Текст и перевод песни Duki - Mil Colores

Mil Colores

Monica Monica Monica
Monica Monica Monica
Monica Monica Monica
Ahora todos quieren Monica
P fini como politan
Llego on fire como ponita
Su estilo feo me hace vomitar
Yo to' lo veo son hipocrita
Son police manejan póliza
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 gun
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 que 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
Monica, Monica, Monica
Now everyone wants Monica
She ended up like a cosmopolitan
She arrives on fire like a Ponyta
Her ugly style makes me vomit
I see everything, they're all hypocrites
They're police, they handle policies
I'm a sensei, I handle potions
I recommend you better not imitate
I'm fully black, not half
In any case, I have two halves
And they're 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 my gun
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're 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 I break them
With studying, I wouldn't leave the room
Without studying, I didn't leave the room
It doesn't generate work, it's an expense
I don't play dumb, I know I'm a mast
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 bag dog
Gold teeth, marble castles
Montana thief and Flanders' face
Now I want the account in the bank
And the green bill in Lombardo's name
I don't want to die to you, mallow
And if I die, let it be in your hands
The brothers cook without a plate
Collecting life from abuse
Happiness comes in spurts
Give me six zeros and I won't sign the contract
My pupil, a thousand colors
Lots of moon, lots of suns
I don't miss you anymore, don't cry for me
Better times are coming
My pupil, a thousand colors
Lots of moon, lots of suns
I don't miss you anymore, don't cry for me
Better times are coming
My pupil, my
Lots of moon, lots of
I'm with my brother Sky
Black, I'm always high
Better not cry for me
Don't tell me anything
Because now I'm good on my own
And I have things to succeed
Lots of money in my pocket