Black Uruhu

Black Uruhu

Black Uruhu

Yeah, my real Bomba Club Canovelles City volume eightYeah my real Bomba Club Canovelles City volumen eight
This is the music from the air, my dudes, yeah, manThis is the music from the air ma niggas, yeah, man

Oh, I’m back, I’m vibing, yeah, heyAo rebide I'm ribi divi daaa hey

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeahLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, ia
Hey, hey, heyEi, ei, ei

Broken microphone, mystic global sound, the rhythm of soulBroken microphone, mystic global sound the rithm of souul
Just me in my head, living inside BabylonReal my head alone, living inside on by Babilon

I dreamed that everything would changePor soñar soñé, que todo cambiaría
I thought about fighting cold-blooded without losing faithPor pensar pensé, luchar a sangre fría sin perder la fe
Living day by day. You go with the feeling that marked my symphonyViviendo el día a día. Vas con sentimiento que marcó mi sinfonía

Give bread to those who can’t eat, give blessings to those who know how to rise againDadle pan al que no puede comer, dadle bendición al que sepa renacer
We make three thousand mistakesTres mil errores solemos cometer
But only a great man will know how to own themPero solo un gran hombre los sabrá reconocer

And I realized so many thingsY me di cuenta de tantas cosas
Some harsh, others quite beautifulAlgunas crudas, otras bastante hermosas
They are the wisest, powerful peopleSon los más sabios, personas poderosas
Not those bastards who tear apart our proseNo aquellos bastardos que destrozan nuestras prosas

In the downfall, a bad situationEn la perdición mala situación
Staining your heart with your bad actionsDe manchar tu corazón, por tu mala acción
Give me a reason to give you my forgivenessDame una razón para darte mi perdón
I feel your soul burning like the smoke from this bluntSiento que tu alma se consume como el humo de este blunt

I spill poetryDerramo poesía
Art is the message I claim every dayArte mensajero que reclamo cada día
I try to be sincere, but I share my joyPretendo ser sincero, más comparto mi alegría
With every gentleman who keeps the pressure when we’re below zeroCon todo caballero que mantenga la presión cuando andamos bajo cero

Lost feelings with calm, bad deeds stained your soulSentimientos perdidos con calma, malos actos mancharon tu alma
No one asks for forgiveness who pulls the triggerNo pide perdón quien dispara el arma
Doesn’t know that a thief battles with karmaNo sabe que un ladrón se bate con el karma

Broken microphone, mystic global sound, the rhythm of soulBroken microphone mystic global sound the rythym of soul
Just me in my head, living inside BabylonReal my head alone, living inside on by Babilon

Once again, respect from volume eight, my dudes, on volume eightOne again the respect from volumen eight, ma niggas. on volume eight
This is Kion Studio, respectThis is Kion Studio, respect
Alright, alright, alrightAlright, alright, alright

Bad boy kills, criminal of sound is rich, money is a gun for meBad boy kills, criminal of sound are rich, money is a gun for meee
Respect the nation, belonging in times like thisRespect the nation, belong in time like this

Bad boy kills, criminal of sound is rich, money is a gun for meBad boy kills, criminal of sound are rich, money is a gun for meee
Respect the nation, oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laRespect the nation, oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

When I’m smoking from the Kion studioWhen I am smoking from the studio of Kion

I wanna gun and Pure Negga on the flowI wanna gun and Pure Negga on the flow
When a liva liva liva liva liva soundWhen a liva liva liva liva liva sound