Na-na-na-na
Eh
Is Munic hustle boy
I’m just trying to be different a todo el resto
Sueño con tener un-
Ver las estrellas de-
Sueño con tener un Porsche
Ver las estrellas de noche
Tumbo en el capó de un coche-oche
Ese perfume huele a Dolce
La última vez no hubo reproche
Se que es hora de empezar
El coco me va a estallar-ar (Pau)
Yo se que a ti te va a gustar
Si no habrá que volver a probar
Im gainin again-gain
All those n#gg#s no pain-pain
I don’t care if you got a hole gang-gang
He escuhado tus rimas son lame-lame
Los que no entienden, luego se esconden
Me critican y no soy un conde
I don’t give a f#ck, se preguntan donde
Es mejor el que nunca responde
{?} foto y no puedo salir
No me fui estaba haciendo pipí
Que se entere todo el mundo que la voy a partir (Pau)
Twenty, twenty {?} got a stick
Yo tengo los palo’, si me prendo me embalo
Un flow uncalo y de barras me jalo
Si me pongo a trabajar pues os dejo en paro
Me voy to’ loco, negrata, ya paro
So, grrr, pau, suenan disparos y tu dices cha-a-a-o
Grrr, pau, no hay alto el fuego si no has respeta-a-a-o
Grrr, pauu, Ahora la gente pide pau
No me hables si no he preguntau’
Los haters los dejo de lao’
Sueño con tener un Porsche
Ver las estrellas de noche
Tumbo en el capó de un coche-oche
Ese perfume huele a Dolce
La última vez no hubo reproche
Se que es hora de empezar
El coco me va a estallar-ar (Pau)
Yo se que a ti te va a gustar
Si no habrá que volver a probar
Im gainin again-gain
All those n#gg#s no pain-pain
I don’t care if you got a hole gang-gang
He escuhado tus rimas son lame-lame
Los que no entienden, luego se esconden
Me critican y no soy un conde
I don’t give a f#ck, se preguntan donde
Es mejor el que nunca responde
Cocaine, coddeine, (Ey) prende un vaso lleno e’ lean (Ey)
Y una hookah que haga spinn (Ey)
Quieres flo’ te presto un chín (Ey)
Negro no tienes skill (Ey)
Bomba dura a lo misil (Ey)
{?} caja be manin (Ey)
Golpe seco a lo {?} (Ey)
Son las 3 de la mañana, yo no paro de escribir
Parezco {?} sobre la hoja, me estoy poniendo nervioso
Escuchando vuestros temas la sangre me empieza a hervir
Mis manos están rojas, tu ritmo sonó muy flojo
Se preguntan por qué el panorama Español está como está
Es culpa de cerdos que cantan, no son cojos (Fake rappers)
Fuman caña recogío’ de matojos
No ves bien, pues ponte los anteojos
Mi cabeza va como un tractor
Piso el track suena a todo motor
Un par de temas y ya se acabó
{?} era broma esto se jodió
Que como estoy pues eso digo yo
From the buttom, negro, to the top
Un shout-out pa’ Richi Bling my bro
Me dió camino y no se cansó
Sueño con tener un Porsche
Ver las estrellas de noche
Tumbo en el capó de un coche-oche
Ese perfume huele a Dolce
La última vez no hubo reproche
Se que es hora de empezar
El coco me va a estallar-ar (Pau)
Yo se que a ti te va a gustar
Si no habrá que volver a probar
Im gainin again-gain
All those n#gg#s no pain-pain
I don’t care if you got a hole gang-gang
He escuhado tus rimas son lame-lame
Los que no entienden, luego se esconden
Me critican y no soy un conde
I don’t give a f#ck, se preguntan donde
Es mejor el que nunca responde
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Dolce Lyrics English
Na-na-na-na
Hey
Is Munic Hustle Boy
I’m just trying to be different to all the rest
I dream of having a
See the stars
I dream of having a Porsche
See the stars at night
I lie on the hood of a car-oche
That perfume smells a dolce
The last time there was no reproach
I know it’s time to start
The coconut will explore me-ar (pau)
I know that you will like it
If you will not have to try again
Im Gainin Again-Gain
All Those n#gg#s No Pain-Pain
I do not care if you got to hole gang-gang
I have scotted your rhymes are lick-lick
Those who do not understand, then hide
I criticize me and I’m not a count
I do not give to f#ck, they wonder where
It is better that never responds
{?} photo and I can not leave
I did not leave I was doing peep
That he finds all over the world that I am going from (PAU)
Twenty, Twenty {?} Got to Stick
I have the stick ‘, if I got myself up
A Flow Ucalo and Bar Jalo
If I start working, I leave you in unemployment
I’m going to ‘crazy, black, and stop
So, GRRR, Pau, sound shots and you say cha-a-a-o
GRRR, Pau, there is no high fire if you have not respected-a-a-o
GRRR, PUE, now people ask for Pau
Do not talk to me if I do not ask ‘
The Haters I leave them of Lao ‘
I dream of having a Porsche
See the stars at night
I lie on the hood of a car-oche
That perfume smells a dolce
The last time there was no reproach
I know it’s time to start
The coconut will explore me-ar (pau)
I know that you will like it
If you will not have to try again
Im Gainin Again-Gain
All Those n#gg#s No Pain-Pain
I do not care if you got to hole gang-gang
I have scotted your rhymes are lick-lick
Those who do not understand, then hide
I criticize me and I’m not a count
I do not give to f#ck, they wonder where
It is better that never responds
Cocaine, Coddeine, (EY) Unds a full glass E ‘Lean (EY)
And a hookah that spinn (EY)
You want Flo ‘I lend you a chín (EY)
Black You Do not Have Skill (EY)
Hard pump to missile (EY)
{?} Box Be Manin (EY)
Stroke to do it (EY)
It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, I do not stop writing
Look {?} On the leaf, I’m getting nervous
Listening to your issues the blood begins to boil me
My hands are red, your rhythm sounded very loose
They wonder why the Spanish panorama is like this
It is the guilt of pigs that sing, they are not lames (Fake Rappers)
Smoan cane collected ‘of Matojos
Do not see well, then put on the glasses
My head goes like a tractor
Floor the track sounds at all engine
A couple of topics and it’s over
{?} it was a joke this f#cked
That as I am then that I say
From The Buttom, Black, To The Top
A shout-out pa ‘richi bling my bro
He gave me his way and did not get tired
I dream of having a Porsche
See the stars at night
I lie on the hood of a car-oche
That perfume smells a dolce
The last time there was no reproach
I know it’s time to start
The coconut will explore me-ar (pau)
I know that you will like it
If you will not have to try again
Im Gainin Again-Gain
All Those n#gg#s No Pain-Pain
I do not care if you got to hole gang-gang
I have scotted your rhymes are lick-lick
Those who do not understand, then hide
I criticize me and I’m not a count
I do not give to f#ck, they wonder where
It is better that never responds
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Munic HB Lyrics – Dolce