Текст и перевод песни Luccas Carlos - For Real (feat. Paiva Prod) [Remix]

For Real (feat. Paiva Prod) [Remix]

Han, han, han (ayy)
Han, han, han, han, han (ayy)
Han, han, han, han, han (ayy)
Eu tô na onda
Yeah (ayy)
Isso é onda de outra bala
Okay, okay, okay

For real (for real), pica nessa bitch
For real (pica nessa bitch for real)
For real (for real), pica nessa bitch
For real (pica nessa bitch for real)
For real (han), pica nessa bitch, for real (han, han, han)
For real (woah-woah-woah-woah), pica nessa bitch, for real

Se eu te contar a verdade, ′cê desacredita
Fala quem foi, quem que fica (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
Cheio de Heineken na geladeira
E ela disse que gosta de mim
Mas eu não boto uma fé
Não é por nada, mulher
Eu não confio em ninguém
Sua gravadora quer um som que dê certo
Adivinha, eles ligam pra quem?

Huh, huh, huh (ahn), que fita (ahn)
Tô soltando hit, que fita, yeah
Yeah! Desde 2012 resolvi botar minha cara na pista, ahn
'Cê não sabe nada de mim
′Cê não conhece o lugar de onde eu vim
'Cê não tá andando nas ruas do Rio
Fumando maconha com os seus amiguin'

Hãn, fama cresce rápido
Haters chega rápido
Essa vida não tem super slow
Jovem Carlos com esse super flow

Essa é nossa diferença, bro
Dinheiro por dinheiro, ontem eu fiz no show
Tô com essa grana, eu cheguei primeiro
Achou que eu só cantava, se enganou, bobo
Chega na festa e já olho pra ela
Fala quem manda no R&B do Brasil
Pede a benção pro seu pai aqui
Tudo que eu faço na vida é for real

For real, pica nessa bitch, for real (for real)
For real (yeah), pica nessa bitch, for real (Han, han, han)
Woo, woo (woah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah), check, check
Wow, woo, yeah, yeah

Woo, woo, check, check (fala comigo, fala comigo bebê)
Wow, woo, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, check, check (fala comigo, fala comigo bebê)
Wow, woo, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, check, check (for real, tudo for real!)

For Real (feat. Paiva Prod) [Remix]

Chill, chill, chill (ayy)
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill (ayy)
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill (ayy)
I'm in the breeze
Yeah (ayy)
This is another wave of bullets
Okay, okay, okay

For real (for real), come on this bitch
For real (come on this bitch for real)
For real (for real), come on this bitch
For real (come on this bitch for real)
For real (hey), come on this bitch, for real (hey, hey, hey)
For real (woah-woah-woah-woah), come on this bitch, for real

If I tell you the truth, you will disbelieve
Tell me, who was it, who stays (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
Full of Heineken in the fridge
And she said she likes me
But I don't have faith
Not for nothing, woman
I don't trust anyone
Your record label wants a sound that works
Guess who they call?

Huh, huh, huh (ahn), what a thing (ahn)
I'm releasing a hit, what a thing, yeah
Yeah! Since 2012 I decided to put my face on the track, ahn
You don't know anything about me
You don't know the place where I came from
You're not walking the streets of Rio
Smoking marijuana with your friends

Hey, fame grows fast
Haters arrive fast
This life has no super slow
Young Carlos with this super flow

That's our difference, bro
Money for money, yesterday I made it at the show
I have this money, I arrived first
You thought I only sang, you were wrong, silly
Come to the party and look at her
Tell me who rules Brazilian R&B
Ask your father for a blessing
Everything I do in life is for real

For real, come on this bitch, for real (for real)
For real (yeah), come on this bitch, for real (Hey, hey, hey)
Woo, woo (woah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah), check, check
Wow, woo, yeah, yeah

Woo, woo, check, check (talk to me, talk to me baby)
Wow, woo, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, check, check (talk to me, talk to me baby)
Wow, woo, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, check, check (for real, all for real!)