Текст и перевод песни Robot - Cuentas Claras

Cuentas Claras

La calle empieza a generar
Money mobs and make money rain
Los míos sólo quieren gastar
Aquí no hay ley, we make money rain
La calle empieza a generar
Money mobs and make money rain
Los míos sólo quieren gastar
Aquí no hay ley, we make money rain
Camino hacia mi ataúd then you wanna fight
Papi, hay muchos como tú que les gusta hablar
Me and god, not the money
Ya no hay hielo, honey
Isn't rolling Chronic adentro de mi KingSize
Mami, sé no hay nada sólo hubo cuentas claras, ah
El Bussiness de la madrugada
Mi cabeza Fucked Up,
Enrolo marihuana (that's right) ah, a ver si el humo ahora me calma
Hay que trabajar, hay que generar (generar)
Hay lobos en la calle y te querrán tragar, ah
Hay que invertir, hay que recuperar
Hay que saber forjar si lo va a fumar, yeh
From the west side ah, keeping ganstá
Ahora a la venta la mejor merca
Mi toque apesta, toda la yeska,
Tengo a mis cuervos en la esquina alerta (that's right, motherfucker)
La calle empieza a generar
Money mobs and make money rain
Los míos sólo quieren gastar
Aquí no hay ley, we make money rain
La calle empieza a generar
Money mobs and make money rain
Los míos sólo quieren gastar
Aquí no hay ley, we make money rain
That's your set, mi receta, ojeras en la banqueta, wa
Pero más cash en la cartera
Aquí no existe el hubiera
Y si sí existiera, ah
Papi, tú ya no existieras
In a (???) fame is for out the game (west gold)
La aplicaste una vez, no la vuelve a hacer,
Yo... Enrolo my weed, I'm rolling otra vez (otra vez)
Me alejo del lío pa acercarme al jet (prrr)
Enrolo fé, fumo fé, genero fé (genero fé)
You know my name, el humo es el que me ve (él me ve)
Ella se enojó porque no le marqué (biatch)
Lo siento, bebé, pues tengo que comer
Yeska from the jungle, con los pies descalzos
Entre más dolor más éxito en los pasos
Ya no quiero blanco, sólo lleno el banco
Mi familia rica por la música o atracos (that's right, motherfuckers)
La calle empieza a generar
Money mobs and make money rain
Los míos sólo quieren gastar
Aquí no hay ley, we make money rain
La calle empieza a generar
Money mobs and make money
Sólo, sólo quieren gastar
Aquí no hay ley, we make money rain
Getting high, motherfuckers

Cuentas claras

The street starts to generate
Money mobs and make money rain
Mine only want to spend
Here there is no law, we make money rain
The streets start to generate
Money mops and make money rain
Mine only want to spend
Here there is no law, we make money rain
Walking towards my coffin then you wanna fight
Daddy, there are many like you who like to talk
Me and god, not the money
There is no ice anymore, honey
Isn't rolling chronic inside my KingSize
Baby, I know there is nothing, just clear accounts, ah
The business of the early hours
My head is fucked up
I roll marijuana (that's right) ah, to see if the smoke will calm me down now
We have to work, we have to generate (generate)
There are wolves in the street and they want to swallow you, ah
We have to invest, we have to recover
We have to know how to forge if you are going to smoke it, yeah
From the west side ah, keeping gansta
Now on sale the best product
My touch stinks, all the coke
I have my ravens on the corner alert (that's right, motherfucker)
The street starts to generate
Money mobs and make money rain
Mine only want to spend
Here there is no law, we make money rain
The street starts to generate
Money mops and make money rain
Mine only want to spend
Here there is no law, we make money rain
That's your set, my recipe, dark circles on the sidewalk, wa
But more cash in the wallet
There is no "would have been" here
And if it existed, ah
Daddy, you wouldn't exist anymore
In a (???) fame is for out the game (west gold)
You applied it once, you don't do it again.
I... I roll my weed, I'm rolling again (again)
I get away from the mess to approach the jet (prrr)
I roll faith, I smoke faith, I generate faith (I generate faith)
You know my name, the smoke is what sees me (it sees me)
She got mad because I didn't call her (biatch)
I'm sorry, baby, I have to eat
Cocaine from the jungle, barefoot
The more pain, the more success in the footsteps
I don't want white anymore, I just fill the bank
My family is rich because of music or robberies (that's right, motherfuckers)
The street begins to generate
Money mobs and make money rain
Mine only want to spend
Here there is no law, we make money rain
The street starts to generate
Money mobs and make money
Only, only want to spend
Here there is no law, we make money rain
Getting high, motherfuckers