Текст и перевод песни Dremen - Come To My Yard

Come To My Yard

Eh, mi estilo es como bomba a punto de caer,
En tu casa, en tu barrio o en tu parque friend,
Lo tiro con descaro limpio y claro alguno mira cuando paro y normalmente se preguntan quien...

¿Quién lo defiende con uñas y dientes?
Deja a los clientes con ganas de más
¿Quién hace sonar el teléfono rojo de los presidentes?
Mi estilo son bombas
Aprendí a detonar a base de pensar, razonar y tener inquietud
En la cuenta atrás
Todos quieren sonar
¡Pero nadie se enfrenta a tanta actitud!

() Hey, man, come to my yard!
We must rebuid the town, this a come from far, me seh
Hey, man, come to my yard!
Dremen split a tune see it yah stile and patum! ca′
"...give it up,...give it up, man never give it up!"
See it yah a stile! Cooyah now!
Try to corrupt our thing
Is demolish whole hipe of your life, everithing
Ca' my stile fresh, coo dem a di best
Class manifest, born fi this
Wah mek so stress? just press!!
Ring the alarm, dem run at a riot
Tell me mah youth, just wake up a lion
Feeling the pain InI go higer! Nous ne sommes pas des sots sans discipline
Comme ces tous idiots qui se tirent à la piscine
Nous sommes tous cool, on ne pas perdre la boule
On ne vient du même moule, et c′est ça qui vous saoul,
Viens jouer au mini-mini
Je te dis que c'est pas fini,
Hey p'tit est ce que tu m′as compris
Dre, Dremen est dans la cepla
A arrêté tous vos blabla

() Hey, man, come to my yard!
We must rebuid the town, this a come from far, me seh
Hey, man, come to my yard!
Dremen split a tune see it yah stile and patum! ca′
"...give it up,...give it up, man never give it up!"
See it yah a stile! Grande, ¡viene! Siente ¡sube!
Rompe la calma se mueve ¡vive!
Te recorre el cuerpo en un suspiro te engancha
Y quieres ¡quieres!
Como droga tu mente desfoga
Y no puedes parar de tomar ¡más!
La vaina será confiar
Escapar no podrá ser realidad

Pido tiempo para conseguir el tono, conteniendo el aliento,
Hasta estallar en un solo grito,
Liberando el dolor,
Música curación, vida de superación
Aprendí a combatir sintiendo su presión.

() Hey, man, come to my yard!
We must rebuid the town, this a come from far, me seh
Hey, man, come to my yard!
Dremen split a tune see it yah stile and patum! ca'
"...give it up,...give it up, man never give it up!"
See it yah a stile! By:@JonWancho14

Come To My Yard

Eh, my style is like a bomb about to drop,
In your house, in your hood, or in your park, friend,
I throw it down with boldness, clean and clear, some watch when I stop and usually wonder who...

Who defends it with tooth and nail?
Leaves clients wanting more
Who makes the presidents' red phone ring?
My style is bombs
I learned to detonate by thinking, reasoning, and being restless
In the countdown
Everyone wants to sound off
But nobody faces so much attitude!

() Hey, man, come to my yard!
We must rebuild the town, this a come from far, me seh
Hey, man, come to my yard!
Dremen split a tune see it yah style and patum! ca′
"...give it up,...give it up, man never give it up!"
See it yah a style! Cooyah now!
Try to corrupt our thing
Is demolish whole hipe of your life, everithing
Ca' my style fresh, cool dem a di best
Class manifest, born fi this
Wah mek so stress? just press!!
Ring the alarm, dem run at a riot
Tell me mah youth, just wake up a lion
Feeling the pain InI go higer! We are not fools without discipline
Like these idiots who shoot themselves in the pool
We are all cool, we don't lose our minds
We don't come from the same mold, and that's what pisses you off,
Come play mini-mini
I'm telling you it's not over,
Hey kid, did you understand me
Dre, Dremen is in the place
Stopped all your blah blah

() Hey, man, come to my yard!
We must rebuild the town, this a come from far, me seh
Hey, man, come to my yard!
Dremen split a tune see it yah style and patum! ca′
"...give it up,...give it up, man never give it up!"
See it yah a style! Grande, ¡viene! Feel it, ¡rise up!
Break the calm, it moves, ¡live!
It runs through your body in a sigh, it hooks you
And you want, ¡you want!
Like a drug, your mind vents
And you can't stop taking, ¡more!
The thing will be to trust
Escape will not be reality

I ask for time to get the tone, holding my breath,
Until it bursts into a single scream,
Releasing the pain,
Music is healing, a life of overcoming
I learned to fight feeling its pressure.

() Hey, man, come to my yard!
We must rebuild the town, this a come from far, me seh
Hey, man, come to my yard!
Dremen split a tune see it yah style and patum! ca'
"...give it up,...give it up, man never give it up!"
See it yah a style! By:@JonWancho14