Letra traducida Gangsta Shit de Ghostface Killah al español (letra canción original y traducción)
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Letra Gangsta Shit de Ghostface Killah original

(feat. Trife Da God & Tommy Whispers)

Intro: Trife Da God>
Uh-huh, let's go, knowhatimean
Lot of these muthafuckin' rappers
Talking alot of bullshit on these tracks
Youknowhatimean, they dry snitching, throwing indirect
Well this what we gon' 'do, man
We gon' flush all these rats out the system
Knowhatimean, set a few traps
Get they ass up out of here, yeah, yo

Trife Da God>
For all y'all niggaz with them Nextels, chirpin' and bleepin'
On them walkie talkies frontin', like y'all work for the precint
10-4 niggaz claiming they hustlers, soon as they cuff ya
In interrogation booths, y'all confessing like Usher
Do the crime, do the time, that's the way I was taught
And fuck surrending to jake, nigga, I'd rather get caught
You got these niggaz on camera, frontin' hard with they team
Wavin' they hammers, incriminating theyself on the screen
Roleplaying, imitating some movie they seen
That ain't gangsta, real gangsta niggaz generate CREAM
And now you wonder why the FEDS come knock me, infiltrating the system
Don't be suprised nigga, you let those cops in
Plus the record labels is watching, you think they gonna sign you?
You think they gonna put up that bread and get behind you
Reality check, stupid, let me remind you
All that try'nna push ya way through the door, deceased in 9-2

Chorus 2X: Trife Da God>
Yah-yo, yah-yo, this is that gangsta shit
Go 'head and roll ya window down and crank that shit
Whether ya red or blue, homey, bang yo click
My New York niggaz get money, and slam those bricks

Trife Da God>
In the hood, I'm a Legend like John, I've never been harmed
On the block shooting dice, holding bread in my palm
Gatten Island niggaz, yeah we got a fetish for arms
Berettas tucked in our leathers, strapped with terrorist bombs
Shorties, running around with more Gunz than Corey
Getting high off weed smoke, blowing your funds on forties
You'll be amazed how these rappers try to run with stories
This ain't a novel, muthafucka, this is guts and glory
Pain and struggle, the game will crush you, it's a everyday hustle
You want to eat, you better strain your muscles
Hopeless martyrs, afraid when approached by mobsters
With them grams, call me Sam the way I'm 'coachin'' 'carters'
With starters, listen homey we can never be partners
Don't get it twisted, handle business with my hands and revolvers
The grown man, that'll touch up your wig, like beauty parlors
Pop niggaz, like, how we pop bottles, you do the honors, nigga

Chorus 2X>

Tommy Whispers>
Spot you twenty points, and you still can't win
You can't compare Grey Go' to gin, you too thin
Ya'll niggaz is hubcaps fuckin' with big rims
If the shoe fit, then your foot in my timb
Masked up, hoodies and gems, I couldn't defend
Your title small, a deuce-deuce next to a rifle
The hackle'll snipe you, disconnect and dis-mic you
Disrespect your rivals, have you dancing like Michael
Moonwalker, uh-huh, platoon bark, goons in the dark
Only lights from the spark, boom-boom in the parks
Vocals in fumes from my darts, lead the roofs on the part
Fuck up your happy home, daddy's back with a chrome
Snatchin' ya throne, you mimicking, you actually cloned
Finish him, I'm crackin' ya bones, diminishing
Real terror, purple men, backed off pistoling
Like them papies uptown, them hammers is whistling

Chorus 2X>

Outro: Trife Da God>
Uh, yeah, 718, criminal grind, Theodore
Trife Da God, yo Slay, what up, my nigga?
Tommy Whispers, Kryme Life, youknowhatimeansaying
Money Come First, T.M.F. we getting money over here
Gatten Island niggaz, knowhatimean
Where the guns go off

Letra Gangsta Shit de Ghostface Killah en español (traducción)

(Feat. Trife Da Dios y susurros Tommy)

Intro: Trife Da Dios>
Uh-huh, vamos, knowhatimean
Muchos de estos muthafuckin raperos
Hablando un montón de mierda sobre estos temas
Youknowhatimean, se secan delación, lanzando indirectas
Bueno, esto lo que estamos gon 'hacer, el hombre
Gon 'vaciar todas estas ratas a cabo el sistema de
Knowhatimean, establecer algunas trampas
Conseguir que el culo hasta salir de aquí, sí, yo

Trife Da Dios>
Para todos los y'all niggaz con ellos Nextel, chirpin y bleepin '
En los walkie-talkies Frontin, al igual que todos ustedes trabajan para el precinto
04.10 niggaz alegando que los estafadores, el momento en que ya manguito
En las cabinas de los interrogatorios, y'all confesando como Usher
Cometer el crimen, no el tiempo, esa es la manera que me enseñaron
Y joder surrending a jake, nigga, prefiero quedar atrapado
Tienes que estos niggaz en la cámara, duro Frontin 'con que el equipo
Wavin 'que martillos, theyself incriminatorias en la pantalla
Juegos de Rol, imitando una película que se ve
Eso no es gangsta, real gangsta Niggaz generar CREMA
Y ahora usted se pregunta por qué el golpe me vienen FEDS, infiltrarse en el sistema
No se sorprenda nigga, que permiten a los policías en
Además, el

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