Just Do It / El Jardín de las Delicias - Sule B перевод на английский

Just Do It / El Jardín de las Delicias

Started from the bottom como Drake,
Nosotros que salimos desde abajo ahora somos ley,
Lo pinto todo de negro. ¿What you say?
Generación just do it, puro Nike.
Me estoy follando el hype,
Se estan mirando en mi,
Conduzco como en drive,
Pero voy a por ti.
Lo tengo en la palma, eligiendo a dedo,
Tu cometiendo los fallos de fredo.
Cambia el fondo, pide un deseo,
Ser el mejor no creo, hago creyente al ateo.
No se una puta nota de solfeo,
Pero se lo que hay que hacer cuando se pone tan feo.
Vi de cerca el trapicheo, no alardeo,
En el queo, follandome a mi gata al gateo.
No me creo, mentiras de aquellos fariseos,
Mi musica no es musica pa oir en recreos.
Devolviendole pureza al genero,
Eso explica tus vellos de punta,
Te traigo el recuerdo de cintas,
La ilusion no la quita una puta.
Corto y cambio, recuerdo esos walkies,
Subiendo y bajando, llamame Rocky,
Me estaba retrasando pero tranqui,
Tengo trucos nuevos pa mezclar yerba y paki.
Con Sceno McClane, que me lo pone facil,
Vosotros los mejores. Pero casi,
Quieren quedarse a jackie por su clase,
Hacerme la de John Fitzerald y Onassis,
Me acostumbre a los focos,
Yo que en los cumples evitaba las fotos,
Yo que saldría de los Beatles por Yoko,
Te pinto las delicias... El bosco.

Just Do It / The Garden of Earthly Delights

Started from the Bottom as Drake,
We who come out from below are now law,
I paint everything black. What do you say?
Just do it generation, pure Nike.
I'm fucking the hype,
They are looking at me,
I drive as in...,
But I'm coming for you.
I have it in my palm, choosing by hand,
You're making Fredo's mistakes.
Change the background, make a wish,
I don't believe in being the best, I make the atheist a believer.
I don't know a fucking solfeggio grade,
But I know what to do when it gets this ugly.
I saw the trickery up close, not bragging,
In which, I fuck my cat while crawling.
I don't believe me, lies of those Pharisees,
My music is not music to listen to at recess.
Bringing purity back to the genre,
That explains your spiky hairs,
I bring you the memory of tapes,
The illusion is not taken away by a whore.
Cut and change, I remember those walkies,
Up and down, call me Rocky,
I was getting late but calm down,
I have new tricks... to mix weed and paki.
With Scene McClane, who makes it easy for me,
You guys are the best. But almost,
They want to keep Jackie for her class,
Playing the role of John Fitzgerald and Onassis,
I got used to the spotlights,
I used to avoid photos on birthdays,
I would leave the Beatles for Yoko,
I'll paint the delights for you... The Bosch.