CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : $KUR***£¥ WaJB (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)
The kids don't listen to rap, they prefer the f**ked up vibe
Empty yards - the fashion of the times, a torn flower in hand
Whores, sponsorship, coca, finish line, money spent in a moment
Gods of life, reality versus Planet of the Apes
I know it inside out - in a second
The estate can trade any love for a brothel
Every whore innocence, pouring wine down the breast
Muzzle in silicone, full of happiness and her jagged smile
Paper in the air from dawn to dusk
Later, the b*t*h will tell you she hasn't stood in the rain in her life; RainMan
The cash register does not know the description of the customers
From neighborhood VIP bosses to your scam buddies
Without sentiment, the feeling behind the door has no limits
Instinct leads like navi - crush, mix, wrap
Be silent before you see your condition in the glass eyes
b*t*h dance! One more joint, one more hit!
x4
"Then dance, dance, dance, then dance, dance"
x2
If life is a whore then I want to know its price
This is my last destiny dance
You owe me money - I'll put the gun to the head
Ecstasy, cocaine, acid - not one flew like a bird
Hand to hand, the gray economy - this is our bank robbery
Business is spinning, though years pass like a hangover
Family, kids vs whores and dance
Your mother begged you to quit this and get a job somewhere
Many have eluded their testimony, sold their buddies, their blood
The street does not forgive treason, try to come back here, dog!
Champagne is slowly pouring over the naked body
Pipe sl*ts, salsa, horny rustling drops
Big wedges, ultraviolet, twine, familiar terrain
Another scoop spilled - ice, water chills conscience
I don't remember anything, the last plan is smoldering
Hands on your breasts - that's how time denominations stop
Hundreds more on the dance floor, f**k that money spent
b*t*h, dance that f**king vibe one more time
x4
"Then dance, dance, dance, then dance, dance"
x2
If life is a whore then I want to know its price
This is my last destiny dance
Empty yards - the fashion of the times, a torn flower in hand
Whores, sponsorship, coca, finish line, money spent in a moment
Gods of life, reality versus Planet of the Apes
I know it inside out - in a second
The estate can trade any love for a brothel
Every whore innocence, pouring wine down the breast
Muzzle in silicone, full of happiness and her jagged smile
Paper in the air from dawn to dusk
Later, the b*t*h will tell you she hasn't stood in the rain in her life; RainMan
The cash register does not know the description of the customers
From neighborhood VIP bosses to your scam buddies
Without sentiment, the feeling behind the door has no limits
Instinct leads like navi - crush, mix, wrap
Be silent before you see your condition in the glass eyes
b*t*h dance! One more joint, one more hit!
x4
"Then dance, dance, dance, then dance, dance"
x2
If life is a whore then I want to know its price
This is my last destiny dance
You owe me money - I'll put the gun to the head
Ecstasy, cocaine, acid - not one flew like a bird
Hand to hand, the gray economy - this is our bank robbery
Business is spinning, though years pass like a hangover
Family, kids vs whores and dance
Your mother begged you to quit this and get a job somewhere
Many have eluded their testimony, sold their buddies, their blood
The street does not forgive treason, try to come back here, dog!
Champagne is slowly pouring over the naked body
Pipe sl*ts, salsa, horny rustling drops
Big wedges, ultraviolet, twine, familiar terrain
Another scoop spilled - ice, water chills conscience
I don't remember anything, the last plan is smoldering
Hands on your breasts - that's how time denominations stop
Hundreds more on the dance floor, f**k that money spent
b*t*h, dance that f**king vibe one more time
x4
"Then dance, dance, dance, then dance, dance"
x2
If life is a whore then I want to know its price
This is my last destiny dance
