S.G.S.R. - Detroit Mix - Error 246 перевод на английский

S.G.S.R. - Detroit Mix

I got molly on my pocket
VIP my grams
Got no street
I got a problem
"Suicide gang shit represent"
Puta, en el bolsillo fifty
Pero no son cents
Y en el otro está el mechero
Con un package
De los Kent
I got molly on my pocket
VIP my grams
Got no street
I got a problem
"Suicide gang shit represent"
Puta, en el bolsillo fifty
Pero no son cents
Y en el otro está el mechero
Con un package
De los Kent

Contando la money
Como cuento a esos gusanos
Aunque te haya dao' la mano
No flashe', no somo' hermanxs
Me llaman pa' problemas
Que no saben resolver
De acá yo te saco el deo'
Putxs, que les vaya bien
De cero a 100
Y de 100 a 200
Debo estar encerrao'
Por tantos malos pensamientos
A la casa de tu hoe
Pasé por buen comportamiento
Ya no deja que salga
Quiere que me quede adentro

Damn boy
¿Cómo lo haces?
Me pregunta todo el día
Le jugué una carta trampa
Cuando no me conocía
De esa shit tengo la guía
Pesada la artillería
No le fallo a ningún beat
Como a los fills de batería
Turupa pa pa pa
Pa' escupir tengo talento
Voy lento y atento
De aquí ya no desciendo
Si les falta algo nuevo
En 10 minutos se lo invento
Le hacemo' un caye boke
Y los mandamos
Pa' aislamiento social

Si quiere hacerse el player
Sori, le va a salir mal
Pa' jugar aquí abajo
Puto, tienes que entrenar
Tu estás en pueblo paleta
Yo en la liga regional
Ta' a menor nivel
Pa' ti tengo guarda' la Nidoball
(Ha ha ha ha)
Me faltó una barra
Y con risas tuve que rellenar
Si me corre a mi
Es como jugarle a Brasil de local
Mano', pa' eso no me joda
No da
Déjenme fumar
(God damn, shit)

I got molly on my pocket
VIP my grams
Got no street
I got a problem
"Suicide gang shit represent"
Puta, en el bolsillo fifty
Pero no son cents
Y en el otro está el mechero
Con un package
De los Kent
I got molly on my pocket
VIP my grams
Got no street
I got a problem
"Suicide gang shit represent"
Puta, en el bolsillo fifty
Pero no son cents
Y en el otro está el mechero
Con un package
De los Kent

S.G.S.R. - Detroit Mix

I got molly in my pocket, baby
VIP my grams, for you
Got no street cred, don't care
I got a problem, a beautiful one
"Suicide gang shit represent," just for you
Bitch, fifty in my pocket
But they ain't cents, no way
And in the other, the lighter
With a package
Of Kent, just like you like it
I got molly in my pocket, baby
VIP my grams, for you
Got no street cred, don't care
I got a problem, a beautiful one
"Suicide gang shit represent," just for you
Bitch, fifty in my pocket
But they ain't cents, no way
And in the other, the lighter
With a package
Of Kent, just like you like it

Counting the money, for us
Like I count those worms, yeah
Even if I gave you my hand, darling
I don't fake it, we ain't siblings
They call me for problems
They can't solve, you know?
From here, I'll take your breath away
Bitches, wish you well, really do
From zero to 100, with you
And from 100 to 200, so fast
I should be locked up, maybe
For so many bad thoughts, baby
To your hoe's house, I went
Showed good behavior, I did
She won't let me leave now, no
Wants me to stay inside, with her

Damn boy
How do you do it?
He asks me all day, every day
I played a trump card on him
When he didn't know me, at all
I have the guide to that shit, you see
Heavy artillery, for you
I don't fail any beat, never
Like the fills of drums, oh yeah
Turupa pa pa pa
To spit, I have talent, I do
I go slow and attentive, for you
From here, I won't descend, no way
If they lack something new, darling
In 10 minutes, I'll invent it, I will
We'll make a caye boke, for them
And send them
To social isolation, yeah

If he wants to play the player
Sorry, it's gonna go wrong, it will
To play down here, baby
Pussy, you gotta train, you do
You're in a palette town, so small
I'm in the regional league, you see
You're at a lower level, so low
I have the Nidoball saved for you
(Ha ha ha ha)
I missed a bar, oh no
And with laughter, I had to fill it, yeah
If he runs on me, darling
It's like playing against Brazil at home
Man, don't bother me, please don't
It doesn't work
Let me smoke, just let me
(God damn, shit)

I got molly in my pocket, baby
VIP my grams, for you
Got no street cred, don't care
I got a problem, a beautiful one
"Suicide gang shit represent," just for you
Bitch, fifty in my pocket
But they ain't cents, no way
And in the other, the lighter
With a package
Of Kent, just like you like it
I got molly in my pocket, baby
VIP my grams, for you
Got no street cred, don't care
I got a problem, a beautiful one
"Suicide gang shit represent," just for you
Bitch, fifty in my pocket
But they ain't cents, no way
And in the other, the lighter
With a package
Of Kent, just like you like it