Текст и перевод песни Suite Soprano con ChicoES3 - Mierda Sticky

Mierda Sticky

Quieren groove y quieren love, quieren verme sin control
Quieren hip y quieren hop, quieren ser Soprano hoe's
¿Buscan hits? Los hago yo. Traigo mil estilos bro,
Tienen feeling por mi boli cómo Alí por hacer K.O.
Wao, Buenos chicos de Scorsese
De Niro, Pesci y Liotta, disparando frases
Hablando de esta street, puliendo códigos
Buscando la mejor merca pa fabricar líricas
Tu solo enciende el mic, that shit se pulió en un corro
Nena te pongo high, no hay ley, luchamos en el barro
Yo solo busco un ring, tú quieres ser la experta
Que sabe de mí, lo que otras le cuentan
Chicos de barrio, vidas sencillas
No traje champán, traje mis lágrimas
Vidas de animales... droga en calcetines
Dime por cuanto te vendes, lo he traído en efectivo.

Dios está en mi, mierda sticky
Te hablo crocanti, el cielo gratis
Esas bitches saliendo de la suite
Me pongo Black Milk
Me lio un weed manino
Coño saben no se jode con Soprano
Siguiendo ese coche como De Niro
El vicio pone el efectivo facilísimo
No tengo precio, estamos vendidos
Chicos fríos como Enero
Con to' el viento en el jepeto
Os veo abajo, con su tanga en mi tendedero
No hago deporte, hago dinero
Estoy ocupado fumándome el tiempo
Estoy ocupado con sus tetas enfermo
Puto Lacruz, Valencia furcia centro

Quieren lyrics, quieren flow, quieren sexo sin condón
Quieren hard y quieren soft, quieren de mi dick blowjob
Buscan de tu bolsa y ¡no!, sólo mi palabra es pro
Vienen por mi líquido pero solo les doy vapor
Tú sólo dame un beat, un Seat, another hit de un porro
Yo te devuelvo un hit, a pic, paisaje de tus morros
Yo sólo busco un fin, es fina la línea, muy corta
Acostarme con las ganas de ti y despertarme con otra
Se pillan por mí como dedo a la puerta
Me pillé por ti como tren a la muerta
En ambos casos duele, más sólo el segundo es drama
Y al final acabó desnuda en mi cama la más suelta
Os lo juro que buscaba amor y fracasé
Mi escudo son excusas, aunque todas me las se
Son siempre similares, salgo con hambre de bares
Sombras dicen olvidar es chungo para este Marqués

Mierda Sticky

They want groove and they want love, they want to see me out of control
They want hip and they want hop, they want to be Soprano hoe's
Are they looking for hits? I make them. I bring a thousand styles bro,
They have a feeling for my pen like Ali for doing a K.O.
Wow, good guys from Scorsese
De Niro, Pesci and Liotta, shooting phrases
Talking about this street, polishing codes
Looking for the best shit to make lyrics
Just turn on the mic, that shit was polished in a chorus
Baby I get you high, there's no law, we fight in the mud
I just want a ring, you want to be the expert
Who knows about me, what others tell her
Kids from the neighborhood, simple lives
I didn't bring champagne, I brought my tears
Animal lives... drugs in socks
Tell me how much you're selling yourself for, I brought it in cash.

God is in me, sticky shit
I speak to you crunchy, heaven for free
Those bitches coming out of the suite
I put on Black Milk
I roll a weed man
Pussy they know not to mess with Soprano
Following that car like De Niro
Vice makes cash very easy
I have no price, we're sold out
Kids as cold as January
With the wind in their faces
I see you down there, with your thong on my clothesline
I don't do sports, I make money
I'm busy smoking time
I'm busy with her sick boobs
Fucking Lacruz, Valencia hooker center

They want lyrics, they want flow, they want sex without a condom
They want hard and they want soft, they want a blowjob from my dick
They come for your bag and no! Only my word is pro
They come for my liquid but I only give them vapor
Just give me a beat, a Seat, another hit from a joint
I'll give you back a hit, a peak, a landscape of your lips
I only look for an end, the line is thin, very short
To go to bed with the desire for you and wake up with another
They get caught on me like a finger in a door
I got caught on you like a train to death
In both cases it hurts, but only the second is drama
And in the end the most easy-going one ended up naked in my bed
I swear I was looking for love and I failed
My shield is excuses, although I know them all
They are always similar, I go out to bars hungry
Shadows say forgetting is hard for this Marquis