Текст и перевод песни Duki - Mil Colores

Mil Colores

Monica, Monica, Monica
Monica, Monica, Monica(deam song)
Monica, Monica, Monica
Ahora todos quieren Monica
Puta fini cosmopolitan
Llego on fire como ponita
Tu estilo feo me hace vomitar
Yo to′ los veos son hipocrita
Son police manejan poliza
Yo soy sensei manejo pócima
Te recomiendo mejor no imitar
Yo soy entero negro no mitad
En todo caso tengo dos mitades
Y son complementales como el Yin y el Yang
To my gun, to my gun, to my gun
No me siento disparo like to my gun
Es tan solo un minuto to my gun
Matando a la liga con to my gang
I'm sorry you′re shory volvio a mirar
I'm sorry you're shory volvio a mirar
No soy malo pero ella me pone mal
Vos sos malo pero pero me da igual
Que mierda les pasa a estos blancos (Que les pasa)
Que mierda les pasa a estos blancos (Que les pasa)
Que mierda les pasa a estos blancos (Que les pasa)
Que mierda les pasa a estos blancos
Que mierda les pasa a estos blancos
¿A qué se debe esa cara de parto?
Cada vez que entro al beat y los parto
Con estudio no salia del cuarto
Sin estudios no sali de cuarto
No genera trabajo es un gasto
No me hago el loco se que soy masto
Me fume los 3 dedos de Carlos
Como mierda no iba a ganarlo
Todos saben que estoy bendecido
Y no tuve ni porque ir y contarlo
Ando con collar yo no ladro
Adicto a la street como un bag dog
Dientes dorados castillos de mármol
Ladrón de montana y la cara de flandog
Ahora quiero la cuenta en el banco
Y el billete verde a nombre de Lombardo
I don′t want die to you mallow
Y si muero que sea en tus manos
Los brothers cocinan sin plato
Cobrando la vida al maltrato
La felicidad viene de a rato
Dame seis ceros y no firmo el contrato
Mi pupila mil colores
Mucha luna mucho soles
Ya no te extraño no me llores
Van a venir tiempos mejores
Mi pupila mil colores
Mucha luna mucho soles
Ya no te extraño no me llores
Van a venir tiempos mejores
Mi pupila mi
Mucha luna mucho
Estoy con my brother sky
Negro siempre sigo high
Mejor no me llores
No me diga na′
Que ahora estoy bien en la mia
Y tengo cosas pa' triunfar
Mucha money in my pocket

A Thousand Colors

Monica, Monica, Monica
Monica, Monica, Monica (dream song)
Monica, Monica, Monica
Now everyone wants Monica
Damn cosmopolitan slut
I arrive on fire like Rapidash
Your ugly style makes me vomit
I see them all, they're hypocrites
They're police, they handle policies
I'm a sensei, I handle potions
I recommend you better not imitate
I'm entirely black, not half
In any case, I have two halves
And they are complementary like Yin and Yang
To my gun, to my gun, to my gun
I don't feel, I shoot like to my gun
It's just a minute to my gun
Killing the league with all my gang
I'm sorry you're short, she looked again
I'm sorry you're short, she looked again
I'm not bad, but she makes me feel bad
You are bad, but I don't care
What the fuck is wrong with these white people (What's wrong)
What the fuck is wrong with these white people (What's wrong)
What the fuck is wrong with these white people (What's wrong)
What the fuck is wrong with these white people
What the fuck is wrong with these white people
What's with that birthing face?
Every time I enter the beat and break them
With study, I didn't leave the room
Without studies, I didn't leave the room
It doesn't generate work, it's an expense
I'm not playing dumb, I know I'm a beast
I smoked Carlos' 3 fingers
How the fuck was I not going to win it
Everyone knows I'm blessed
And I didn't even have to go and tell them
I walk with a collar, I don't bark
Addicted to the street like a stray dog
Golden teeth, marble castles
Montana thief and Ned Flanders' face
Now I want the account in the bank
And the green bill in the name of Lombardo
I don't want to die to you, marshmallow
And if I die, let it be in your hands
The brothers cook without a plate
Charging life for the mistreatment
Happiness comes in spurts
Give me six zeros and I won't sign the contract
My pupil, a thousand colors
Many moons, many suns
I don't miss you anymore, don't cry for me
Better times will come
My pupil, a thousand colors
Many moons, many suns
I don't miss you anymore, don't cry for me
Better times will come
My pupil, my
Many moons, many
I'm with my brother Sky
Black, I'm always high
Better not cry for me
Don't tell me nothin'
Cause now I'm doing well on my own
And I have things to succeed
Lots of money in my pocket