More songs by Clarent
Description
Producer: 27LLebo
Vocals: Clarent
Producer: Jonniel Rythmz
Mastering Engineer: Machael
Producer: Nelsen
Mixing Engineer: Turbo G
Lyrics and translation
Original
¡Wuh!
Skrrt, skrrt. Yeah, Los Bares de la city.
Yeah, -ra-ra-bum, ra-ra-bum, bum, bum, bum.
-Desde que vio mi cadena, mi roleta, mi caleta, ella se enchuló el palé y solo dijo: "Oh, mai, llévame pa' donde sea, for life". Yo me quedo sin ser jeva.
Los Bares con las Bares, si tú me has visto con un coro 'e criminales.
Yo tengo tres AK abajo del mate del chalet, llego al bloque en tercera doblando sin las señales, la ganga con metales.
Por Miami en el Mondrian, tengo una caleta bien escondida.
Ayer tú me amabas porque dices que hoy me odias.
Yo no quiero love si nos odias, y en estas parodias de los bueyes yo vo'a hacer historia.
Del hotel después pa'l after, en una noche con el vale te ganaste.
Mil doscientos el astigo el que llevo puesta, plan A, yo no tengo plan de respuesta. Yo te pongo en four, en la Ford, dame un call.
Si tú quieres alcohol, dímelo y que licor. Yo me voy pa'l mall con ski y quince mil.
Yo te hago un refill, dime si quieres venir. Yo me muevo en GT3, yeah.
Las pacas son del momento, yo no subo TBT. Estaban faltando y yo del bloque los veté.
El broki tenía tres kilos en el bulto adentro del tren. Adentro del subway, I make it pay.
Si te pillan, le mandan con el Lacoste. El broki está posteado como poste.
Yo te costeo, bebé, lo que tú cueste.
Desde que vio mi cadena, mi roleta, mi caleta, ella se enchuló el palé y solo dijo: "Oh, mai, llévame pa' donde sea, for life".
Yo me quedo sin ser jeva, 'tá mal.
Tú te aprovechas 'e lo bueno y yo no soy bueno, el Draco con los senos, yo sí se lo sueno.
Si bajas el sombrero, el profe coge vuelo, si los pillo, los sueno.
Chequea mi expediente, yo no me comunico con ningún de estos tenientes. Yo sí vivo la pista y él no conoce el ambiente.
No me ronco de gangster, pero a mí me habla entre dientes, la pressure sí se siente.
De mi bebé no son límite, de quién mimite, no ponga límite, deja la timidez.
Yeah, Los Bares de la city, -yeah. -Yeah, dime, Turbo.
Los Bares de la city, ra-ra-bum, bum, bum, bum.
Yeah, yeah, dime, Turbo.
Yeah, Los Bares de la city, aquí es de nosotros. Que se salgan del medio, si no son Bares, la terta mente, la cae y la. . .
¡Ey!
English translation
Whoa!
Skrrt, skrrt. Yeah, the bars of the city.
Yeah, -ra-ra-bum, ra-ra-bum, boom, boom, boom.
-Since she saw my chain, my ball, my cove, she hit the pallet and just said: "Oh, mai, take me wherever, for life." I am left without being a girl.
The Bars with the Bars, if you have seen me with a chorus of criminals.
I have three AKs under the mate of the chalet, I arrive at the block in third turning without the signs, the bargain with metals.
In Miami at the Mondrian, I have a well-hidden cove.
Yesterday you loved me because you say that today you hate me.
I don't want to love if you hate us, and in these parodies of the oxen I'm going to make history.
From the hotel to after, in one night with the voucher you won.
Twelve hundred the baton I'm wearing, plan A, I have no response plan. I'll put you in four, in the Ford, give me a call.
If you want alcohol, tell me and what liquor. I'm going to the mall with ski and fifteen thousand.
I'll make you a refill, tell me if you want to come. I move in GT3, yeah.
The bales are of the moment, I don't upload TBT. They were missing and I from the block vetoed them.
The broki had three kilos in the package inside the train. Inside the subway, I make it pay.
If they catch you, they send you to Lacoste. The broki is posted as a pole.
I'll pay for you, baby, whatever it costs you.
Since she saw my chain, my ball, my cove, she grabbed the pallet and just said: "Oh, mai, take me wherever, for life."
I am left without being a girl, 'that's bad.
You take advantage of the good and I'm not good, the Draco with the breasts, I dream of it.
If you put your hat down, the teacher takes flight, if I catch them, I dream them.
Check my file, I don't communicate with any of these lieutenants. I do live the track and he doesn't know the atmosphere.
I don't snore like a gangster, but it speaks to me under my breath, the pressure is felt.
There is no limit for my baby, for whoever pampers, don't set a limit, let go of shyness.
Yeah, the bars of the city, -yeah. -Yeah, tell me, Turbo.
The bars of the city, ra-ra-bum, boom, boom, boom.
Yeah, yeah, tell me, Turbo.
Yeah, The Bars of the city, this is ours. Let them get out of the way, if they are not Bars, the third mind, the fall and the. . .
Hey!