Marko Italia – Street Dose Lyrics
Artist: Marko Italia
Song: Street Dose
El carro cuatro puertas, pero putas caben cinco
A las 6 esperando el furgón del bingo
(?) un Q7 y no me dio pa un R8
Tuve un BMA compact antes de los 18
Nunca disparan pero hablan de la 9
De que matan gente, de que roban, de que mueven
No fui al cole y en la calle saqué un 10
Tú presumes de putas y tus putas tienen nuez
Si me pongo vintage me creo fat vegas
Barras demasiado gordas, te gastan los megas
Aquí el tiempo valе oro en el casio y en еl omega
No me llegan donde piso porque piso donde friegan
Tu compa es taleguero pero entró por multas
Tu pillas el tajo, yo sigo en la misma ruta
En mi zona acaba mal lo que empieza en disputa
Siempre tienen carro nuevo y no es por vender fruta
Hay que diferenciar original de secundario
Y es que hay dos Ronaldos, el primero fue Nazario
Esto es pa’ to el que se busca su salario
Y no pa’ los chivatos que cantan como canarios
Si mi familia está bien, ya soy millonario
Nevera llena, no burberry en el armario
Tú eres un sicario, pero sólo en escenarios
Cuando bajas de esa nube tú no suenas ni en tu barrio
Tú eres chota, amigo del comisario
Yo de un sólo golpe te la saco del estadio
Soy del barrio bajo, de los bloques, vecindarios
Aquí pa’ hacer dinero y pa’ gastarlo no hay horario
Si tiene cara ‘e cerda la parto como una hucha
Su cama es un tatami, no hay reglas para la lucha
No me busques ruinas anda, y ponme la capucha
Que tu novio va de tiburón, pero es un trucha
Mi madre me enseñó que si te hablan, escucha
La entiendo hasta por señas como salvatrucha
Tiene un pe’azo maletero aunque sea feucha
Ya no hay quien le quite las ganas, porque tiene muchas
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Street Dose Lyrics – English Translation
The four-door car, but wh#res can five
At 6 waiting for the Bingo van
(?) A Q7 and I did not give me a r8
I had a compact BMA before the 18
Never shoot but talk about 9
That they kill people, they rob, they move
I did not go to the school and on the street I took a 10
You presumes of wh#res and your wh#res have nut
If I get vintage I think fat vegas
Too fat bars, you spend the megas
Here the time valе gold in the casio and in omega
Do not come where apartment because apartment where they fried
Your company is TALEGUERO but entered by fines
You catch the Tagus, I’m still on the same route
In my area, what starts in dispute
They always have a new car and it is not by selling fruit
You have to differentiate original from secondary
And there are two Ronaldos, the first was Nazario
This is for the one who looks for his salary
And do not pa ‘the chivates that sing like canaries
If my family is fine, I’m already a millionaire
Full fridge, not burberry in the closet
You are a hitman, but only in scenarios
When you go down from that cloud you do not sound in your neighborhood
You are Chota, friend of the Commissioner
I just hit you from the stadium
I am from the low neighborhood, of the blocks, neighborhoods
Here to make money and pa ‘spend no schedule
If you have face ‘and sow the birth as a piggy bank
His bed is a tatami, there are no rules for the fight
Do not look for me ruins go, and put my hood
That your boyfriend goes from shark, but he is a trout
My mother taught me that if they talk to you, listen
I understand it up by signs as Salvatrucha
She has a pendazo trunk even though she is fiance
There is no one who takes away the desire, because she has many
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Marko Italia Lyrics – Street Dose
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From the album:
Street Dose [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021