Masters Lyrics – Psydin Atómiko
Singer: Psydin Atómiko
Title: Masters
Yo
Ye
Pou, pou
Dark side
Kriminals m#th*rf#ck*rs
A.R.K. 1{?}
Num têm pica, num têm rimas
Num têm fé
Num têm flow, num têm skill, num têm tropas també
Num ‘stá pronto pa nu agir {?}
Hip hop agora é tudo face
Luta, thugs e movimento e muita moca se assemelha
Hey boy, Estúdio Gangster
Liga o microfone, representa
Não gasto mais tinta da caneta
Nem um tolo atura a tua conversa
Pateta!
Tu calado és um poeta
Deixa-te andar, falar por falar
Um dia a puta vai-te chamar:
“Blá, blá!
Como estás? Comé que tens passado?”
Já não tás, és passado…
Não tentes correr atrás do meu flow, motherwack
Eu ponho-te a correr no scratch até riscares a track
Ayô black, eu não sou do tuga rap
Merda connosco não fica pela k7
Cuidado a andar na rua, nobody got your back
n#gg# dá de fuga quando ouvires o click-clack
I love stress, eu não stresso
Yes, my boy
Studio Gangster
(2 x)
Yo, yo
Psydin e Halloween
Masters de crime
Escobar, Al Capone {?} de regime
E se te metes com o nosso caminho {?} desastre
Puta madre, luta, salva o corpo {?} padre
Ah canadja
Nos {?}conto de fadja
Luta, fuma padja
E na street nunca espadja
{?} na cara
Bala nunca dispara
m#th*rf#ck*r é midjor bu pára em bo encara
Zambuja, Barruncho
Num é pior que cuncho{?}
Rap que num {?} é 100% puro
Mundo da gira
Street life nunca respira
Mete com nós, yo
Bu vida {?}
Halloween, Halloween
Na scene
Mais um granda
Psydin n#gg# size ye
Nego Noias
Zambuja, Barruncho num tá {?}
(2 x)
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
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Masters – English Translation
Yo
Ye
Pou, pou
Dark Side
Kriminal m#th*rf#ck*rs
A.R.K. 1{?}
Have no pica, in one they have rhymes
No faith
Num have a Flow, they do not have skill, they have no troops too
In a ‘sta ready pa nu acir {?}
Hip hop is now all face
Fight, thugs and movement and lots of moca resembles
Hey Boy, Gangster Studio
Connect the microphone, represents
No more pen in paint
Not a foolish takes your conversation
Goofy!
You are a poet.
Let yourself go, speak for speaking
One day the b#tch will call you:
“Blah, blah!
Such as? What do you have past? ”
You’re no longer, you’re past …
Do not Try to Choose After My Flow, Motherwack
I put you running on scratch up to scratch
Ayô Black, I’m not from Tuga Rap
sh#t with us not stay by k7
Care to walk on the street, Nobody Got Your Back
n#gg# gives from escape when you hear the Click-Clack
I love stress, I do not stress
YES, My Boy
Studio Gangster
(2x)
Yo, yo
Psydin and Halloween
Crime masters
Escobar, Al Capone {?}
What if you met with our way {?} Disaster
b#tch Mother, fight, saves the body {?} Priest
Canadja ah
{?} Fadja Tale
Fight, smoke padja
And on Street never sworn
{?} in the face
Bullet never shoots
m#th*rf#ck*r is Midjor Bu stops at Bo
Zambuja, Barrunch
Ns is worse than cushion {?}
Rap that in a {?} Is 100% pure
Spin
Street Life never breathes
Mete with us, yo
BU Vida {?}
Halloween, Halloween
SCENE
Plus a big
Psydin n#gg# Size Ye
Nego Noias
Zambuja, Barrunch in a Tá {?}
(2x)
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
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Lyrics Psydin Atómiko – Masters
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