Mil Colores

A Thousand Colors

Mil Colores

(Boombox Production)(Boombox Production)
SkereSkere
What up, my manWhat up, my man
Larry the producer, skereLarry the producer, skere
M5 mamiM5 mami
That's how it goes, yeahDice así, yeah
Bruno is in the house, Fede is in the houseBruno está en la casa, Fede está en la casa
Mónica, Mónica, MónicaMónica, Mónica, Mónica
Mónica, Mónica, MónicaMónica, Mónica, Mónica
Damn sonDamn son

Mónica, Mónica, MónicaMónica, Mónica, Mónica
Now everyone wants MónicaAhora todos quieren Mónica
Bitch, classy and cosmopolitanPuta, fina y cosmopolitan
I arrive on fire like PonytaLlego a on fire a como Ponyta
Her ugly style makes me vomit, I see them all, they're hypocritesSu estilo feo me hace vomitar, yo tos' los veo, son hipócritas
They're police and handle policiesSon police y manejan poliza
I'm a sensei, I handle potionsYo soy sensei, manejo pócimas
I recommend you better not to imitateLes recomiendo mejor no imitar
I'm whole, black, not halfYo soy entero, negro, no mitad
In any case, I have two halvesEn todo caso tengo dos mitades
And they are complementary like Yin and YangY son complementales como el Yin y el Yang
Tommy Gun, Tommy Gun, Tommy GunTommy Gun, Tommy Gun, Tommy Gun
900 shots like Tommy Gun900 disparos like Tommy Gun
I enter just a minute like Tommy GunEntro sólo un minuto like Tommy Gun
Killing the league with all my gangMatando la liga con toa' my gang
I'm sorry, your shawty looked backI'm sorry, your shawty volvió a mirar
I'm sorry, your shawty looked backI'm sorry, your shawty volvió a mirar
I'm not bad but she makes me feel badNo soy malo pero ella me pone mal
You're bad but I don't careVos malo pero pero me da igual

What the hell is wrong with these white people (what's wrong with them?)Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos (¿qué les pasa?)
What the hell is wrong with these white people (what's wrong with them?)Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos (¿qué les pasa?)
What the hell is wrong with these white people (what's wrong with them?)Qué mierda le pasa a estos blancos (¿qué les pasa?)
Yeah, ah, yeahYeah, ah, yeah

What the hell is wrong with these white peopleQué mierda le pasa a estos blancos
What the hell is wrong with these white peopleQué mierda le pasa a estos blancos
What's with that labor faceA que se debe esa cara de parto
Every time I enter the beat and break itCada vez que entro al beat y lo parto
With studies, I didn't leave the roomCon estudios no salía del cuarto
Without studies, I didn't leave the roomSin estudios no salí de cuarto
They don't create jobs, they're expensesNo generan trabajo, son gastos
I'm not playing dumb, I know I'm ManstonNo me hago el loco, sé que soy Manston
I smoked Carlos' three fingersMe fumé los tres dedos de Carlos
How the hell wasn't I going to winCómo mierda no iba a ganarlo
Everyone knows I'm blessedTodos saben que estoy bendecido
And I didn't have to go and tell itY no tuve por qué ir y contarlo
I attack the neck, I don't barkAtaco al cuello, yo no ladro
Street addict like a bad dogAdicto a la street como un bad dog
Golden teeth, marble castlesDientes dorados, castillos de mármol
Snack thief and soft facesLadrón de botanas y las caras de blandos
Now I want the account in the bankAhora quiero la cuenta en el banco
Green bills in Lombardo's nameBilletes verde' a nombre 'e Lombardo
I don't want to die to you mallow, and if I die, let it be in your handsI don't want die to you mallow, y si muero que sea en sus manos
The brothers cook without dishes, charging life for abuseLos brothers cocinan sin platos, cobrándole la vida al maltrato
Happiness comes from time to time, give me six zeros or I won't sign the contractLa felicidad viene de a rato, dame seis ceros o no firmo el contrato
(Yeah)(Yeah)

A thousand pupils, a thousand colorsMil pupilas, mil colores
Many moons, many sunsMuchas lunas, muchos soles
I don't miss you anymore, don't cry for meYa no te extraño, no me llores
Better times will comeVan a venir tiempos mejores

A thousand pupils, a thousand colorsMil pupilas, mil colores
Many moons, many sunsMuchas lunas, muchos soles
I don't miss you anymore, don't cry for meYa no te extraño, no me llores
Better times will comeVan a venir tiempos mejores

A thousand pupils, a thousand soresMil pupilas, mil pupa
A lot of canvas, a lot of trapMucha lona, mucho trap
I'm with my sky brothersYo estoy con mis brothers sky
Black, I'm always highNegro, sigo siempre high
Better don't cry for me, don't tell me anythingMejor no me llores, no me digas na'
Because now I'm fine on my ownQue ahora estoy bien en la mía
And I have things to succeedY tengo cosas cosas pa' triunfar

Pra, pra, pra, pra, praPra, pra, pra, pra, pra
A lot of money in my pocket on my bagMucha money in my pocket on my bag