Letra 'Boys on a cut' de 'Spm' traducida al español

[First Verse:]

I woke up quick, at around two
Jumped in my benz, picked up DJ Screw
Boys out there, makin' them tapes
Separate the real niggas from the fakes
My boy just got out, did a flat ten
And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen
My best friend, but time destroys all men
Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again
It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no money
I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from me
Somebody once said they wanna see me dead
The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head
I break bread with my killas in the H-TX
It's the SP-Mex, in the all black stretch
Known for my purity, pride, and security
A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry

[Chorus:]

Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuck
You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
Boys out there, slangin' that yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay

[2x]

[Second Verse:]

The time has come, and the day is here
Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin' year
I come from the head, it's the boy named Los
The one that got everybody on they toes
Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison
No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies
I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' Who killed Kenny?
For my Gangsta bitch, that I just met
She ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her set
I dance with the wolves, this is for my hood
Got the whole World fiendin' for the dope I cut

[Chorus]

[Bridge (Ayana M.):]

Fire......
We on fire.......
We ain't gone stop....
Droppin' these boooooombs.....

[2x]

[Third Verse:]

I was twelve years old, when I did my first jack
And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse back
With fifteen rocks, I bought my first car
Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar
It's like uno, dos, tres, young Happy Perez
Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legs
Boys talkin' down, but I give two fucks
Step in my face, I put you in an all-black tux
Layin' in a casket, hard as a rock
My lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and pop
Now how many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life I've been called a failure!
My freestyle flow, is so untouchable
I just got out the county jail two months ago
Now I'm in the studio, just like Julio
In the city where them bitches never won a Super Bowl
Man I can't stop, I'ma keep on droppin'
Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?
I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerina
Plus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamer
Now I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamer
Leave a mark in this game, ask Ted Indian
I don't give a fuck cuz every month I make a million

[Bridge]

[Primer Verso:]

Me desperté rápido, en torno a dos
Saltó en mi benz, recogió DJ Screw
Niños por ahí, makin 'les cintas
Separe los niggas verdaderos de los falsos
Mi hijo acaba de salir, hizo un piso diez
Y él no puede dejar estoy hablando de que la pluma
Mi mejor amigo, pero el tiempo destruye a todos los hombres
Ahora ya no me importa una mierda atacando de nuevo
No todo es bueno, pero no es missin 'no hay dinero
Sólo soy un maldito matón y usted no puede tomar nada de mí
Alguien dijo una vez que quiero ver mi muerte
La próxima semana se encontró al niño con dos agujeros en la cabeza
Que el pan con mis killas en el H-TX
Es la SP-Mex, en el tramo de negro
Conocido por mi pureza, el orgullo y la seguridad
Una casa cuesta tanto como un pedazo de mis joyas

[Estribillo:]

Porque los chicos de la corte no me importa un carajo
Usted viene hablando esa mierda, sus ojos se cerraron
Los niños por ahí, slangin "que yay
Sólo muthafuckas coño dicen que el crimen no paga

[2x]

[Segundo verso:]

Ha llegado el momento, y el día está aquí
Dos mil uno, es mi puto año

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