Текст и перевод песни Hoke feat. H. Rayiz - HI TECH

HI TECH

Necesitamos respirar
Abrir el tarro de cristal
Rular un gramo y levitar
A un plano cenital

Hay demasiado que quitar
Va de reciclarnos
No de replicar
Es lo que trato de explicar (eh)

Yo no voy a servir al que mueve (no)
Yo no voy a servir al enredes
Esto va de hacerlo sentir al que llegue
De ponerlo en un Corsa y convertirlo en un Mercedes

Yo ya me morí
Pero no hice publi
Y no vi a Dios, aunque subí
Me creo Yuri

Por el Manu, con la hoodie de Misuri
No estabas allí, no te ví
No lo jures (yo)
A la mitad del panorama le faltan lunes

Salgo a la 1, camino hasta el túnel
Asaltaclubes (yo)
Menos 50 en cosher
Me doy la vuelta en Uber

Me da la hierba el chofer
Dile Jaime
Edingurgh nightmares
Corte fino

Bebiendo vino y cerrando tarde
Guerrilla estilo
Mitad partido
Familia, sangre, (pawn) haunters

Tú nada que ver conmigo
Vestido hi tech, fumando dry sift
Esperando que me salve
O que me haga estar chill

Taqueando sobre escarcha
Jodiendo el táctil
Reventándome la espalda
Hasta hacer 2000

Fumo porros bobo
No como tranquis
Hacéis de todo menos aprender de los yankees
Yo me callo

Yo soy una rata en un parking
Pompeando por detrás el edificio del party (yo)
Ese fallo es el segundo del arbi
Pero la bola está en el punto penalti y todo el mundo en su parte

(Y todo el mundo en su parte)

Ese fallo es el segundo del arbi
Pero la bola está en el punto penalti y todo el mundo en su parte

(Todo el mundo es culpable)

La cadena es por amor
La cartera es polipiel
Tengo droga en un cajón
Migue sabe keloke

Desde el 96
Corpus 2-10
Fue Sydney
00VLC

Marcas viejas en la piel
Tuve alas las corté
Tuve a la espalda el 10
Me quité

Todo al red
Poca fe
Yo también tuve alas, las corté
Tuve a la espalda el 10, ¿Ahora que?

No me salgo de esta wave
Degrado, trazos finos y fades
Livianos, aerohead
Mis manos, aerosol

Todo es por amor
Es la ley mi hermano (yo)
Traigo el control pa mis brains insanos (ey)
No fue tan sencillo

Cerrar el pestillo
Limpiarse la sangre del nudillo
Al clavarse el anillo
Ya no somos niños

Se nos fue el brillo
Bebiendo cerveza y fumando cigarrillos
Escupo barras al aire
Shadow boxing

Hago pompas en la calle
Pa′ los homeless
Universal, esperanto, morse
Y no me entienden cuando hablo porque no hablo pose (Yo)

HI TECH

We need to breathe
Open the glass jar
Roll a gram and levitate
To a zenith plane

There is too much to remove
It's about recycling ourselves
Not to replicate
That's what I'm trying to explain (eh)

I'm not going to serve the one who moves (no)
I'm not going to serve the one who traps
This is about making the one who arrives feel it
To put it in a Corsa and turn it into a Mercedes

I already died
But I didn't do publicity
And I didn't see God, although I went up
I believe Yuri

For Manu, with the Misuri hoodie
You weren't there, I didn't see you
Don't swear it (I)
Half the panorama is missing Mondays

I go out at 1, I walk to the tunnel
Asaltaclubes (I)
Minus 50 in cosher
I turn around in Uber

The driver gives me the weed
Tell him Jaime
Edingurgh nightmares
Fine cut

Drinking wine and closing late
Guerrilla style
Half game
Family, blood, (pawn) haunters

You have nothing to do with me
Dressed in hi tech, smoking dry sift
Waiting for it to save me
Or to make me chill

Tapping on scale
Fucking the touch
Bursting my back
Until you make 2000

I smoke silly joints
I don't eat calmly
You do everything but learn from the Yankees
I shut up

I'm a rat in a parking lot
Pumping behind the party building (I)
That fault is the second of the arbi
But the ball is on the penalty spot and everyone is in their part

(And everyone in their part)

That fault is the second of the arbi
But the ball is on the penalty spot and everyone is in their part

(Everyone is guilty)

The chain is for love
The wallet is leatherette
I have drugs in a drawer
Migue knows keloke

Since 96
Corpus 2-10
It was Sydney
00VLC

Old brands on the skin
I had wings I cut them
I had the 10 behind my back
I took it off

Everything to the red
Little faith
I also had wings, I cut them
I had the 10 behind my back, now what?

I'm not getting out of this wave
Degraded, fine lines and fades
Lightweight, aerohead
My hands, aerosol

Everything is for love
It's the law my brother (I)
I bring control for my insane brains (ey)
It wasn't that easy

Close the latch
Clean the blood off your knuckle
When you get stuck with the ring
We are no longer children

We lost our shine
Drinking beer and smoking cigarettes
I spit bars in the air
Shadow boxing

I do pumps in the street
For the homeless
Universal, esperanto, morse
And they don't understand me when I speak because I don't speak pose (I)