Letra traducida Outta Town Sh*t de Ghostface Killah al español (letra canción original y traducción)
Letras Traducidas
Artista / Grupo

Título de la canción

Busca una letra de una canción traducida al idioma que quieras! Letras traducidas al español, al portugués,...
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Outta Town Sh*t y otras muchas canciones de Ghostface Killah traducidas al español las podrás encontrar en Traduce Letras!
Además de la letra de la canción Outta Town Sh*t en español, también encontrarás Outta Town Sh*t traducida en portugués, en inglés, en francés, en alemán y otros.

Letra Outta Town Sh*t de Ghostface Killah original

I'm six foot two and a half
With shoes on make it three even
Been shot but I'm still breathing
Sent niggaz back to Pittsburgh
With they necks wrapped up no lie
See that's what happens when slugs fly
Doves cry when a thug dies
It might rain if you're a love guy
Glocks we tote 'em in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em
And going in we let the fiends hold 'em
Fake aliases, no driver's license or socials
But we cold cheek shit, so many hammers left the clerk speechless
Outdoors my niggaz is dirty
Rollin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange juice
Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets, Wallabees
Pea soup Clarks, music blastin', laughin' with the whip in park
Bodies for lunch, they eat those
Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep goin'

Hey man it's rough outside
Crack heads is buyin' all night
Handguns is necessary
Fuck around you might lose your life
Anywhere in and outta town B
The same every hood it's so real
That you gotta be on your grizzly
If not then you might get pideeled

Like one day right over a powerful dice game in Minnesota
We hit the mall up for kicks
Slid, in other words bounce, tip the chauffeur
To get that cheddar cheese back we lost from earlier
Get back the dices shaking, stretching my arm like Troy Aikman
What's in the bank? Nigga what? Twelve grand bowl 'em
No little shit on the floor roll 'em
That's what I do (sounds of dice shaking)
Six 'em girls, hit his kicks
I'm a still show that motherfucker he fish
Pound cake, beat that bitch
Holy smoke! I admire your roll
Two fours and a five, they all applause and he smiled
But confident me, yea I threw my twelve on the ground
Grab the dice, blew on 'em
Passed off the other thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em
Nigga move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a five?
Twenty or better y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody spread out!
Watch the magic number that my pretty hand let out
My first roll was one two four, picked 'em up
Somebody screamed out, “Tony Starks headed for the dust off!”
I'm like hell no I'm headed for the gun store
Punch you in your motherfuckin' face like Spongebob
Watched his face when he aced, the place got quiet
Bowled like twenty forty times, my arm got tired
Couldn't hit a point, not even a deuce
Took a swig of my man's goose
Anything just to give me a damn boost
Then out came a wonderful six
Holy shit! Stack that shit
Yo Trife Dies snatch that fuckin' cream quick
That was one one six, one sixteen point C
And I don't care about no motherfuckin' Royce Green
He pulled out, he pointed at me, I pointed at him
My main man pointed at them
They pulled their guns out and pointed at him
And crazy shells they was coming in

Hey man it's rough outside
Crack heads is buyin' all night
Handguns is necessary
Fuck around you might lose your life
Anywhere in and outta town B
The same every hood it's so real
That you gotta be on your grizzly
If not then you might get pideeled

This just in, breaking news
Today in Downtown Minnesota, a tragic shootout occurred at 5:23 pm
An alleged witness says things went haywire over a dice game
Two black males were shot in their buttocks
Leaving one critically wounded
Two others were pronounced dead on the crime scene
At a nearby hospital, three New York men are recovering
In stable condition but are being held under police supervision at this time
For on the spot coverage
Theodore TV, this is Dusty Williams signing off
Now back to Tony Starks already in progress

Letra Outta Town Sh*t de Ghostface Killah en español (traducción)

Soy de seis pies de dos años y medio
Con los zapatos hacen incluso tres
Recibido un disparo, pero estoy respirando todavía
Enviado de regreso a Pittsburgh niggaz
Con ellos el cuello envuelto no es mentira
Ver que es lo que sucede cuando las babosas vuelan
Palomas lloran cuando muere un delincuente
Que fuera a llover, si eres un chico el amor
Glock se tote 'em en las casas de empeño pertenecen en el que revende' em
Y va en lo que los demonios hold 'em
Alias ??falsos, sin licencia de conducir o eventos sociales
Pero que mierda fría mejilla, martillos tantos dejó sin palabras al secretario
Al aire libre mi niggaz está sucio
"El humo en el asiento de atrás bebiendo 'Rollin jugo de naranja
Bumping Blackstreet, carteras de gamuza, Wallabees
Pea Clarks sopa, la música de la ráfaga ', riendo con el látigo en el parque
Organismos para el almuerzo, comen los
Armas de fuego de la vieja escuela es como los viejos discos, limpiarlas y mantener Goin '

Hey hombre es desigual exterior
Piedreros está comprando toda la noche "
Armas de fuego es necesario
Joder es posible que pierda su vida
En cualquier lugar y ciudad del outta B
Lo mismo cada capilla es tan real
Que tienes que estar en el grizzly
Si no, entonces usted puede ser que consiga pideeled

Al igual que un día la derecha por un poderoso

Sólo entre todos podremos hacer de éste un sitio mejor :)

TraduceLetras.net - Copyright 2009 - Letras de canciones traducidas. Letras en espanol (castellano), letras en portugués, letras en inglés,... Contactar Aviso Legal
Páginas Amigas: Letras en español Letras de Canciones Acordes y Tablaturas Letras de Musica