Tony Touch — What's That [?Que Eso?] tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "What's That [?Que Eso?]", wykonawca: Tony Touch.
Tekst piosenki
Took spanish one for four years, just so you know
Spit my shit right here
Óigame, malo muchacho
Mos Def con Tony Flaco, el idioma que yo hablo
Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow
B-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, bro
You know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo
Habichuelas negras, arroz amarillo
Yo soy suave viejito, campeón nacional como Tito
Bringin the heat bro, unique when I speak yo Doin my Way like Carlito, beats by M-A-S-E-O
From Panama to Puerto Rico, play my jam on Caliente noventa y siete
On the expressway, and press play, see what ya neck say
Duro siempre, para mi gente, ganamos
Se acabóvenga vamos, corillo, alcen las manos
Blowin ya spot like I got toast
A lotta MC’s is Def, but they not Mos, and not close
Understand it when I shine, all your light is through
Ya niggas wack in one language, I’m nice in two, fuck is you
Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido
Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos
Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino
Del mundo, cuando junto, quéprofundo
Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido
Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos
Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino
Corillo, so my street folk come unidos
I got chips, to Ziploc grips to burst
Non-conventional, original B-Boy, my peeps call me Merc'
I’m from N.Y.C., so see why in me There’s a lot of hustlin, found around my cheek
Sippin strawberry daq, that ain’t never been fucked
Try to catch me off balance, man, you shit outta luck
Cuz we got more rams, and I drivin y’all
Got the people like the jams, more live than y’all
I’m wit Tone Touch, while ya all touched in the head
Such a lethal combination, got you facin the red
And um, yo, you don’t want no parts in that
You style so pussy, last name should be Cat
We takin it back, like flea stacks and pylons
Wit the ladies in a frenzy, runnin they nylon
Reveal flesh to test, cuz I love bruisin 'em
Treat my battles like my children nigga, I’m never losin 'em
Aiyo, what’s that? You don’t know, that’s my sound yo No one can rock it like this, we put it down yo For who? Black, white, purple or brown yo It’s Mos, De La, and Touch, we hold the crown yo Pero what’s that? You don’t know, that’s my sound yo No one can rock it like this, we put it down yo For who? Black, white, purple or brown yo So all my street folk come on gather round yo Pardon me son, but the only Spanish I knew, was dame un beso
Cut bitches wit niggas, who nettin the peso
Ya breathin on beats like this, if you say so I stay sippin on God theories, so where the case yo?
Wait flow on four floors like film edits
Fuck sayin the name, you read it in the credits
Sit that ass down on my lyrics
We servin niggas up some beans and rice, everything is everything
Heavy metal thing, rock, wit Mos and Pos and us Written flows get broke down by the comas
From L.I. lawn, I green shit up in my wallets
To fly the wrong places, and get red like scarlet
How I dollar it, I just earn the say
So when the itchy itchy come, I satisfy the crave
And let it fall a little too much
I let Tone touch my ears to let the bullshit disappear
Pa' 'fuera, tu no sabe, mi manera
Native tongue, puttin it down, donde quiera
De La, Mos Def wit a candela
Borinquen, que bonita bandera
Respect the architect or be next to catch a pela
I send ya all runnin home to your abuela
Cash rap over a beat or acapella
Kick a wicked rhyme like a fortune teller
This fella, se pone feo quando llego
I still be shoutin out cats in San Diego
I’m still in effect, and I’m still doin the huevo
I still be putting it down, till I’m a viejo
Man, you can’t tell me nuthin about the juego
I told ya suckas before, leggo my eggo
Yet you insist upon playin wit fuego
But I catch you on the rebound, hasta luego, pendejo
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Przez cztery lata uczyłem się hiszpańskiego.
Spit my shit right here
Óigame, malo muchacho
Mos Def con Tony Flaco, el idioma que yo hablo
Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow
B-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, bro
Znasz mojego stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo
Habichuelas negras, arroz amarillo
Yo soy suave viejito, campeón nacional como Tito
Bringin the heat bro, unique when I speak yo doing my Way like Carlito, beats by M-A-S-E-O
From Panama to Puerto Rico, play my jam on Caliente noventa y siete
On the expressway, and press play, see what ya neck say
Duro siempre, para mi gente, ganamos
Se acabóvenga vamos, corillo, alcen las manos
Blowin ya spot like I got toast
Wiele MC ' s jest Def, ale nie Mos, i nie blisko
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Ya niggas wack in one language, I ' m nice in two, fuck is you
Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido
Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos
Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino
Del mundo, cuando junto, quéprofundo
Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido
Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos
Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino
Corillo, so my street Folks come unidos
Mam żetony, żeby pękły uchwyty na suwak.
Niekonwencjonalny, oryginalny B-Boy, moi ludzie nazywają mnie Merc'
Jestem z N. Y. C., więc zobacz, dlaczego w moim policzku znajduje się wiele naciągaczy.
Sippin strawberry daq, that ain ' t never been fucked
Spróbuj mnie złapać z równowagi, człowieku, masz pecha
Bo mamy więcej Baranów, a ja was poprowadzę.
Got the people like the jams, more live than y ' all
I ' m wit Tone Touch, while ya all touched in the head
Co za zabójcza kombinacja.
I nie chcesz mieć w tym żadnej roli.
Jesteś taka Cipa, nazwisko powinno brzmieć Cat.
Zabieramy go z powrotem, jak stosy pcheł i pylony.
Wit the ladies in a frenzy, runnin they nylon
Ujawnić ciało do badania, bo kocham bruisin ' em
Traktuj moje bitwy jak moje dzieci nigga, I 'm never losin' em
Aiyo, co to jest? Nie wiesz, to mój dźwięk. Black, white, purple or brown yo It 's Mos, De La, and Touch, we hold the crown yo Pero what' s that? Nie wiesz, to mój dźwięk. Czarny, biały, fioletowy czy brązowy yo so all my street folk come on gather round yo Pardon me son, but the only Spanish I knew, was dame un beso
Cut bitches wit niggas, who nettin the peso
Wdychasz takie bity jak ten, jeśli tak mówisz, ja popijam teoriami Boga, więc gdzie ta sprawa?
"Wait flow on four floors like film edits"
Fuck saying the name, you read it in the credits
Sit that ass down on my lyrics
We servin niggas up some beans and rice, everything is everything
Heavy metal thing, rock, wit Mos and Pos and us Written flows get broke down by the comas
Z L. I. lawn, i green shit up in my wallets
Latać w złe miejsca, i dostać czerwony jak szkarłatny
"How I dollar it, I just earn the say"
Więc kiedy przychodzi swędzenie swędzenie, zaspokajam pragnienie
And let it fall a little too much
I let Tone touch my ears to let the bullshit disappear
Pa '' fuera, tu no sabe, mi manera
Język ojczysty, odłóż to, donde quiera
De La, Mos Def wit a candela
Borinquen, que bonita bandera
Szanuj architekta, albo Złap pela.
Odsyłam Was wszystkich do domu, do twojej babci.
Cash rap over a beat or acapella
Kick a wicked rhyme like a fortune teller
Ten facet, se pone feo quando llego
I still be shoutin out cats in San Diego
"I' m still in effect, and I 'm still doing the huevo"
I still be putting it down, till I ' m a viejo
Człowieku, nie możesz mi nic powiedzieć o juego
Mówiłem wam, frajerzy, leggo mój eggo
A jednak nalegasz na grę w dowcip fuego.
Ale złapię Cię na odbiciu, hasta luego, pendejo