Translation of the song lyrics Sobres - Jay Romero

Sobres - Jay Romero
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In the genre:Рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:16.03.2017
Song language:Spanish
Age restrictions: 18+

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Sobres (original)Sobres (translation)
Un, dos, tres, me espera el escenario One, two, three, the stage awaits me
Tengo el amuleto y el rosario I have the amulet and the rosary
Dice que es la hora que me rife He says it's time for me to rife
Pásame el mic súbele al beat, chinge su madre Pass me the mic, turn up the beat, fuck your mother
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Sobres, sobres envelopes, envelopes
Vine sin plata pero dame break a que cobre, cobre I came without money but give me a break so I can pay, pay
Donde estan los que reían y los que decían que eran los mejores, jores Where are the ones who laughed and those who said they were the best, best
Ya no los escucho hablar, que de criticar se quedaron pobres, pobres I no longer listen to them speak, that from criticizing they remained poor, poor
Ahora que voy pa' la cima y se quedan abajo, me piden favores, no man Now that I'm going to the top and they stay below, they ask me for favors, no man
Sorry, sorry Sorry, sorry
Vine sin plata pero dame break a que cobre, cobre I came without money but give me a break so I can pay, pay
Donde estan los que reían y los que decían que eran los mejores, jores Where are the ones who laughed and those who said they were the best, best
Ya no los escucho hablar, que de criticar se quedaron pobres, pobres I no longer listen to them speak, that from criticizing they remained poor, poor
Ahora que voy pa' la cima y se quedan abajo, me piden favores, no man Now that I'm going to the top and they stay below, they ask me for favors, no man
Hey hey
No sé hacer nada que no sea multiplicar (yeah) I don't know how to do anything other than multiply (yeah)
Discúlpame si les duele perder y a mi verme ganar Excuse me if it hurts to lose and see me win
No compitam contra mi que no pueden, yo los voy a crucificar Do not compete against me, you cannot, I am going to crucify you
Puro estilo mexicano, levanta las manos pa' representar Pure Mexican style, raise your hands to represent
Se creen importantes pero They think they are important but
Nadie los observa no one watches them
Se creen bien maleantes pero They think they're good thugs but
No valen pa' vergaThey are not worth the dick
Yo no muerdo manos aunque I don't bite hands though
Me llame su perra call me your bitch
Chamacos cagones pa' mí shitty kids for me
Como dice el Ferras As the Ferras says
Les dije que faltaba poquito pa' salir de la calle I told them that there was little left to leave the street
No me creyeron y ahora me lo maman, ahí esta el detalle They didn't believe me and now they suck me, there's the detail
Lo real solo reconoce real The real only recognizes real
Y yo no te reconozco homie, tú nunca has sabido ser leal And I do not recognize you homie, you have never known how to be loyal
Les dije que faltaba poquito pa' salir de la calle I told them that there was little left to leave the street
No me creyeron y ahora me lo maman, ahí esta el detalle They didn't believe me and now they suck me, there's the detail
Lo real solo reconoce real The real only recognizes real
Y yo no te reconozco homie, tú nunca has sabido ser leal And I do not recognize you homie, you have never known how to be loyal
Pasame el mic, súbele al beat, chingue su madre, yeah Pass me the mic, turn up the beat, fuck her mother with her, yeah
Sobres, sobres envelopes, envelopes
Vine sin plata pero dame break a que cobre, cobre I came without money but give me a break so I can pay, pay
Donde estan los que reían y los que decían que eran los mejores, jores Where are the ones who laughed and those who said they were the best, best
Ya no los escucho hablar, que de criticar se quedaron pobres, pobres I no longer listen to them speak, that from criticizing they remained poor, poor
Ahora que voy pa' la cima y se quedan abajo, me piden favores, no man Now that I'm going to the top and they stay below, they ask me for favors, no man
Yeah yeah
You know who it is You know who it is
Young Jay in the building Young Jay in the building
Yeah yeah
Young Haster, Young Haster Young Haster, Young Haster
JB Fam, perro JB Fam, dog
You know who we do You know who we do
My nigga My nigga
We kill it, we kill it, man We kill it, we kill it, man
We litwe lit
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