Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Humble Kids, artist - HOKE
Date of issue: 05.02.2020
Song language: Spanish
Humble Kids(original) |
Stress Academy, brillando desde alevín |
Pero mi pa, ya nadie sabe na' de mí |
Me dicen bruh, métete hermano, got it Bill |
Estoy fumando magrebí, apunta, another kill |
Sanz, en el siguiente ve a por siete mil |
Si quiere, que llame que yo le esperaré, chill |
Has de saber quién es tu padre como Anakin |
Seis en el buzón, en el Whatsapp más de mil |
Tete, eres un bufón, solo un arlequín |
Check it, métele presión, puto humble kids |
Desde peque, fronteando beats del Shadowville |
Escucha prim, prim, keeping it real |
Es por amor, ni por fame, ni por hoes, ni por bling bling |
24/7 estoy viviendo en un film |
Con las barras bien sucias y la gorra bien clean |
Con el oro en el botín |
120 Km esquivando los reflejos de la civil |
No sé cuánto daban por ti |
Yo lo que pude dar lo di |
Me viniste a matar y bah, sin protestar morí |
Confiesa de una vez si vas conmigo o a por mí |
Confiesa de una vez si vas conmigo o a por mí (kill kill kill) |
Saca ese gold chain de dos talegos en el clip |
Y luego empéñalo para pagar los clicks hijo de puta |
A mi morir ya no me preocupa |
Sueno strictly como un disparo en la nuca |
Me lo llevo como Michael Cooper |
Pa' la calle con la chupa |
Los chivatos vigilándome con lupa |
y ni se inmuta |
Conoce la ruta, evita rotondas, radares y multas |
(translation) |
Stress Academy, shining from alevín |
But my dad, no one knows anything about me anymore |
They call me bruh, get in bro, got it Bill |
I'm smoking North African, take aim, another kill |
Sanz, in the next go for seven thousand |
If you want, call me and I'll wait for you, chill |
You have to know who your father is like Anakin |
Six in the mailbox, in WhatsApp more than a thousand |
Tete, you are a buffoon, just a harlequin |
Check it, put pressure on it, fucking humble kids |
Since I was little, fronting Shadowville beats |
Listen prim, prim, keeping it real |
It's for love, not for fame, not for hoes, not for bling bling |
24/7 I'm living in a movie |
With the bars very dirty and the cap very clean |
With the gold in the booty |
120 km dodging the reflections of the civilian |
I don't know how much they gave for you |
I gave what I could give |
You came to kill me and bah, without protesting I died |
Confess at once if you are going with me or for me |
Confess at once if you go with me or for me (kill kill kill) |
Get that gold chain out of two bags in the clip |
And then pawn it to pay for the clicks son of a bitch |
Dying no longer worries me |
I sound strictly like a shot in the back of the head |
I take it like Michael Cooper |
Pa' the street with the suck |
The informers watching me with a magnifying glass |
and he doesn't even flinch |
Know the route, avoid roundabouts, speed cameras and fines |