Текст и перевод песни Young Darhi - Is Back 2

Is Back 2

Prr, prr, prr (Pa, pa)
Ah (Pa, pa, pa)
Jetsaai, okay
Yah, yah (Tirense muchacho-o-o-o)

Atención les voy a contar
Que yo tengo la historia de unos par
Chipetazo te van a dar
En la cintura siempre cargo el metal
Muchacho el anormal y la mente que tengo no es normal
Hoy yo me visto formal y debajo pistola pa' disparar

Tratan de encontrarme los sapo', la yuta
Corriendo los bloques, poderes y frutas
Se me pone astuta, la sutra disfruta
Acuérdate que Pablo movía la ruta
Movía la coca y la marihuana
Bajaban los kilos y nadie sapiaba
Al sapo la lengua allí se cortaba
Y mientras la calle el perro aquí lava
Las cosas son fuertеs, la realidad mata
Se muerе el que intenta, se muere el que trata
Hoy día cualquiera te sale una rata
Amigo, infieles, eso si te mata
Amigos se fueron por un par de gata'
La vida es un reto, de esto se trata
El ghetto te mata, disparo a las pata'
Pa' dejarte vivo otro mado chiplaca

Pasto en exceso, no dejo 'e fumar
El dinero que no pare 'e bajar
La música no me vai a dejar
Si lo mío fortaleza va a dar
Pasto en exceso, no dejo 'e fumar
El dinero que no pare 'e bajar
La música no me vai a dejar
Si lo mío fortaleza va a dar

Atención les voy a contar
Que yo tengo la historia de unos par
Chipetazo te van a dar
En la cintura siempre cargo el metal
Muchacho el anormal y la mente que tengo no es normal
Hoy yo me visto formal y debajo pistola pa' dispa— (okay, okay)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa (ay, ay, ay)

Prra
Young Darhi, Ubzh
Jetsaai
Yah, yah, yah (prra)
Pa-pa-pa-pa, Ubzh (prra, prra)
Jetsaai

Is Back 2

Prr, prr, prr (Pa, pa)
Ah (Pa, pa, pa)
Jetsaai, okay
Yah, yah (Tirense muchacho-o-o-o)

My attention, I will tell you
That I have the story of a couple
They will give you a shot
In my waist I always carrying the metal
Boy, the abnormal and the mind that I have is not normal
Today I dress formal and underneath a gun to shoot

They try to find me, the snitches, the police
Running the blocks, powers, and fruits
It gets cunning for me, the sutra enjoys it
Remember that Pablo was moving the route
He was moving the coke and the marijuana
The kilos would come down and nobody would know
The snitch's tongue would be cut there
And while on the street the dog washes it here
Things are hard, reality kills
He who tries dies, he who treats dies
Nowadays, anyone can become a rat
Buddy, unfaithful, that will kill you
Friends left for a couple of girls
Life is a challenge, that's what it's all about
The ghetto kills you, I shoot at the paws
To leave you alive for another day, mado chiplaca

Weed in excess, I don't stop smoking
The money that doesn't stop coming down
The music that won't let me down
If my thing is going to give strength
Weed in excess, I don't stop smoking
The money that doesn't stop coming down
The music that won't let me down
If my thing is going to give strength

My attention, I will tell you
That I have the story of a couple
They will give you a shot
In my waist I always carrying the metal
Boy, the abnormal and the mind that I have is not normal
Today I dress formal and underneath a gun to shoot— (okay, okay)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa (ay, ay, ay)

Prra
Young Darhi, Ubzh
Jetsaai
Yah, yah, yah (prra)
Pa-pa-pa-pa, Ubzh (prra, prra)
Jetsaai