Translation of the song lyrics Mil Colores - Duki

Mil Colores (original)

ESKEREE!!!
We’re on my man
Larry the producer eskeree
M5 mami
Dice asi, yeah
Bruno está en la casa, Fede está en la casa (haha)
Mónica, Mónica, Mónica
Mónica, Mónica, Mónica
(Damn son)
Mónica, Mónica, Mónica, ahora todos quieren Mónica
Puta, fini cosmopolitan, llego a on fire como ponita
Su estilo feo me hace vomitar, yo to’s los veo son hipócritas
Son polizei, manejan poliza
Yo soy sensei, manejo pócimas
Les recomiendo mejor no imitar, yo soy entero negro, no mitad
En todo caso tengo dos mitades
Y son complementales como el Yin y el Yang
Tommy Gun Tommy Gun Tommy Gun
900 disparos like Tommy Gun
Entro sólo un minuto like Tommy Gun
Matando a la liga con to' my gang
I’m sorry your shawty volvió a mirar
I’m sorry your shawty volvió a mirar
No soy malo pero ella me pone mal
Vos malo pero-pero me da igual
Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos (¿qué les pasa?)
Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos (¿qué les pasa?)
Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos (¿qué les pasa?)
Yeah, ah, yeah
Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos
Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos
A que se debe esa cara de parto
Cada vez que entro al beat y lo parto
Con estudios no salía del cuarto
Sin estudios no salí de cuarto
No generan trabajo, son gastos
No me hago el loco, sé que soy Manston
Me fumé los tres dedos de Carlos
Cómo mierda no iba a ganarlo
Todos saben que estoy bendecido, y no tuve por qué ir y contarlo Ataco al
cuello, yo no ladro
Adicto a la street como un bad dog
Dientes dorados, castillos de mármol
Ladrón de botanas y las caras de blandos
Ahora quiero la cuenta en el banco
Bille-billetes verdes a nombre Lombardo
I don’t want die to you mallow, y si muero que sea en sus manos
Los brothers cocinan sin platos, cobrándole la vida al maltrato
La felicidad viene de a rato, dame seis ceros o no firmo el contrato
(Yeah)
Mil pupilas, mil colores
Muchas lunas, muchos soles
Ya no te extraño, no me llores
Van a venir tiempos mejores
Mil pupilas, mil pupa
Mucha lona, mucho trap
Yo estoy con mis brothers sky
Negro, sigo siempre high
Mejor no me llores, no me digas na'
Que ahora estoy bien en la mía y tengo cosas cosas pa' triunfar
Pra, pra, pra, pra, pra
Mucha money in my pocket on my bag

Mil Colores (translation)

ESKEREE!!!
We're on my man
Larry the producer eskeree
m5 mommy
It says so, yeah
Bruno is at home, Fede is at home (haha)
Monica, Monica, Monica
Monica, Monica, Monica
(damn son)
Monica, Monica, Monica, now everybody wants Monica
Whore, fini cosmopolitan, I come to on fire as a ponita
Her ugly style makes me vomit, I see them as hypocrites
They are polizei, they handle police
I am sensei, I handle potions
I recommend you better not to imitate, I am entirely black, not half
In any case I have two halves
And they are complementary like Yin and Yang
Tommy Gun Tommy Gun Tommy Gun
900 shots like Tommy Gun
I enter just a minute like Tommy Gun
Killing the league with to' my gang
I'm sorry your shawty looked again
I'm sorry your shawty looked again
I'm not bad but she makes me bad
You bad but-but I don't care
What the fuck is wrong with these white guys (what's wrong with them?)
What the fuck is wrong with these white guys (what's wrong with them?)
What the fuck is wrong with these white guys (what's wrong with them?)
yeah oh yeah
What the fuck is wrong with these whites
What the fuck is wrong with these whites
What is that face in labor due to?
Every time I go into the beat and break it
With studies he did not leave the room
Without studies I did not leave the fourth
They do not generate work, they are expenses
I don't play crazy, I know I'm Manston
I smoked Carlos's three fingers
How the fuck was I not going to win it
Everyone knows I'm blessed, and I didn't have to go and tell
neck, I don't bark
Addicted to the street like a bad dog
Golden teeth, marble castles
Snack thief and the faces of softies
Now I want the account in the bank
Green bills in the name of Lombardo
I don't want die to you mallow, and if I die let it be in your hands
The brothers cook without dishes, charging their lives to mistreatment
Happiness comes from time to time, give me six zeros or I won't sign the contract
(Yeah)
A thousand pupils, a thousand colors
many moons, many suns
I don't miss you anymore, don't cry for me
Better times are coming
A thousand pupils, a thousand pupa
A lot of canvas, a lot of trap
I'm with my brothers sky
Black, I'm always high
Better don't cry to me, don't tell me nothing
That now I'm fine in mine and I have things to succeed
Pra, pr, pr, pr, pr
A lot of money in my pocket on my bag