Translation of the song lyrics Puro - C.R.O

Puro (original)

Cordones desatados, los ojos achinados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Aunque no lo queramos, estamos involucrados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Son solo tardes con to' los chicos del barrio
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Soltando el humo por to' mi vecindario
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Oh, reparto con mi familia, son platos formando líneas
Mis gatos, su mala vida, lo gasto en marca y comida
Arrancando pa' la avenida, comprando droga y bebida
Mirando mal a esos niggas, la noche se pone real
Ni-ni-nigga, el tiempo me quiere ver mal
Veo gente alzando el dedo cuando quiero vacilar
Hay dinero que ganar, dinero que gastar
El barrio está llorando, otra vez volvió a pasar
Mi mierda es real, reformando cosa' serias
Habilidad infectada renacida de bacterias
Nigga, contrabando por la feria
Está creciendo el rencor y toda la puta miseria
Nigga, estamos dando la cara
Crecimos hartos de escuchar su porquería mala
¿Buscas estilo?
En el barrio te lo regalan
Tan pura la buena vida que se hace mala
Cordones desatados, los ojos achinados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Aunque no lo queramos, estamos involucrados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Son solo tardes con to' los chicos del barrio
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Soltando el humo por to' mi vecindario
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Puro (translation)

Laces untied, eyes slanted
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Although we do not want it, we are involved
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
It's just afternoons with all the boys in the neighborhood
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Releasing the smoke for all my neighborhood
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Oh, I share with my family, it's plates forming lines
My cats, their bad life, I spend it on brand and food
Starting for the avenue, buying drugs and drinks
Looking bad at them niggas, the night gets real
Ni-ni-nigga, time wants to see me bad
I see people raising the finger when I want to hesitate
There's money to be made, money to be spent
The neighborhood is crying, it happened again
My shit is real, reforming serious things
Infected ability reborn from bacteria
Nigga, bootlegging through the fair
The rancor is growing and all the fucking misery
Nigga, we're showing up
We grew sick of hearing your mean shit
Looking for style?
In the neighborhood they give it to you
The good life is so pure that it becomes bad
Laces untied, eyes slanted
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Although we do not want it, we are involved
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
It's just afternoons with all the boys in the neighborhood
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Releasing the smoke for all my neighborhood
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang