Translation of the song lyrics Bricks del Futuro - yung beef, Seko The Real

Bricks del Futuro (original)

PXXR GVNG, PXXR GVNG
Espinardo
Alternative Records
Bricks del futuro
Seko El Real
en la music
Seko boy, baby, aka Young Beef
Joseando en el ghetto, siempre estuve ahí
Gastando chavos con los panas, siempre estuve ahí
Tú sabe', en la lleca no hay amigo'
Quien me conoce a mí sabe lo que digo
En la traphaus, cooking cocaine
Siempre hustling, making money
En la esquina con el perico, pasando hierba
Tico-tico, no pararé hasta ser rico
Si no entiendes, te lo explico
Diles, primo Seco, que estamos por encima
Estamo' adelantao', esto e' otra liga
Con bricks del futuro, importa’os desde Colombia
Eso es puro, en el punto no se fía
Empaca esa maleta, que hoy viene el pana
Pésalo, prepáralo, que él viene con lana
Nunca se pierde, aquí siempre se gana
Esta noche lo contamo' y lo gastamo' ya mañana
Cocaína y marihuana (Uh)
Joseando desde la mañana (Woh)
Pa' tu prima y pa' tu hermana
Esto es maleanteo, mamá (Lo sabes)
Son ladrillo' del futuro (Son ladrillo', son ladrillo', del futuro, mami)
Son ladrillo', son ladrillo' del futuro (Seko boy, baby, aka Yung Beef)
Vivo en el futuro y tú estás condena’o al rebufo
Yo la aprieto, y tú te queda' aquí
Joseando en el ghetto siempre he esta’o ahí
Cuando money con los Gs, siempre he esta’o ahí
Yung Beef, baby
Si voy pal futuro, sigo estando aquí
Seco The Real, y Seco El Falso
Me siento igual en Lamborghini que descalzo
Si estoy con tu gata no la doy descanso
Y ahora to’s quieren ser trap, pero no tienen traphaus, uuh
Y los ratero' quie’n cantar, pero tienen que dar cacho
Porque esto va por rango'
Tú sabes disparar, pero yo la cargo
Conexión criminal, de Graná' a Espinardo
Cocaína y marihuana (Uh)
Joseando desde la mañana (Woh)
Pa' tu prima y pa' tu hermana
Esto es maleanteo, mamá
Son ladrillo' del futuro (Son ladrillo', son ladrillo')
Son ladrillo', son ladrillo' del futuro

Bricks del Futuro (translation)

PXXR GVNG, PXXR GVNG
thornard
Alternative Records
bricks of the future
Seko The Real
in the music
Seko boy, baby, aka Young Beef
Joseando in the ghetto, I was always there
Spending money with the friends, I was always there
You know', in the lleca there is no friend'
Who knows me knows what I say
In the traphaus, cooking cocaine
Always hustling, making money
In the corner with the parakeet, passing grass
Tico-tico, I won't stop until I'm rich
If you don't understand, I'll explain
Tell them cousin Seco that we're above
We're ahead, this is another league
With bricks of the future, import'os from Colombia
That's pure, at the point you don't trust
Pack that suitcase, the corduroy is coming today
Weigh it, prepare it, he comes with wool
You never lose, here you always win
Tonight we count it and we spend it tomorrow
Cocaine and marijuana (Uh)
Joseando since the morning (Woh)
For your cousin and for your sister
This is thug, mom (You know)
They are bricks from the future (They are bricks, they are bricks from the future, mommy)
They are brick', they are brick' of the future (Seko boy, baby, aka Yung Beef)
I live in the future and you are condemned to the slipstream
I squeeze it, and you stay here
Joseando in the ghetto I've always been there
When money with the Gs, I've always been there
Yung Beef, baby
If I go to the future, I'm still here
Seco The Real, and Seco The False
I feel the same in Lamborghini as barefoot
If I'm with your cat I don't give her rest
And now everyone wants to be a trap, but they don't have a trap house, uuh
And the thieves who sing, but they have to give a piece
Because this goes by rank'
You know how to shoot, but I load it
Criminal connection, from Graná' to Espinardo
Cocaine and marijuana (Uh)
Joseando since the morning (Woh)
For your cousin and for your sister
This is thug, mom
They are bricks of the future (They are bricks, they are bricks)
They are brick', they are brick' of the future