![96ERS - HOKE](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/32847560525453925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 29.09.2020
Song language: Spanish
96ERS(original) |
Yo, Brian Bo, solito por la ciudad |
Porrito de hash, polito de Ralph |
Los tengo otra vez detrás, watching my back |
Esos cerdos tienen sus ojos en mí, como Pac |
No llega al mes pero es for real |
True shit, na' de corte |
Hoodie XL, Tela tactel |
Conseguir la crema, ése es el deporte |
Ice de Los Ángeles y whiskhy del norte |
Luces y cruces, como en el closet |
Hablado morse, sacando las barras de los bloques |
Tú encuentra dónde y ponte |
Veo la vida en callejones like nombres debajo de nombres |
A mí mi jefe ni me saluda a esa altura y no sé lo que se |
Factura en jefatura, pero me la suda. |
(Eyo) |
No tengas dudas: si baja a la calle se la dejan pura |
Si sube al despacho no es como esas putas |
De la huerta hasta el puerto, de Patraix hasta el Cedro |
De las pistas al centro, de Torrefi hasta el pueblo.(Yes yo) |
Maratones en metro |
Callejones y tornos, esperando el momento |
Por si vienen los cops miran de derecha a izquierda |
Parece el Roland Garros, tos' vestidos de Lacoste (Low cost) |
Siguen escuchando, no rezando a Dios |
(translation) |
Me, Brian Bo, alone in the city |
Hash joint, Ralph's joint |
I have them behind again, watching my back |
Those pigs got their eyes on me, like Pac |
It does not reach the month but it is for real |
True shit, na' cut |
Hoodie XL, Tactel fabric |
Getting the cream, that's the sport |
Los Angeles ice and northern whiskey |
Lights and crosses, like in the closet |
Spoken morse, pulling the bars out of the blocks |
You find where and put yourself |
I see life in alleys like names under names |
My boss doesn't even greet me at that point and I don't know what I know |
Invoice at headquarters, but I sweat it. |
(Eyo) |
Do not have doubts: if it goes down to the street they leave it pure |
If he goes up to the office he is not like those whores |
From the orchard to the port, from Patraix to the Cedro |
From the slopes to the center, from Torrefi to the town. (Yes me) |
subway marathons |
Alleys and turnstiles, waiting for the moment |
In case the cops come, they look from right to left |
It looks like Roland Garros, all dressed in Lacoste (Low cost) |
They keep listening, not praying to God |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Whatever ft. HOKE, Williams Kaizari feat. Hoke | 2019 |
Humble Kids | 2020 |
Throw up (Offer 2) | 2019 |