Текст и перевод песни Young Darhi - Tr3S

Tr3S

En el mundo existen 3 tipos de personas
Unos que son giles, otros que razonan
Los que se la tiran, no la piensan y perdonan
El ultimo que dije de una te destrona
En el carce siempre buscan, por eso es que salimos
Llega la droga pal' bloque, los míos dividimos
Uno la vende en el punto, si no la camino
Buscando el dinero, papi, vendiendo hasta fino
La droga la intercambio, hijo de papi por billete
Cuando tu estabas jugando play, yo con grillete
Desde menor toy' buscándomela, un cohete
Hacer tanta plata, pa' mi hermano los juguetes
De juguete sume peso, ahora compro yo pistola
La única que me defiende cuando queda cola
Un consejo de choro, no dejes la mami sola
Disparando barras que los parte como bola
Ya llego mi momento, ahora denme la torta
Hay tanta gente en el genero que no aporta
Siempre se los digo a la cara, no me importa
Par de envidiosos, pa' ellos tengo la corta
Acelera el beat, que ahora yo si me fui lejos
Ustedes cerveza, hijo, yo un tequila viejo
A los nuevo les digo que el camino es estrecho
Pero nunca paren porque yo nunca lo he hecho
Acelera el beat, que ahora yo si me fui lejos
Ustedes cerveza, hijo, yo un tequila viejo
A los nuevo les digo que el camino es estrecho
Pero nunca paren nunca porque yo lo he hecho

Three

In the world there are 3 kinds of people
Some are dumb, others are rational
Those who show off, don't think about it and forgive
The last one I said destroys you
In jail they always search, that's why we left
The drugs come to the block, my people divide it
One sells it on point, if not I walk it
Looking for money, daddy, selling even the good stuff
I exchange the drugs, son of a daddy for a bill
When you were playing a game, I was in shackles
Since I was young I've been looking for something, a rocket
To make so much money, for my brother's toys
Of playing I added some weight, now I buy the gun
The only thing that defends me when there's a line
A petty thief's advice, don't leave mom alone
Shooting bars that break them like a ball
My moment has come, now give me the cake
There are so many people in the genre who don't contribute
I always tell them to their face, I don't care
A couple of envious people, I have the sawed-off for them
Speed up the beat, because now I've gone too far
You beer, kid, I'm an old tequila
To the new ones I say that the path is narrow
But never stop because I never have
Speed up the beat, because now I've gone too far
You beer, kid, I'm an old tequila
To the new ones I say that the path is narrow
But never stop because I have