Queens Vibes Lyrics – Golden Boyz
Singer: Golden Boyz
Title: Queens Vibes
Varoner:
Profeta como Jeru the Damaja
Siguen durmiendo y yo me estoy moviendo como el trafico en Panamá
Pensaste que el mundo es tuyo y terminaste en Canadá
Escuchar su mierda es un puto disgusto al paladar
Que es lo que pasa? yo tranqui en casa
Fumando un apestoso repasando archivos de la NASA
Tu no eres OG, tu no eres Smith and Wesson
Saquen sus materiales ya saben quienes volvieron
Pongo el rap de mi ciudad en orden
En su velorio suena “Rocket Love” de Stevie Wonder, Street Warriors
Bmk en tu chapa loco (?)
No te regalo datos si tapo mi cara en fotos
V.A.R.O.1 in the microphone now
Saca el sable y te hace el fade you got it
Cuando vienen los problemas corren como Bale Gareth
Pero cuando hay plata te limpian los pedales
Troubless:
Click-Clack entramos en la escena
Como polvo por tus fosas como champagne por sus piernas
Haciendo que sus raps simplemente queden para la mierda
“State of mind” Arquímedes: estructuras y jerga
Matemáticas y no te hablo de escuela
Chacales esperando que pises en falso ahí afuera
Jaqueca, ceguera, dolor de muela
En la esquina o a la vuelta
Gente muere por papel con gente muerta
Vuelvo de la guerra ganador, mi habitación desierta
Florecen pensamientos y otra vez maté otra crew de mierda
Voy al baño y otra vez sale otra crew de mierda
Yo no te pedi que me entiendas
Asi que, shut up and listen cicatrices que dejo en el mic
Cual bisectriz parto a esa b#tch y bye
Nacho pone la instrumental que estoy enfermo y me quiero curar
Pero me enferma mas saber que están cagando el rap
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Queens Vibes – English Translation
Varboner:
Prophet as jeru the damaja
They continue to sleep and I am moving like traffic in Panama
You thought the world is yours and you finished in Canada
Listen to his sh#t is a f#cking disgust to the palate
What’s going on? I tranquil at home
Smoking a stinky reviewing NASA files
You are not OG, you are not Smith and Wesson
Take out their materials already know who they returned
I put the rap of my city in order
At its wire it sounds “Rocket Love” by Stevie Wonder, Street Warriors
BMK in your crazy sheet (?)
I do not give you data if I take my face in photos
V.A.R.O.1 IN THE MICOPHONE NOW
Take out the saber and make you the fade you got it
When they come the problems run as Bale Gareth
But when there is silver clean them the pedals
Troubles:
Click-Clack We entered the scene
Like dust for your pits like champagne for your legs
Making your raps simply run for sh#t
“State of Mind” Archimedes: structures and jargon
Mathematics and I do not talk about school
Chacales waiting for you to step in false out there
Jaqueca, blindness, grinding pain
In the corner or around
People die by paper with dead people
I’m back from the winning war, my deserted room
Flowers thoughts and again I killed another crew of sh#t
I go to the bathroom and again another crew of sh#t comes out
I did not ask you to understand me
So, shut up and listen scars that I leave in the mic
Which bisector delivered to that b#tch and bye
Nacho puts the instrument that I am sick and I want to heal
But I get sick more than knowing that they are shitting the rap
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Lyrics Golden Boyz – Queens Vibes
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