Текст и перевод песни SD Kong feat. Chicoes3 - Clarks de Cemento

Clarks de Cemento

(Lo traemos de serie)
Fuck al top, seven words
El caballo ganador, puta, soy yo (puta soy yo)
Ese es un bobo, aunque lo envuelva Polo
No hay sponsor, el dolor va con nosotros
Where's the money, bro? (broo)
En la niebla, en la misión
En un monovolumen llevando un bolsón
Es moonwalker, suena una de Nat King Cole
A mi hermanito le timbraba la Interpol, (yo what, what)
Todo negro, ese es mi Camo
Está bajo suelo en la montaña, oculto en frascos
Casco integral o encapuchado
Si me concentro mucho, me elevo del asfalto
Quien no conoce Dios, va a cualquier santo
Calla, puta, que te abro el telediario (entiendes?)
Tu tiempo se va acabando, fuck, bang!

Yao!
Todos muertos, clarks de cemento (all dead)
Debí verlo venir desde el primer momento (bang, bang)
Deambulo por Madrid giving samples
Es lo que tengo, eyo I lead by example (you know)
Homie took a plee deal
Nunca sabré how it feels
Lucho contra demons in my head, that make wanna kill
(They make me wanna kill)
A veces necesito proof
Quién eres tú? Dame tu luz (ufff)
La cruz pesa poco con visiones de loco
Desde el alcázar todo enfoco en un bazar de Morocco
Si te invoco, shit, soñamos sin cerrar los ojos
Se pone el sol, el cielo es rojo
Duermes en el fondo
No es tan malo en el fondo
You fuckin' with the head honchos
(Mothafucka')

Dile Dave
Lo que hay que ver
De esta mierda no les cubre el Goretex

Dile Dave
Lo que hay que ver
De esta puta mierda no les cubre el Goretex
(Mothafuckers')

You always had way with words...

Cement Clarks

(It's our standard fare)
Fuck the top, seven words
The winning horse, bitch, is me (bitch, it's me)
He's a fool, even if Polo wraps him up
No sponsor, the pain is with us
Where's the money, bro? (bro)
In the fog, on the mission
In a van carrying a bag
It's a moonwalker, a Nat King Cole song plays
My bro, Interpol was ringing him (yo what, what)
All black, that's my Camo
It's underground in the mountains, hidden in jars
Helmet or hood
If I concentrate hard, I rise from the asphalt
He who knows not God goes to any saint
Shut up, bitch, I'll put you on the news (get it?)
Your time is running out, fuck, bang!

Yao!
All dead, cement clarks (all dead)
I should have seen it coming from the very first moment (bang, bang)
I roam Madrid giving samples
It's what I have, eyo I lead by example (you know)
Homie took a plea deal
I'll never know how it feels
I fight demons in my head, that make wanna kill
(They make me wanna kill)
Sometimes I need proof
Who are you? Give me your light (ugh)
The cross weighs little with visions of a madman
From the fortress I focus everything on a bazaar in Morocco
If I invoke you, shit, we dream without closing our eyes
The sun is setting, the sky is red
You sleep in the deep
It's not so bad in the deep
You fuckin' with the head honchos
(Mothafucka')

Tell Dave
What have we here?
Goretex won't cover them from this shit

Tell Dave
What have we here?
Goretex won't cover them from this fucking shit
(Mothafuckers')

You always had way with words...