Brooklyn's Finest: Translations in Spanish and Lyrics - Jay-Z

The Translation of Brooklyn's Finest - Jay-Z in Spanish and the original Lyrics of the Song
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Lyrics of Brooklyn's Finest
by Jay-Z



gunshots OKAY, I'M RELOADED!!!
You motherfuckers, think you big time?
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time!
Here come the 'Pain'! gunshots

Nigga, how you

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
The number one question is can the Feds get us
I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that with ya

Hit ya, back split ya
Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related
Most hated

Can't fade it
While y'all pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me
But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin' soft on him
'What's ya name?'

Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700s, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too
Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo, stick WHO?
Motherfucker!

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
Brooklyn, goin' out for all
That's right, you don't stop

What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold
You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
Jay-Z

Biggie baby!
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62s, Gemstars, my mom's dishes
Gram choppin', police van dockin'
Ds at my doors knockin'

Keep rockin', yeah
No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit
The fuck back with the pistols blazin'
Hot like Cajun
Hotter than even holdin' work at the Days Inn
With New York plates outside

Get up out of there! Fuck the ride!

Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White!
Leave the keys to your InnKeeper
Chill, homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy
You ain't harmin' me, so pardon me
Pass the safe, before I blaze the place
And here's six shots just in case

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
Brooklyn goin' out to all
You don't stop

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
Brooklyn goin' out to all
You don't stop

Yeah, yeah, yeah
For '9-6, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're trying to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white her-on
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on

Me and Gutter had two spots
The 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin' Too Hot
If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two Pacs
Get it? Pac's?

Uhh, uhh, uhh
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronze
That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a I class don
A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sippin' on

Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather
The keep cannons in they Marc Buchanans
Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow
Tossin' ya, mad slugs through your Nautica
I'm warnin' ya

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn goin' out to all
You don't stop

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
Brooklyn goin' out to all

'Is Brooklyn in the house?'

Uhh, Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior
Supermen clique
Brooklyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Representing BK to the fullest

Translation in Spanish of the Song
Brooklyn's Finest by Jay-Z



gunshots BIEN, me VOY a CARGAR!!!
Que hijos de puta, creo que big time?
Fuckin' con Jay-Z, usted gon' morir, a lo grande!
Aquí vienen los 'Dolor'! disparos de armas de fuego

Nigga, cómo usted

Yeah, sí, sí
Ayo, peep el estilo y la forma en que los policías sudor nos
El número uno de la pregunta es ¿los Federales nos
Tengo venganzas en los juegos de los dados contra el culo de apostadores
Y niggas que la bomba de ruedas y de la unidad de Jettas
Tomar que con ya

Hit ya, de vuelta ya split
Joder puño peleas y riñas, cojo
Funda de almohada a la cara, hacer la concha de mufla
Dispara a su hija en el músculo de la pantorrilla
Una mierda de pelea, niquelado
Espolvorear coca cola en el suelo, hacen que sea relacionado con las drogas
La mayoría de los odiaba

Can no se desvanecen
Mientras y'all de la bomba de Willie, yo de correr y truco tonto
Asustado, por lo que envió a su pequeño mans a venir a matarme
Pero en el con-trilli, me los paquetes de la MAC-mili
Exprimido fuera de él, a la izquierda de ellos paramédicos respirando suave sobre él
'Lo que ya nombre?'

Who tiro ya? Multitud de lazos como Sinatra
Los peruanos tratado de hacer en mí, yo no pagados aún
Tryin' para empujar a los 700 puntos, no les hizo a ellos, sin embargo
Rolex y pulseras es frostbit; anillos también
Niggas 'alrededor de la forma en que me llame Iglú, palo QUE?
Hijo de puta!

Jay-Z y Biggie Smalls, negro de mierda sus cajones
Brooklyn, goin' out para todos
Eso es correcto, no se detendrá

What, qué, qué?
Jay-Z, Grandes Pequeños, negro de mierda sus cajones
Brooklyn representan y'all, golpeó veces
Que loco, pensar en su poco de rimas pueden jugar conmigo?
Yo soy de Marcy, soy universitario, bobo, eres JV
Jay-Z

Biggie bebé!
Mi Bed-Stuy flujo maliciosa, delicioso
Joder tres deseos, hice mi camino a la riqueza
De 62s, Gemstars, mi mamá platos
Gram choppin', la policía van dockin'
Ds en mi las puertas de knockin'

Keep rockin', sí
No más de mister nice guy, me toque tu mierda
La mierda de vuelta con las pistolas blazin'
Caliente como Cajun
Más caliente que incluso aguantando el trabajo en el Days Inn
Con Nueva York placas de fuera

Salir de allí! A la mierda el viaje!

Keep sus manos en alto, la mierda se hace más empinada
Aquí viene la parca, Frank Blanco!
Dejar las llaves de su Posadero
Chill, homie, la perra en la Shoney's me dijo
Estás aguantando más medicamentos de una farmacia
No se harmin' mí, así que me perdone
Pasar el seguro, antes de que yo blaze el lugar
Y he aquí seis tiros sólo en caso de que

Jay-Z y Biggie Smalls, negro de mierda sus cajones
Brooklyn goin' out para todos
No deje

Jay-Z y Biggie Smalls, negro de mierda sus cajones
Brooklyn goin' out para todos
No deje de

Yeah, sí, sí
Para '9-6, el único MC con una gripe
Sí, yo rima enfermo, puedo ser lo que usted está tratando de hacer
Hizo una fortuna fuera de Perú, extraditar, china blanca de ella-en
Nigga por favor, como mangas cortas I portar armas
Mantente fuera de mi camino a partir de aquí

Me y cunetas había dos puntos
El 2-por-5 dólar golpea, el blue tops
Tengo que ir, Coolio decir que es gettin' Demasiado Caliente
Si Fay' tuvo gemelos, ella habría dos Pacs
Conseguirlo? Del Pac?

Uhh, uhh, uhh
Tiempo para separar las ventajas de los contras
El platino desde el bronce
Que la mantequilla suave como la mierda de que el cuero en el Fonz
Un S1 de diamante de una clase no me
Un Chandon sipper de un Rosado negro, ¿eh?!
Brook-Nam, sippin' on

Cristal para siempre, el juego de la cuna cuando el visón tiempo
El mantener a los cañones en la que Marc Buchanans
Generalmente cuatro, el cinco, el shell fregadero lento
Tossin' ya, loco babosas a través de su Nautica
Estoy warnin' ya

Jay-Z y Biggie Smalls, negro de mierda ya cajones
Brooklyn goin' out para todos
No deje de

Jay-Z y Biggie Smalls, negro de mierda sus cajones
Brooklyn goin' a todos

Ís de Brooklyn en la casa?'

Uhh, Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior
Superhombres camarilla
Brooklyn s Finest, que re-viento del este
En representación de BK al máximo

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Brooklyn's Finest: Translations and Lyrics - Jay-Z
After selling over 100 million records around the world, and holding the solo record of 14 Billboard 200 #1 album, Shawn “JAY-Z” Carter is perhaps one of the most talented, accomplished and respected rapper of all time. He has published 13 studio albums and five collaborative albums over his 30-year career.

Brooklyn's Finest

Brooklyn's Finest is the new single from Jay-z taken from the album 'Reasonable Doubt' published on Wednesday 4 December 2019.

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