STREET FIGHTER Lyrics – Yung Beef
Singer: Yung Beef
Title: STREET FIGHTER
〈Letra de “STREET FIGHTER”〉
〈Verso 1: Jarfaiter〉
Nos bajamos al centro con to’ las putas pintas
Sin camiseta con la piel to’ llena tinta
Viviendo de la vente, escuchando La Venta
Igual que la escuchaban mis viejos en los 80
Tú aparentas pero eres un nenaza
Sabes que no te renta si el cable se me cruza
Me miran los mongolos cuando paso por la plaza
Yo les mandaba pa’l Antonio de Mendoza
No golpeé su maza, señora jueza
No tuve la suerte de crecer entre riqueza
Te tachan de gentuza, el mundo te rechaza
Me cago en sus muertos mas recientes y en su raza
Yo vengo de otro mundo, yo ya crecí robando
Te enchufo una pedrá’ no me hace falta Taekwondo
Me pone to’ cachondo, la hija del Raimundo
Pero no me la dá porque estoy to’l dia bebiendo
Y así me va la vida, yyo sigo con mi rumbo
Es una putada pero nunca tendré un Lambo
Ella se conforma con lo que hay en mis gayumbos
Me la suda lo que digan eso jambos
Fumando chocolate en la puerta de la catre
Todos hablan de nosotros pues que lo disfrutes
Eres el rey del Twitter, no te quiere ni Peter
Ya te enganché en la calle y me duraste tres cates
Golpeo gorrinos, Johan, Ruquel y Thorman
No queremos racismo en el barrio de Tetuán
Con el Adrián, el Jaime y la Hofman
Haciendo billetes desde los tiempos de Espinete (ay)
El primo dandole secardor, a la Arnete (Kinki)
Mójate quilete, tirones, movilete
Los menores haciendo jayos con la Soniquete (Ñium)
Puta yo soy del barrio yo nunca me equivoco (Ah, jaja)
A tu gato lo mandamos a por pipas al quiosco (lilón)
Tontico, yo ‘toy quemando Tico Tico
Le dije a tu puta de venirse y pegó un grito (ay!)
Quiero un cadenón con la cara ‘e Tutankamón
Me pongo to’ flamenco y te enchufo un pata’ón
Afana Alcalá Meco, yo voy pa’ La Modelo (ay)
Señora jueza, comame los huevos
Me pone to’ palote la mamá de Juanete
Pero no me lo dá, aunque ‘toy hecho un delincuente
f#ck it, porque somos delincuentes
〈Verso 3: Hakim Lemonhaze〉
What you know hermano
De meterle gitano
‘Tamos to’ broke
Va haber que dar palos
Subimos al punto en bici
Cogemos un gallino y llamamos a Stevie Lean
Dos volcando en la tablet, pa’ que la b#tch no hable
La gente me mira como que no he comi’o
Puta somos pobres pero te partimo’ el higo
A las ratchets las parto como a una weedow
La meto fuerte y bien seguido
La meto fuerte y bien seguido
Puta somos pobres pero te partimo’ el higo
A las ratchets las parto como a una weedow
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STREET FIGHTER – English Translation
〈”Street Fighter” letter〉
〈Verse 1: Jarfaiter〉
We get down to the center with to ‘the wh#res painting
No t -shirt with the skin to ‘fill ink
Living from La Vente, listening to the sale
Just like my old people listened to in the 80s
You appear but you are a baby
You know you don’t rent if the cable crosses me
The Mongolos look at me when I pass through the square
I sent them for Antonio de Mendoza
I didn’t hit his mace, lady judge
I was not lucky to grow between wealth
They tell you about gentuza, the world rejects you
I sh#t in their most recent dead and in their race
I come from another world, I already grew up stealing
I plug in ‘I don’t need taekwondo
It puts me to ‘h#rn#, Raimundo’s daughter
But she doesn’t give it to me because I’m about drinking
And so my life goes, and I continue with my course
She is a wh#re but I will never have a lamb
She is formed with what is in my gayumbos
She sweats me whatever they say that jambs
Smoking chocolate at the door of the cot
They all talk about us because you enjoy it
You are the King of Twitter, she doesn’t love you or Peter
I already hooked you on the street and I talked three cates
Gorrinos, Johan, Ruque and Thorman
We do not want racism in the Tetuán neighborhood
With Adrián, Jaime and Hofman
Making tickets from the time of spinet (ay)
The cousin giving him dryer, to the harness (Kinki)
Mojate quilete, pulls, movilete
The minors making joyos with the Soniquete (ñium)
I am from the neighborhood I am never wrong (ah, haha)
We send your cat for pipas to the kiosk (lilón)
Tricho, I ‘toy burning Tico Tico
I told your b#tch to come and she hit a shout (oh!)
I want a chain with my face ‘e tutekamón
I get to ‘flamenco and plug a paw
AFANA ALCALÁ MECO, I’m going to the model (ay)
Mrs. Judge, give me the eggs
PALOTE MAKES ME THE MOM OF JUANETE
But she doesn’t give it to me, although ‘a criminal made
f#ck it, because we are criminals
〈Verse 3: Hakim Lemonhaze〉
What You Know Brother
To put gypsy
‘We ta’ broke
You will have to give sticks
We climb to the point by bike
We take a gallino and call Stevie Lean
Two turning on the tablet, for the b#tch does not speak
People look at me like I haven’t begun
PUTA WE ARE POOR BUT I SITIM ‘THE FIGHT
To the rates childbirth like a weedow
I put the strong and well often
I put the strong and well often
PUTA WE ARE POOR BUT I SITIM ‘THE FIGHT
To the rates childbirth like a weedow
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Lyrics Yung Beef – STREET FIGHTER
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