Shagohod Lyrics – Nico Miseria
Singer: Nico Miseria
Title: Shagohod
Esta canción está dedicada
Para todos los profesores que me dijeron que nunca llegaría a nada
Para la gente que vivía en los bloques alrededor del parque
Que llamaba a la policía cuando simplemente intentábamos hacer un poco de dinero
Y para todos mis hombres que siguen en la lleca
Sabes lo que quiero decir, nena (It’s all good, baby baby)
Altamente respetado en todo el Estado
Por mi estado mental claro y mi tono pesado
Entenderlo es complicado y más yendo drogado
Aprenderlo es religión o morirse atontado
Altamente criticado en todo el condado
Por la mala fama que me colgaron
Entiende lo que he sufrido y por lo que hemos pasado
No he venido a jugar, estoy hablándote claro
Fuertemente respaldado por los curtidos
Y los odiados, el otro costado
Entenderlo es reclamarlo y así fue como andamos
Paso a paso y después coronamos (Gimme the loot!)
Claramente traicionado por mis hermanos
Los más queridos, compraron el ramo
Entenderlo es admitirlo y eso es complicado
Transmitirlo es mi legado y exprimir el llano
Sin medios, ni sellos, ni marcas si vamos pa’ arriba si lo gastamos
Sin nombre ni caso en visitas ni letras escritas por otro
Vamos pa’lante, no hay quien nos quite
Sin casa ni estudio ni Latin Grammy
Estoy hablándote directamente, sin putos intermediarios
Lo que siento es lo que oyes, sin mánager ni relojes caros
Ni carros blindados si brillo callado
No hay quien me saque de mi estado mental
Porque yo mismo me lo he creado
Sin oro ni sangre en las manos
Mi premio es mi hermano
Y lo que hemos pasado
El que camina a pasos
No soy yo sino el suelo que piso, contempla mi fracaso
Rellename el vaso y si acaso yo te paso el faso
No es mi caso, no es mi problema, es tu retraso
Lo que oyes son antiguos imperios que caen
Y mi alma inflándose
No vine por ti ni por el oro porque ya era mío (Gimme the loot!)
Suben las mareas pero el agua nace de los putos ríos
Vienen y frontean pero no se dan cuenta de que ya me he ido
Nunca estuve más que pa’ los míos
Y pa’ pasar el frío del llano
Ese que te mata y te revive arrepentido
Esa es mi casa, no hay nada parecido
Cuando salí del hangar el tanque bípedo ya estaba encendido
Altamente respetado en todo el Estado
Por mi estado mental claro y mi tono pesado
Entenderlo es complicado y más yendo drogado
Aprenderlo es religión o morirse atontado
Altamente criticado en todo el condado
Por la mala fama que me colgaron
Entiende lo que he sufrido y por lo que hemos pasado
No he venido a jugar, estoy hablándote claro
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Shagohod – English Translation
This song is dedicated
For all the teachers who told me that I would never get to anything
For people who lived in the blocks around the park
That he called the police when we just tried to make a little money
And for all my men who continue in the LLAC
You know what I want to say, babe (it’s all good, baby baby)
Highly respected throughout the state
For my clear mental state and my tone heavy
Understanding it is complicated and more going drugged
Learning it is religion or died stunned
Highly criticized throughout the county
For the bad fame that they hung me
Understand what I have suffered and for what we have passed
I have not come to play, I’m talking to you clear
Strongly backed by tanned
And the hate, the other side
Understanding it is to claim it and that’s how we’re like
Step by step and then COUNCOME (Gimme The Loot!)
Clearly betrayed by my brothers
The most beloved, they bought the bouquet
Understanding it is to admit it and that is complicated
Transmit it is my legacy and squeeze the plain
Without means, nor seals, nor marks if we go to the top if we spend it
Unnamed or case in visits or letters written on the other
Let’s go, there is no one who takes us off
Homeless no study nor latin grammy
I’m talking directly, without f#cking intermediaries
What I feel is what you hear, without a manager or expensive watches
Neither armored cars IF silent brightness
There is no one to take me out of my mental state
Because I created myself myself
Without gold or blood in the hands
My prize is my brother
And what we have passed
The one who walks
I’m not me but the floor that flat, contemplates my failure
Fill me the glass and if perhaps I pass the phase
It’s not my case, it’s not my problem, it’s your delay
What you hear are ancient empires that fall
And my soul infant
I do not see for you or by gold because it was mine (Gimme The Loot!)
Up the tides but the water is born from the f#cking rivers
Come and bontean but do not realize that I’ve already gone
I was never more than for mine
And pa ‘pass the cold of the plain
That kills you and it revires you repentant
That’s my house, there’s nothing similar
When I left the Hangar, the biped tank was on
Highly respected throughout the state
For my clear mental state and my tone heavy
Understanding it is complicated and more going drugged
Learning it is religion or died stunned
Highly criticized throughout the county
For the bad fame that they hung me
Understand what I have suffered and for what we have passed
I have not come to play, I’m talking to you clear
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
Lyrics Nico Miseria – Shagohod
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