Текст и перевод песни Homer el Mero Mero - Nos Vamos

Nos Vamos

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NOS VAMOS
Homer El Mero Mero

Que te dije que nos vamos wacho
Ya es demasiado
Es el jodido VK negro

Fumando en un rincón, contando los violetas
Cansado de taparme de esas camionetas
Para hacer billetes hay que tener la receta
No puedo estar a la espera de una tarjeta

Money, money para mota y para comprar comida
Tenemos que invertir por más que se ponga jodida
Haciendo el doble o triplicando según la movida
Y si se pierde, en algún punto estará la salida

La vida es loca, nigga, la suerte compartida
A veces, alguien saliendo de noche y, a veces, de dia
Haciendo nuevos tratos con gente desconocida
Pidiendo más que mi palabra como garantia

Respetos para mi flia, salud para mis hermanos
Guardamos todos los paquetes y después nos vamos
Contamos todos los billetes y después nos vamos
Cargamos todos los juguetes y después nos va...

Nos vamos, nos vamos
Nos vamos, nos vamos
Nos vamos, nos vamos
Nos vamos, nos vamos

(Nos vamos, nos vamos)

Nos vamos en busca de eso para abastecer
La gente quiere de esa mierda para enloquecer
El kiosco cierra un rato antes del amanecer
Mientras yo fumo, me preparo algo para comer

No quiero llantos girl, yo mío es por placer
Para morirse cabron, cabron se tiene que nacer
Mi pasta de campeón me obliga a tener que poder
Manejar esa condición a la hora de vender

1, 2, 1, 2, sigo en ese ritmo
Por el barrio repartiendo siempre de lo mismo
No descanso lo' feriado' ya ni los domingos
A los polis camuflados también los distingo

Nos vamos apurados, casi sin saludar
Todos drogados y volviendo pa' ningún lugar
Solo sabemos que pa' seguir, hay que negociar
Nos vamos pero vamos a volvernos a encontrar... bitch

Nos vamos, nos vamos
Nos vamos, nos vamos (au)
Nos vamos, nos vamos (sii)
Nos vamos, nos vamos

Si negro
Ja, solo son negocios bitch
Ja, veni a hacerlo con los Bardero$

We're Leaving

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WE'RE GOING
Homer El Mero Mero

I told you we're leaving, honey
It's too much
It's that damn VK, man

Smoking in the corner, counting out the purples
I'm sick of hiding from those damn trucks
To make money, you need to know the recipe
I can't sit around waiting for an EBT card

Money, money, money for food and weed
We have to hustle, no matter how hard it gets
Doubling or tripling up, depending on the situation
And if we lose, we'll find a way to get back

Life is crazy, man, we're taking the luck
Sometimes, we come out at night, sometimes, during the day
Making new deals with strangers
Asking for more than my word as a guarantee

Respect to my family, health to my brothers
We store all the packages and then we leave
We count all the cash and then we leave
We load up all the toys and then we leave

We're leaving, we're leaving
We're leaving, we're leaving
We're leaving, we're leaving
We're leaving, we're leaving

(We're leaving, we're leaving)

We're leaving to get what we need
People want this shit to feel alive
The store closes a little before dawn
I'm gonna smoke a bit and cook myself something to eat

I don't want you crying, girl, I'm just doing my thing
To die, man, you have to be born
My boss sauce requires me to be able to
Handle that condition when it comes to selling

1, 2, 1, 2, I keep on rocking
Distributing the same in the neighborhood
I don't rest on the holidays or Sundays anymore
I even know the undercover cops

We're leaving in a hurry, without even saying goodbye
All stoned and going nowhere
We only know that to continue, we have to negotiate
We're leaving, but we'll see you again...bitch

We're leaving, we're leaving
We're leaving, we're leaving (oh yeah)
We're leaving, we're leaving (yeah)
We're leaving, we're leaving

Yeah, man
Haha, it's just business, bitch
Haha, come do it with the Bardero$