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Letra : Patatrac (english translation)
Woo!
2-0-1-5, 6, whatever it is, f**k
M, patatrac, patatrac
You know that my sh*t is hard, like crack? (Woo-woo)
The flow brings doors down, it runs like in Crank
When I drop a new track, you hear the bang like
Patatrac, patatrac, pata-
With my rap I don't teach you, I learn you
And I don't just leave a mark, I impale you
And I don't just f**k up, bro, I rip apart
And I don't just play tough, the flow is titanium
Keep calm, you're not going to fill the gap
You remain bold like Di Vaio, Di Canio
Give me everything that is to be won
Or I'm going to break my head for the cash
Like Supermario (woo)
Yes, Syrian hitman
Beats you up like a titan, or a pint of white Gin
A hit for each spliff we roll up
With the clique in your eardrum, we're clicking
We don't do fakе sh*t, we don't quit
'Cause we'rе not down with letting you win the game
We roll up the fifth, we go up like Icarus
You only beat us on the Inca on Egyptian calendar
Zero star faces
I talked with my bros about how to make up with her in the bar
Now we eat, we leave some Zar tips
You've got to get out of the way, you have to let us pass
I jump, I rap, and the stage is bouncing
I kill it, I get a lot of cash, you just a bag of pasta
I've got a criminal flow, but it is in the grace of the State
'Cause on the beat I'm in state of grace
My sh*t comes back even if it's dead, Samsara
You've a short life in rap, you're a mosquito
I keep going 'till I collapse, I'm a maniac
I come by and I don't leave you anything, Taz Mania
I drop the album and I wreck the place
I drink until I throw up on your toilet
I'm so high that I've dough in my mouth
And my d**k is a phantom limb (M, M)
2-0-1-5, 6, whatever it is, f**k
M, patatrac, patatrac
You know that my sh*t is hard, like crack? (Woo-woo)
The flow brings doors down, it runs like in Crank
When I drop a new track, you hear the bang like
Patatrac, patatrac, pata-
With my rap I don't teach you, I learn you
And I don't just leave a mark, I impale you
And I don't just f**k up, bro, I rip apart
And I don't just play tough, the flow is titanium
Keep calm, you're not going to fill the gap
You remain bold like Di Vaio, Di Canio
Give me everything that is to be won
Or I'm going to break my head for the cash
Like Supermario (woo)
Yes, Syrian hitman
Beats you up like a titan, or a pint of white Gin
A hit for each spliff we roll up
With the clique in your eardrum, we're clicking
We don't do fakе sh*t, we don't quit
'Cause we'rе not down with letting you win the game
We roll up the fifth, we go up like Icarus
You only beat us on the Inca on Egyptian calendar
Zero star faces
I talked with my bros about how to make up with her in the bar
Now we eat, we leave some Zar tips
You've got to get out of the way, you have to let us pass
I jump, I rap, and the stage is bouncing
I kill it, I get a lot of cash, you just a bag of pasta
I've got a criminal flow, but it is in the grace of the State
'Cause on the beat I'm in state of grace
My sh*t comes back even if it's dead, Samsara
You've a short life in rap, you're a mosquito
I keep going 'till I collapse, I'm a maniac
I come by and I don't leave you anything, Taz Mania
I drop the album and I wreck the place
I drink until I throw up on your toilet
I'm so high that I've dough in my mouth
And my d**k is a phantom limb (M, M)
