Текст и перевод песни Yung Beef feat. OldPurp - Southside

Southside

Ayy, OldPurp
This is crazy
Su′ zorra' me aman
Me siento como un McLaren, me siento como un bolso Chanel
Cepa californiana, ropa italiana
La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger
Y que esa rata se vire es normal
Y que se vire, no le deseo el mal
Porque yo ya hice maldad, no soy Hare Krishna
Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma
Tu mamá con lágrima′
Tú no das la cara, matamo' a tu primo
La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma
Tengo muchas puta′, nunca es la misma
Menore′ que por mí perderían la vida
La droga a ti te mata, a mí me da la vida
Prefiero la muerte que un plan de huida
Si entra' a esta vida, bitch, no hay salida
Chúpala bien, dale má′ saliva
Face down, puta, el culo arriba
Redondea pa' arriba, la bitch ′tá encendida
Lo quería en el bollo, lo eché en la barriga
Y, mamá, las cosas ya no son como eran
Me tienen que aguantar aunque no quieran
Los menore' me dicen: "Beef, cógelo chill
Quédate con el baby, matamo′ por ti" (ayy, OldPurp)
Las cosa' ya no son como eran
Me tienen que aguantar aunque no quieran
Los menore' me aman, matan por mí
Cuando me muera no llore′ por mí
Su′ zorra' me aman
Me siento como un ′Rari, me siento como un bolso Chanel
Cepa californiana, ropa italiana
La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger
Y que esa rata se vire es normal
Pa' lo′ peque' tenemo′ Big Macs
Tienen maldad, no son Hare Krishna
Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma
Tu mamá con lágrima'
Tú no das la cara, matamo' a tu primo
La calle no cambia, siempre e′ la misma
Tengo muchas puta′, nunca e' la misma
Yo te mentí, lo admito
Mi música me ha converti′o en drogadicto
Pero estoy en santería, tú en sacrificio
Porque tengo ladrillo' como un edificio
Tengo familia que están en el vicio
Tú jode′ con mi negocio, me desquicio
Tengo par de puta' con pelo riza′o
Tengo par de puta' con el pelo liso
Mi familia es mi orgullo, es mi dinero
Te lo juro por Dio', no joda′ con eso
Mi mamá diciendo que no la quiero, y
Mi puta diciendo que no la quiero
Veinte puta′ comiéndome to' los huevo′
Me he gasta'o dos mil euro′ en unos vaquero'
No llaméi′ pa' arreglar, yo no soy mecánico
Bitch, yo soy el pánico, ya maté al loquero
Si los diamante' no son VVS no los quiero
Puta, tengo tiempo
De por vida, tengo un relojero
Tú está fingiendo que ere′ verdadero
Tengo un demonio en el babero
En el barrio me tienen amor verdadero
Que yo estoy en la′ mala', tú está′ en lo bueno
Que no gano nada cuando soy bueno, no, no
Tú no quería' entra′ a la casa y tuve que entrarle yo (patada en la puerta)
Que sus proteja Dio' (te tiro entre la ceja)
Tu fe se jodió
Le di cien gramo′ a mi hermano y nunca volvió
Tú pregunta' en el barrio, el Seco resolvió
Flipeaba, joseaba y al que debía nunca se olvidó (nunca se olvidó)
Ella nunca se olvidó
Su' zorra′ me aman
Me siento como un ′Rari, me siento como un bolso Chanel
Cepa californiana, ropa italiana
La calle me llama, aunque esté contigo yo lo voy a coger
Y que esa rata se vire es normal
Pa' lo′ peque' tenemo′ Big Macs
Tienen maldad, no son Hare Krishna
Te tiro en la barriga y sale por la crisma
Tu mamá con lágrima'
Tú no das la cara, matamo′ a tu primo
La calle no cambia, siempre e' la misma
Tengo muchas puta', nunca es la misma
Tú no quería′ entra′ a la casa y tuve que entrarle yo (patada en la puerta)
Sus proteja Dio' (te tiro entre la ceja)
Tu fe se jodió
Le di cien gramo′ a mi hermano y nunca volvió

Southside

Ayy, OldPurp
This is crazy
Your bitches love me
I feel like a McLaren, I feel like a Chanel bag
Californian strain, Italian clothes
The streets are calling, even if I'm with you, I'm gonna pick it up
It's normal for that rat to turn around
And let him turn, I don't wish him bad
Because I've already done bad things, I'm not Hare Krishna
I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through your head
Your mom in tears
You don't show your face, we killed your cousin
The streets don't change, they're always the same
I have many bitches, it's never the same one
Young ones who would lose their lives for me
Drugs kill you, they give me life
I prefer death to an escape plan
If you enter this life, bitch, there's no way out
Suck it good, give it more saliva
Face down, bitch, ass up
Round up, the bitch is on fire
She wanted it in her bun, I put it in her belly
And, mama, things aren't the way they used to be
They have to put up with me even if they don't want to
The young ones tell me: "Beef, take it chill
Stay with the baby, we kill for you" (ayy, OldPurp)
Things aren't the way they used to be
They have to put up with me even if they don't want to
The young ones love me, they kill for me
When I die, don't cry for me
Your bitches love me
I feel like a 'Rari, I feel like a Chanel bag
Californian strain, Italian clothes
The streets are calling, even if I'm with you, I'm gonna pick it up
It's normal for that rat to turn around
For the little ones, we have Big Macs
They have evil, they are not Hare Krishna
I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through your head
Your mom in tears
You don't show your face, we killed your cousin
The streets don't change, they're always the same
I have many bitches, it's never the same one
I lied to you, I admit it
My music has turned me into a drug addict
But I'm in Santeria, you're in sacrifice
Because I have bricks like a building
I have family who are in the vice
You mess with my business, I lose my mind
I have a couple of bitches with curly hair
I have a couple of bitches with straight hair
My family is my pride, it's my money
I swear to God, don't mess with that
My mom saying that I don't love her, and
My bitch saying that I don't love her
Twenty bitches eating all my eggs
I spent two thousand euros on some jeans
Don't call to fix, I'm not a mechanic
Bitch, I'm the panic, I already killed the shrink
If the diamonds ain't VVS I don't want them
Bitch, I have time
For life, I have a watchmaker
You're pretending to be real
I have a demon on my bib
In the neighborhood, they have true love for me
That I'm in the bad, you're in the good
That I don't win anything when I'm good, no, no
You didn't want to go into the house and I had to go in myself (kick in the door)
May God protect them (I shoot you between the eyebrows)
Your faith is fucked
I gave my brother a hundred grams and he never came back
You ask in the neighborhood, Seco solved it
He flipped, hustled, and never forgot who he owed (never forgot)
She never forgot
Your bitches love me
I feel like a 'Rari, I feel like a Chanel bag
Californian strain, Italian clothes
The streets are calling, even if I'm with you, I'm gonna pick it up
It's normal for that rat to turn around
For the little ones, we have Big Macs
They have evil, they are not Hare Krishna
I shoot you in the belly and it comes out through your head
Your mom in tears
You don't show your face, we killed your cousin
The streets don't change, they're always the same
I have many bitches, it's never the same one
You didn't want to go into the house and I had to go in myself (kick in the door)
May God protect them (I shoot you between the eyebrows)
Your faith is fucked
I gave my brother a hundred grams and he never came back