Mis perros Lyrics (English Translation) – C-Kan, Baby Rasta y Gringo

Read the full Mis perros (English Translation) lyrics by C-Kan and Baby Rasta y Gringo along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy C Kan’s music, you can also explore Pordiosero and Toma Todo, two other songs by C Kan.

Look at all these new gangsters,
Spouting codes they shouldn’t.
And this stuff you eat
Is with men.
And now it’s full
of network thugs.
They talk about insects and don’t know anything about it,
They think they’re earning respect.
I’m calm, quiet,
Watching how they defame the stuff.
Hmm, but if they crash into me,
Bullet bullets will run.

My dogs come out fierce,
On motorcycles, rolling in the street.
You can see them,
The cars have nails.
For the metal bars and the drügs,
They won’t find them.
If the cops stop us, police,
Watch out for the cops.
The justice system will shoot
If they see you passing by.
Roll down your window,
There your songs will end.

My Glock works miracles,
It’s the crown of Christ (amen)
I’ll make you believe
In what you’ve never seen.
Baby Rasta & Gringo
(cha-cha-chau).
And on the street, the scoundrels
There are a lot of us.
The avenue is the same,
That’s here and everywhere.
The motorcycles go without license plates,

The engines so broken.
What happened? (What?)
They saw that singing it isn’t living it.
It’s not faith to pray to death
If you don’t want to know it.
Fame, respect,
They don’t know how to divide them.
Be careful with weapons
Because they don’t even know how to use them.
Arrest warrant
Issued by the authorities.
Your arrests
Are only from Instagram.
I know you don’t do anything,
You’re just making fools of yourself.
Hallucination, he has the gun,
But not the testicles.
Take good care of your connections,
The people in your circle.
Or your story will end
In this chapter.

My dogs come out fierce,
On motorcycles, rolling in the street.
You can see them,
The cars have nails.
For the irons and the drügs,
They won’t find them.
If the cops stop us, police,
Watch out for the cops.
The justice system will shoot
If they see you passing.
Roll down the window,
There your songs will end.

I’ve been here a while, a little far away,
Delivering a healthy message.
I don’t have time to talk about guns,
Drügs, and kids.
But go ahead, ask
Because they call me the bad guy,
And they know it’s me
The one who gives the slaps as a gift.
Flow Hector and Willi,
I walk around the neighborhood.
And I have people who hit on me.
But he who knows, knows,
I don’t need to tell it.
And he who pretends to be handsome,
He’ll have a tough time with me. If he wants war, he raps (he raps)
Or he fronts.
Get on a dance floor
To see how he can smack it.
But they’re talking nonsense,
About nonsense, about where I can see you.
And when it comes down to it,
They’re the first to make fun of you.
Normal.

Triplets are triplets
And they’ve seen each other forever.
Except these social networks make
The bravest kids
Say things they don’t dare
When they’re right in front of them.
Normal.

I stay in line
Like clear water.
That’s why I have so many people’s affection.
I’m not a gold coin
To be liked by everyone

My dogs come out fierce,
On motorcycles, rolling in the street.
You can look at them,
Cars have nails.
To keep the irons and drügs,
They won’t find them.
If the police stop us, police,
Watch out for the cops.
The justice system will shoot
If they see you go by.
Roll down the window,
There your stories will end.

I don’t need to name them,
We already have respect on the street.
Without going around saying
That we’re bad.
It’s been too many years
Beating them up.
Better leave
What’s still alone.
Because if you pull, I’ll pull.
Phew, hahaha,
I’m a fool—

My dogs come out fierce,
On motorcycles, rolling in the street.
You can see them,
The cars have nails.
Keep the thieves and the drügs,
They won’t find them.
If the police stop us, police,
Watch out for the cops.
The justice system will shoot
If they see you go by.
Roll down the window,
There your stories will end.

Kids, babies.
Leave those hidden codes
Where they belong.
Leave that nonsense
In the songs.
And making a video.
They’re going to eat this one.
When you don’t put goat,
Suuu!