Текст и перевод песни Domingo Quiñones - Domingo Busca Un Amor

Domingo Busca Un Amor

Liricistas en la casa 2010
Talobeatz en el beat desde el texas
Na ma.

Familia fatal, que es casi de fantasía
Que la chela va con fanta?, no, sin vaso y bien fría
For live for real for love for my break
Mi grupo en acción y tu de que me contai
Que queri?, un berlin mira bajo los muros
Que usted tiene bling-bling, yo tengo estilo lo juro,
Ojos rojos como el piure, aveces mentiras tiré
Bienvenida a la locura, ahora que ya me cure
(Welcome)
Marcas de tortura, en la cara son ojeras,
Escribo por nesecidad aunque aveses no quiera,
No puedo parar, vamos callendo socio
Liricistas en la casa represent hip hop explocion,
Egron es la poción pa' perder la noción
La billetera, el celular y la cabeza weon
En un rincón del salón, me flagelo con los flacos,
Oye flaca te estai perdiendo con ese tipo ase rato,
Y pa' que po', obvio, en la tierra mis pecados pago,
Cada sábado es un castigo, ya no se lo que hago
Solo dice "Go", sin pensar en consecuencias,
Al borde del abismo siempre ah sido la esencia,
Violentando mi cerebro, neurona, recuerdos corren,
Escribo con lápiz mina mis promesas pa' que se borren,
Que pasa reina, solamente recojo flores,
Las muelo, las echo en un papel, siente el olor
Pecador, en tus manos tienes lo malo,
Dolor, no lo hay, vienen, camina calmado
Claros que la inmortalidad, esta detrás del sol
Esperamos que se guarde para continuarlo
La fucking misión

La Misión liricistas en la casa
Wacho no, no, yo, yo
Chitopan, el dropen, el hapen armeflex
Sí, yo

Si yo vivo con resaca, mi aca, es el alcohol que me mata
Mi hígado trata de cambiar el agua,
Mi cama no me aguanta, tampoco me aguanto yo,
Vivo de noche y muero de día
Odiamos el sol, con este ron, inyectao' a la sangre,
Llega tarde, mi estomago arde, ruega por un trasplante
A que tanto darle, a esa botella que expande
Mi placer gigante, sé que no parece interesante,
Llevarte esta cantina, donde mi crew descansa,
Semanas enteras, no llegando nunca a casa,
Y el pecado, oye pescado, para vender la pesca,
Amo el caño, bajo la pluma nocturna fresca
Y así vamo', sin perdón y olvidando la culpa,
Puma, desquiciado, fuma el arte de pecar la pluma
Suma, las bestias y las dejan dando bote,
Alcohol, dros mil dos, me comprendes el mote,
Me comprendes el mote, liricistas in the pilning
Hey you, motherfuckers "madafaka" black ...
In the texas estudio, es liricistas mi wacho
Panchito start, yo, sueltela

Fumo y evito problema
Ou shitvamo' girando, al compas de humo respirando,
Contando huéas de la vida, mirando el paisaje de mi cuarto,
Una panoramica, loca reparto cuando la poca motivacion
Y una insolacion toma el mando,
Mi bando, bandido, doy mi sangre
Ni uno vendió, menos serio del ansunto entendió,
Otros se desesperan, por la paragua perra,
Que salvan con luca, con la abuela, afuera de la feria,
Y van por coca, prueba a esta fiera
Le comen la mente entera, y no comentan na'
Y toa' pesca, esto es a la ligera, pasa la tijera
Que no hay moledor, jugando con la leña,
A falta de encendedor
Oiga señor, no mire así, yo no me paso del reglón,
No existe dialogo, una mira dura
Y punto maricón, puño con puño, tu gritai yo grito
Papel de vuelo el pate y pasame ese grafito.

Domingo Searches for Love

Lyricists in the house 2010
Talobeatz on the beat from Texas
Na ma.

Fatal family, almost like fantasy
Beer with Fanta? No, straight and ice-cold
For live for real for love for my break
My crew in action, and what are you telling me?
What do you want? A berlin, look under the walls
You got bling-bling, I got style, I swear
Red eyes like the piure, sometimes I've told lies
Welcome to the madness, now that I'm cured
(Welcome)
Marks of torture, dark circles on my face
I write out of need, even though sometimes I don't want to
I can't stop, we're falling, partner
Lyricists in the house represent hip hop explosion
Egron is the potion to lose your mind
Your wallet, your cell phone, and your head, dude
In a corner of the room, I scourge myself with the skinny ones
Hey girl, you're wasting your time with that guy
And for what? Obvious, I pay for my sins on earth
Every Saturday is a punishment, I don't know what I'm doing anymore
Just say "Go", without thinking about consequences
The edge of the abyss has always been the essence
Violating my brain, neurons, memories run
I write my promises in pencil so they can be erased
What's up, queen? I'm just picking flowers
I grind them up, I put them on paper, feel the smell
Sinner, in your hands you have the bad
Pain, there is none, they come, walk calmly
It's clear that immortality is behind the sun
We hope it will be saved to continue it
The fucking mission

The Mission lyricists in the house
Wacho no, no, yo, yo
Chitopan, the dropen, the hapen armeflex
Yes, I

If I live with a hangover, my end is the alcohol that kills me
My liver tries to change the water
My bed can't stand me, nor can I stand myself
I live at night and die by day
We hate the sun, with this rum, injected into the blood
It's late, my stomach burns, it begs for a transplant
Why so much giving, to that bottle that expands
My giant pleasure, I know it doesn't seem interesting
To take you to this cantina, where my crew rests
Whole weeks, never coming home
And the sin, hey fish, to sell the catch
I love the pipe, under the cool night pen
And that's how we go, without forgiveness and forgetting the guilt
Puma, deranged, smokes the art of sinning the pen
Add up, the beasts and they leave them giving boat
Alcohol, dros mil dos, you understand the nickname
You understand the nickname, lyricists in the pilning
Hey you, motherfuckers "madafaka" black ...
In the Texas studio, it's lyricists my wacho
Panchito start, yo, let it go

I smoke and avoid problems
Ou shit we go spinning, to the compass of smoke breathing
Telling bullshit about life, looking at the landscape of my room
A panoramic, crazy I deal when the little motivation
And a sunstroke takes command
My side, bandit, I give my blood
Not one sold, less serious of the ansunto understood
Others despair, for the bitch umbrella
That they save with luca, with grandma, outside the fair
And they go for coke, try this beast
They eat her mind whole, and they don't comment on anything
And all fishing, this is lightly, pass the scissors
That there is no grinder, playing with the firewood
For lack of a lighter
Hey sir, don't look at me like that, I don't go over the line
There is no dialogue, a hard look
And point faggot, fist with fist, you scream I scream
Paper of flight the pate and pass me that graphite.