Текст и перевод песни Fianru feat. Homer - Permiso

Permiso

Ho, ok
Yaoh
Sí, ha, ha
Díselo
Permiso para entrar, yo soy un caballero
Vivo esto llevar adelante lo que pide el ghetto
Voy con el Rufo haciendo poesías como tangueros
Porque esto es tradición para todo el país entero
Desde Jujuy hasta la Cordillera alzando mi bandera
Partiendo to' los ritmos que quisieras, my nigga
Nadie te habla de escuela, nadie acá nos espera
Acá nadie nos llena la heladera
Tamo' listos pa' llevarnos to'
Voy a volver con dos millones para el Cutral Có
El sueño típico del chanta no se me olvidó
Pero yo lo voy a lograr, te lo juro por Dios
Flow G, real Argentino, bandolero fino
Por la calle paso, agradecen lo que le dimos
Nadie puede entender que solo nos divertimos
Nos quieren cortar pero los paro de sacar filo, amigo
Nei-neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Who shot ya?
Old school, new school, need to learn though
Esto no es música, es droga
Nei-neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Who shot ya?
Old school, new school, need to learn though
Esto no es música, es droga
Permiso para entrar, yo soy un señor (my Lord)
De la calle pero con educación (yeah)
Estamos en el bardo con el H y C.R.O
Hey bro, yo no soy un rockstar, soy el rock and roll
¿Y esos faker quienes son?, rapean sin corazón
El dueño de mi liga, el primero en salir campeón
Lay it up, loco estoy perdiendo el juicio (Am I crazy?)
Pero sigo siendo el rey como Patricio (yaya)
Así que bang bang, negro estás liquidado
Un poco de amor francés, yo no lo soñé, pero lo logramos
Estamos quemando gramo, tras gramo
Y a todos los que se metan en lo que planeamos
Recuerdo algunos años atrás, cuando estaba cero cash
Nadie nos dio nada, ¿qué esperabas? nunca hables de mas
Pido permiso, tengo cosas que hacer
Porque claro que tu envidia a mi no me da de comer
Nei-neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Who shot ya?
Old school, new school, need to learn though
Esto no es música, es droga
Nei-neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Who shot ya?
Old school, new school, need to learn though
Esto no es música, es droga

Permission

Ho, ok
Yaoh
Yes, ha, ha
Tell him
Permission to enter, I am a gentleman
I live this to carry out what the ghetto asks
I'm going with the Rufo doing poetry like tangueros
Because this is tradition for the whole whole country
From Jujuy to the Mountain Range raising my flag
Leaving to 'the rhythms you'd like, my nigga
No one talks to you about school, no one here is waiting for us
No one fills our fridge here
Tamo'ready to 'take us to...'
I'm coming back with two million for the Cutral How
The typical dream of the chanta I did not forget
But I'm gonna make it, I swear to God
Flow G, real Argentino, bandolero fino
Down the street I pass, they are grateful for what we gave
No one can understand that we're just having fun
They want to cut us but I stop them from taking an edge, friend
Nei-neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Who shot ya?
Old school, new school, need to learn though
This is not music, it's drugs
Nei-neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Who shot ya?
Old school, new school, need to learn though
This is not music, it's drugs
Permission to enter, I am a lord (my Lord)
From the street but with education (yeah)
We're in the bard with the H and C.R.O
Hey bro, I'm not a rockstar, I'm the rock and roll
And those fakers who are they?, they rap without a heart
The owner of my league, the first to come out champion
Lay it up, crazy I'm losing my mind (Am I crazy?)
But I'm still the king like Patrick (yaya)
So bang bang, nigga you're done for
A little French love, I didn't dream it, but we made it
We're burning gram, after gram
And to everyone who gets into what we planned
I remember some years back when I was zero cash...
No one gave us anything, what did you expect? never talk about more
I ask for permission, I have things to do
Porque claro que tu envidia a mi no me da de comer
Nei-neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Who shot ya?
Old school, new school, need to learn though
Esto no es música, es droga
Nei-neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Who shot ya?
Old school, new school, need to learn though
This is not music, it's drugs