Dias Grises Pt.2 Lyrics – GhettoBoy
Singer: GhettoBoy
Title: Dias Grises Pt.2
Yah, Ghetto- Boy
31, yah, 31
Dias grise’ no veo el color
Mi madre me dice no pierda’ la razón
La flecha del enemigo apunta a mi corazón
Después de romperme me pide’ perdón
Comeremos con las manos a falta de tenedor
Mente fría como el profesor
Lo dejamos todo atrás solo por amor
Amor a los billetes amor a la música
Y te miento si digo que eres única
Dime tú de que sirve presumir
Familias de mi barrio buscando sobrevivir
La gente de mi barrio buscando desayunar
Aquí solo hay paz en el mes de Ramadan
Nuestro padre leyendo lo’ verso’ del Coran
Que tenemos el queso solo falta el pan
Que tenemos la idea solo falta el plan
Protejo a la familia
Como un soldado a la patria
Los planes son perfectos
Jamás metemo’ la pata
Y protejo a la familia
Como un soldado a la patria
Los planes son perfectos
Jamás metemo’ la pata
One time Ghetto Boy where you’ve been
Cuando sales de la zona no sabemos na’ de ti
Metido en el estudio no paro de escribir
Metido en el estudio no paro de graba’
Me levanto temprano y llevo mi rezo
Soy espabilao’ no me gusta la pereza
Tengo grande’ plane’ dentro de la cabeza
Me la busco en la calle me la busco a la de calls
Sigo trabajando duro, pa’ que no falte de na’
Para pagar facturas, y ayudar a mi mamá
Sigo trabajando duro, pa’ que no falte de na’
Para pagar facturas, y ayudar a mi mamá
Mi frente en el suelo a la hora del Fajr
Un beso a mi mamá antes de salir
Mamá perdóname si esque soy un criminal
Pegado por el Dunya y engañado por el Sheytan
Por un trozo de gloria buscamos nuestras vidas
Sin drogas sin alcohol curando mis heridas
Generación 90, generación perdida
Voy a echarle cojones a la siguiente partida
En este mierda mundo buscamo’ una salida
Lo suyo es coticia y lo mio es ambición
Llegué sin tener nada me voy con el millón
En las manos de mi padre ampollas y sudor
Yo admiro a ese señor que llegó con su maleta
Una gran sonrisa llena de ilusión
Mantengo la cultura, familia y religión
Mantengo la cultura, familia y religión
Protejo a la família
Como un soldado a la patria
Los planes son perfectos
Jamás metemo’ la pata
Y protejo a la família
Como un soldado a la patria
Los planes son perfectos
Jamás metemo’ la pata
Yah, Dime ene
Real Child From The Block
Pisos blancos 31
Vallés Oriental
08, 470, 420
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Dias Grises Pt.2 – English Translation
Yah, Ghetto- Boy
31, YAH, 31
Dias Grise ‘I do not see the color
My mother tells me, do not lose ‘the reason
The arrow of the enemy points to my heart
After breaking, she asks me for ‘Sorry
We will eat with hands in the absence of holder
Cold mind like the teacher
We leave everything back only for love
Love to tickets love to music
And I lie if I say that you are unique
Tell me what it serves presum
Families of my neighborhood Seeking to survive
The people of my neighborhood looking for breakfast
Here there is only peace in the month of Ramadan
Our father reading the ‘verse’ of the CORAN
That we have the cheese just lack the bread
That we have the idea just lack the plan
Protect to the family
As a soldier to the homeland
The plans are perfect
Never metemo ‘La Pata
And protect to the family
As a soldier to the homeland
The plans are perfect
Never metemo ‘La Pata
One Time Ghetto Boy Where You’ve Been
When you leave the area we do not know ‘from you
In the study I do not stop writing
I got into the study I do not stop by Record ‘
I get up early and I take my prayer
I’m espabilao ‘I do not like laziness
I have great ‘plane’ inside the head
I am looking for it on the street I am looking for it to the calls
I’m still working hard, so do not miss Na ‘
To pay invoices, and help my mom
I’m still working hard, so do not miss Na ‘
To pay invoices, and help my mom
My forehead on the floor at the time of fajr
A kiss to my mom before leaving
Mom forgive me if esque am a criminal
Stuck by the dunya and deceived by the sheytan
For a piece of glory we look for our lives
Without drugless drugs healing my wounds
Generation 90, Lost Generation
I’m going to take hell on the next game
In this sh#t world I am looking for ‘a way out
His is cotitia and mine is ambition
I arrived without having anything I’m going with the million
In the hands of my father ampoules and sweat
I admire that man who came with his suitcase
A great smile full of illusion
I maintain culture, family and religion
I maintain culture, family and religion
Protect to the familia
As a soldier to the homeland
The plans are perfect
Never metemo ‘La Pata
And protect to the Family
As a soldier to the homeland
The plans are perfect
Never metemo ‘La Pata
Yah, tell me how
Real Child from The Block
White floors 31.
East Vallés.
08, 470, 420
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Lyrics GhettoBoy – Dias Grises Pt.2
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