Текст и перевод песни Khaled - Huerta Carrasco

Huerta Carrasco

Quién coño eres tú, comment tu t'appelles
Si en la houma nadie te conoce, nique ta mère
Quién coño eres tú, comment tu t'apelles
Si tú siempre has sido un cipollo, 9ouli 3lach kat kdeb

Quién coño eres tú, comment tu t'appelles
Si en la houma nadie te conoce, nique ta mère
Quién coño eres tú, comment tu t'apelles
Si tú siempre has sido un cipollo, 9ouli 3lach kat kdeb

I'm a real man, nadie me tose (nadie me tose)
Estoy todo el día joseando, me llaman Jose
Vosotros pa' nosotros nunca habéis sido compe
Estáis haciendo trap pero ninguno sois hombre

I'm a G, I'm a man
I got the business on my head
You a bitch, you a lier
Cipollo, que eras más fake

I'm a G, I'm a man
I got the business on my head
You a bitch, you a lier
Zebi, esto no es NY

Yo entro al party y tos' los tigueres se apartan
Aquí hasta tu puta madre sabe quién manda
Vosotros no sois calle, vosotros no sois zan9a
¿De dónde habéis salido, pedazos de faita? (¡fua!)

Quién coño eres tú, comment tu t'appelles
Si en la houma nadie te conoce, nique ta mère
Quién coño eres tú, comment tu t'appelles
Si tú siempre has sido un cipollo, 9ouli 3lach kat kdeb

Huerta Carrasco

Who the hell are you, what's your name?
No one in the neighborhood knows you, fuck your mother
Who the hell are you, what's your name?
You've always been a loser, tell me why you lie like that

Who the hell are you, what's your name?
No one in the neighborhood knows you, fuck your mother
Who the hell are you, what's your name?
You've always been a loser, tell me why you lie like that

I'm a real man, nobody can touch me (nobody can touch me)
I'm always hustling, they call me Jose
You guys have never been competition for us
You're making trap music but none of you are real men

I'm a G, I'm a man
I got the business on my head
You're a bitch, you're a liar
Loser, you're the fakest one around

I'm a G, I'm a man
I got the business on my head
You're a bitch, you're a liar
Motherfucker, this ain't New York

When I walk into the party, all the gangsters move out of the way
Even your mother knows who's in charge here
You guys aren't street, you're not from the hood
Where did you guys come from, you bunch of losers? (ew!)

Who the hell are you, what's your name?
No one in the neighborhood knows you, fuck your mother
Who the hell are you, what's your name?
You've always been a loser, tell me why you lie like that