Текст и перевод песни Dellachaouen - Popurri "trapero" en hyperop

Popurri "trapero" en hyperop

Como roma, full ruina
Because im the realest, negra
We have to get out, negra
Tu hablales de mi amor como de una pena
Negra tu hablales de mi amor como de una...

Tocar madera, el nucleo duro
La ultima meta, 16 barras 32 tormentas
Soy puro
Y duele como cuando dormia entre
La maleza

Mira, no te me bufes como todas las mujeres
Con lo guapa que tu eres, porque no nos juntamos
Y hacemos unos nenes

All this ratchets on me, i cant feel ma soul
Toy redy pa morir, puta, traeme flores
Cuando nos muramos es que se vera
Quien ha ganao
Quien taba en la rigth
Quien taba equivocao

Negra, tu alma me suena
Te conocí en otra vida
Yo voy por la tercera
Tibetano flojito por el templo
No me encabrones yo no voy a mantenerlo

Cuando yo te bailo se que tu te vuelves loca
Especialmente si te lo hago poco a poco
Sabes lo que tienes y no lo valoras poco

Ay, ayudame, a no volver a caer
Ay, ayudame, a no volver a caer

Saraut pa los dreris, al otro lao
Mama mira, ta okey to, swajerao

En la plasa siempre ibamo en delay
Ahora saco plata, yendo en delay

Siempre fresco, tu ya conoce el proceso
Bae seguimo en ello, como el brillo en el cuello
Te recuerdo desnuda
Te recuerdo menos puta

Mantente positiva
(Por si queda alguna duda)

Me dicen Yeli Yeli, celebran que yo soy puro
Que hago temas raros en los que no hablo de culos

(Soy cantor pero no soy embustero
Porque yo naci en el medite na-na-na)

Trapped in hyperop, a "trapero" Popurri

Like Rome, full of ruin
Because I'm the realest, baby
We have to get out, baby
You speak of my love as if it were a pain
Baby, you speak of my love as if it were a...

Knock on wood, the hard core
The final goal, 16 bars 32 storms
I'm pure
And it hurts like when I slept among
The weeds

Look, don't huff at me like all the other women
With how beautiful you are, why don't we get together
And make some kids

All this ratchets on me, I can't feel my soul
I'm ready to die, bitch, bring me flowers
When we die, it will be seen
Who has won
Who was in the right
Who was wrong

Baby, your soul sounds to me
I knew you in another life
I'm going for the third
Tibetan loose through the temple
Don't piss me off, I'm not going to keep it

When I dance for you, I know you go crazy
Especially if I do it to you slowly
You know what you have and you don't appreciate it

Oh, help me, not to fall again
Oh, help me, not to fall again

Saraut for the dreris, on the other side
Mom look, it's okay to, swajerao

In the plaza we were always in delay
Now I make money, going in delay

Always fresh, you already know the process
Bae we're still in it, like the shine on the neck
I remember you naked
I remember you less of a bitch

Stay positive
(In case there is any doubt)

They call me Yeli Yeli, they celebrate that I'm pure
That I make weird songs where I don't talk about asses

(I'm a singer but I'm not a liar
Because I was born in the meditate na-na-na)