Translation of the song lyrics Guetto - Yulian

Guetto (original)

El guetto, lo' gunny, la moña de sour, la pila en el hoodie
La shorty, el booty, en mi cuello con hielo;
cancione' de Boogie
Sin compañia con prenda de rubí
Inteligencia no creo en su movie
Me mira a la cara yo le quito el tubi
Mafia me produce de lo 19
En el bulto la 9 con bala 38
La cara morada por la codeína, la puerta pa’rriba en
Lente Prada no me diga na', no te creo porque tu ere' rana
No tengo la culpa de nace en el bloque
Ta' rodeao' de mucha gente mala, ella mueve culo por lo Balenciaga
Pa' enrola la grama me pongo la baba (yeah yeah)
Toy' acotumbrao' a lo peine banana, tu te acotumbrate' a viví hablando baba
la grada subimo a lo octavo, con to' el dinero pero no se acaba
Me queme la mano por un par de amigo, que con el tiempo cambiaron la cara
No miro el precio de la ropa cara, to' eto' muelto' y bala ya no me acordaba
Triple cup, jarabe pa’la tos
Esta chip nadie me la enseño
Me persigno y reviso la glock, una leyenda como Hector Lavoe
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
Que se mueran to (fuck fuck)

Guetto (translation)

The guetto, the gunny, the moña de sour, the pile in the hoodie
The shorty, the booty, on my neck with ice;
boogie song
No company with ruby ​​garment
Intelligence I don't believe in your movie
He looks me in the face and I take off his tubi
Mafia produces me from the 19
In the package the 9 with a 38 bullet
The face purple by codeine, the door up in
Prada lens don't tell me anything, I don't believe you because you are a frog
It's not my fault I'm born on the block
She's surrounded by many bad people, she moves her ass for Balenciaga
To roll up the grass I put on the slime (yeah yeah)
I'm used to the banana comb, you got used to living talking slime
the tier went up to the eighth, with all the money but it does not end
I burned my hand for a couple of friends, who over time changed their faces
I don't look at the price of expensive clothes, I'm dead and bullet I no longer remembered
Triple cup, cough syrup
This chip no one taught me
I cross myself and check the glock, a legend like Hector Lavoe
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
That they die to (fuck fuck)