tracks
After efects no men tudo bem faz o retorno e volta
Empolgada pulava e gritava novinho partiu RJ!
BER
4 caixas na mochila
Bico verde os boys faz fila
Deixa a firma prosperar
Meti o gol por que não dava pra esperar
Escoltado no Waze
Palmeado nas waves
Você pode até não acreditar
Mas eu duvido esses cu me atravessar
Cartel Dalsin
No apetite do dim
Chapado de green nos traps pique Berlin
Rap trap game
Mais chapado que Lil wayne
Rage killing in the name
Paquistan e os haxi creme
As gatas gemem
Modelos querendo meu semen

Taliban

It's the crime de la crème, I'm locked up with the bong squad
Trying to write this song, the cool kids pressing only the kong finger
Whoever grinds, grinds here quietly, my gang is the tihuana tribe
In the rec deley in lla ganja bring me Cuban, hey chief
I didn't even look at the streets and the biate queue in the hall
In nipe mouth of the beats, pear that I'm getting sick
Hey, evil is smooth in the habili, going out with these Cali-worshipping babes
I want a jeep to put in the Rally and go with my babe to the valley
A drink, damn, I don't know where this trip is coming from
And the babe looked like pity before the 8 sex on the beach
My blaze cap is the case and the base toured with the crew
T-rex 2.0 flex, I ran away with her in her honda fit
Black girl she put her foot down and in smart she hunted some raps
The corner of her mouth was sex when she sang my tracks
After effects no men all right do the return and back
Excited, she jumped and shouted, young man, let's go to RJ!
BER
4 boxes in the backpack
Green beak, the boys line up
Let the firm prosper
I scored the goal because I couldn't wait
Escorted in Waze
Palmed in the waves
You may not believe it
But I doubt these cu crossed me
Cartel Dalsin
In the dim appetite
Stoned on green in the traps like Berlin
Rap trap game
Stonier than Lil wayne
Rage killing in the name
Pakistan and the haxi cream
The babes moan
Models want my semen