CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dip (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)
I can see the world unclearly through plexiglass
As if someone had turned off all the lights after being angry
I feel in the dark, looking for walls with my hand
I got f**king glaucoma again
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man
I respect the people of the courtyards, I throw SPZ chrome on the wall
Another guy wears a holster, tell me where the f**k do you have that gun?
I'm going to the front, bar bazooka, I'm going first like Yuri Gagarin
Monsieur, pardon, beaten pots, Dom Pérignon, Dom Pérignon
I dеflate the Reebok, pressurizе the blocks
Mine do it from the heart, yours only for show
The shell has broken into several parts, it's just a simple shell
Without a plume, logo, sticker, it looks worse than a cheap whore
I don't know what's going on anymore and maybe it's a game, a show of menacing faces
f**ked up at other people's cinemas, they sound good, but it's not a movie
I have the ingredients, I make a dip, I know the prescription to the gram
Chips crack under my teeth, and it was so sharp in the commercials
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man
As if someone had turned off all the lights after being angry
I feel in the dark, looking for walls with my hand
I got f**king glaucoma again
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man
I respect the people of the courtyards, I throw SPZ chrome on the wall
Another guy wears a holster, tell me where the f**k do you have that gun?
I'm going to the front, bar bazooka, I'm going first like Yuri Gagarin
Monsieur, pardon, beaten pots, Dom Pérignon, Dom Pérignon
I dеflate the Reebok, pressurizе the blocks
Mine do it from the heart, yours only for show
The shell has broken into several parts, it's just a simple shell
Without a plume, logo, sticker, it looks worse than a cheap whore
I don't know what's going on anymore and maybe it's a game, a show of menacing faces
f**ked up at other people's cinemas, they sound good, but it's not a movie
I have the ingredients, I make a dip, I know the prescription to the gram
Chips crack under my teeth, and it was so sharp in the commercials
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I fire up the beat, get to the top, cook hip-hop
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take this crap, add the receipt and make a dip, man
