Текст и перевод песни Dawer X Damper feat. JUANPORDIOS! - MI DIOS LE PAGUE

MI DIOS LE PAGUE

Parchado, perchado, más prendo menos emborrachado
Avísale que ya no vuelvo, dejemos eso en qué hubo y chao
Ranchuchu, ra, ranchuchu así me suena cuando hablas tú
Esos videos déjalos en YouTube, eso no pega
Que mi Dios le pague

Prensa dura, pura censura aquí no hay falsa figura
Tanta tela nadie madruga a na, a na, a na, na, na, na, na
Y mera carga entra por tura, toma seca la dictadura
Pura locha en la jefatura, todos cobran, nadie factura

Sube la mano arriba, sube la mano arriba
Crucémonos la raya, crucémonos la raya
Trepémonos pa' encima, trepémonos pa' encima
Y al que no da la talla, y al que no da la talla

Que mi Dios le pague
Que mi Dios le pague
Que mi Dios le pague

Flow guacala, píntala o empácala
Yo no tengo planes pero rimas en ráfagas
Ya deje la bulla mejor roteme la garrafa
Deje la habladera de chicas en minifalda, pa
Diga cuántas veces quiere que se lo repita
Cierre toda esa jeta que se enfría la sopita
Deje de escupir pa' arriba que se le salpica
Sabemos que el sabor no se encuentra en unas papitas
Papi, no estamos copiando salsa y control, doron don
Llave
Más aleta que Varela y los niches bro, doron don

Sube la mano arriba, sube la mano arriba
Crucémonos la raya, crucémonos la raya
Trepémonos pa encima, trepémonos pa encima
Y al que no da la talla, y al que no da la talla

Que mi Dios le pague
Que mi Dios le pague
Que mi Dios le pague
Que mi Dios le pague

Afro future modo fuking nice

MY GOD BLESS HER

Stoned, chilled, I get high less drunk
Let her know I'm not coming back, let's leave it at, "What was that?"
Ranchuchu, ra, ranchuchu that's how you sound to me when you talk
Leave those videos on YouTube, they're not doing well
May my God bless her

Hard press, pure censorship, here there is no fake mirage
So much fabric, nobody gets to anything, aha, aha, aha, aha, aha,
And the load comes in by shifts, shut up about the dictatorship
Pure cash in the management, everyone gets paid, nobody pays

Raise your hand up, raise your hand up
Let's cross the line, let's cross the line
Let's get on top, let's get on top
And to those who don't measure up, to those who don't measure up

May my God bless her
May my God bless her
May my God bless her

Ugly flow, paint it or pack it up
I don't have plans but lines in a burst
I've left the noise, better turn around the jug
Stop talking about girls in miniskirts, dude
Tell me how many times you want me to repeat
Shut that jaw, the soup is getting cold
Stop spitting up, it'll splash on you
We know you can't find the flavor in some spuds
Daddy, we're not copying salsa and control, doron don
Key
More fin than Varela and the niches bro, doron don

Raise your hand up, raise your hand up
Let's cross the line, let's cross the line
Let's get on top, let's get on top
And to those who don't measure up, to those who don't measure up

May my God bless her
May my God bless her
May my God bless her
May my God bless her

Afro future mode fuking nice