Текст и перевод песни Ill Quentin feat. Broke Carrey - 9/11 (Ft. Broke Carrey) - Remix

9/11 (Ft. Broke Carrey) - Remix

A ese rapper feka lo pongo a dormir
Habla tanta shit que no deja vivir
Ya lo dijo Samu, se van a morir
Tanto tiempo arriba no puede servir
Tanto tiempo arriba los debe aburrir
Por eso no subo, ¿Pa' qué estar ahí?
Si lo' amigo' no son amigos for real
La plata 'ta sucia, no sirve pa' shit
A ese rapper feka lo pongo a dormir
Habla tanta shit que no deja vivir
Ya lo dijo Samu, se van a morir
Tanto tiempo arriba no puede servir
Tanto tiempo arriba los debe aburrir
Por eso no subo, ¿Pa' qué estar ahí?
Si lo' amigo' no son amigos for real
La plata 'ta sucia, no sirve pa' shit
Yeah, so fuck fake friends y fuck a la policía
Yeah-eh-eh, ¿Qué me van a decir si mi mamá no comía?
Yeah, Ninety-Eight shit, 2001 'taba re jodida
Yeah-eh-eh
Hablan de matar, no les da la sangre
Mi ñery Dillom te arranca la carne
Si ellos solo ladran, los dejo que ladren
Yo no tiro correas, ahorco con cables
Me vienen a hablar porque yo soy el cable
Me sacó de quicio, hice la de Laden
Si vos sos la cura de todos mis males
Quedate re pilla, vos solo dejame
Se preguntan si me vio venir
Nine-Eleven, caos en tu block
Nueve-Once, viene atrás de mí
Se preguntan si me vio venir
Nine-Eleven, caos en tu block
Nueve-Once, viene atrás de mí
Mi nombre en la bala de su Glock

9/11 (Ft. Broke Carrey) - Remix

I put that fake rapper to sleep
He talks so much shit that it doesn't let you live
Samu already said it, they are going to die
So much time at the top can't be good
So much time at the top must bore them
That's why I don't go up, why be there?
If your friends aren't friends for real
The money is dirty, it's no use for shit
I put that fake rapper to sleep
He talks so much shit that it doesn't let you live
Samu already said it, they are going to die
So much time at the top can't be good
So much time at the top must bore them
That's why I don't go up, why be there?
If your friends aren't friends for real
The money is dirty, it's no use for shit
Yeah, so fuck fake friends and fuck the police
Yeah-uh-uh, what are they going to tell me if my mom didn't eat?
Yeah, Ninety-Eight shit, 2001 was really fucked up
Yeah-uh-uh
They talk about killing, they don't have the guts
My boy Dillom will rip your flesh off
If they only bark, I let them bark
I don't throw belts, I strangle with cables
They come to talk to me because I'm the cable
He pissed me off, I did a Laden
If you are the cure for all my ills
Stay real pill, you just leave me
They wonder if he saw me coming
Nine-Eleven, chaos on your block
Nine-Eleven, comes after me
They wonder if he saw me coming
Nine-Eleven, chaos on your block
Nine-Eleven, comes after me
My name on the bullet of his Glock