Doc Gyneco — No se vende song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "No se vende" by Doc Gyneco.
Lyrics
Hahahahahaha !
Hiiii ! Yeah, han han, huh
Tres lenguajes got mise, three languages
Doc Gyneco, welcome to Los Angeles
Here we gotta pretty girls, aqui tenemos la nena bella
Send the ugly ones, aquí tenemos la nena bella
I hear you got it goin' on kickin' much science
Fast like a cheetah, strong like a lion
XXXXXXXXX but the streets still scandalous
Doc Gyneco, welcome to Los Angeles
J’aaaaaaaaaai stoppé l'école et commencé l’alcool
J’suis pris dans les femmes, dans la flambe et le rap
Faut qu’j’m'échappe, ça fait longtemps, ça date
Toutes ces soirées où j'étais bien sapé
La tête alcoolisée, j’me mettais à tchatcher
Celles qu’en temps normal j’n’aurais pas calculer
Mysto-Bruno: le duo du quartier
De Porte de la Chapelle, je suis passé à Sarcelles
Où j’ai visité la seconde capitale
Où les baskets sont blanches et les mecs s’appellent «Timal»
Stomy, Bouboule, Guetch, Passi et Kenzy
Des mecs sans faille qui tirent et ciao, bye bye
Ok je stoppe sur les détails
Car je sais que tu bloques sur la Secte Äbdoulaï
Et si maintenant je rappe et que mon style décape
Dac' ou pas dac', Doc t’as mis une tape
Grâce à Mysto, j’ai erré dans les studios
J’ai posé mes mots et instauré mon flow
Dis-moi, qui suis-je? Le Doc Gyneco
A donde quieras vas, las calles son igual
Ningún océano puede separar
De Francia (La rue n’est pas à vendre)
De Francia (La rue n’est pas à vendre)
A donde quieras vas, las calles son igual
Ningún océano puede separar
De España (La rue n’es pas à vendre)
De Francia (Ça fait 20 ans que j’la loue)
Era una noche oscura cuando esto ocurio
Estaba caminando y una nena me llamo
No lo pense dos veces caminé donde ella
«Le pasa algo a mi carro», «¿ De verdad, niña bella ?»
«¿ A lo puedes arreglar ?», «Chica, claro que si»
«Tengo que usar el telefono, ¿ me esperas aquí ?»
Checkee el motor y parecia mentira
Estaba el dispositivo destapao de la batería
¿ Será una trampa? Una trampa, era
¿ Donde, donde pero donde está esta nena?
En el bolsillo de frente escondí mi cartera
Debajo la camisa, encondí mi cadena
Mire hacia el cielo y la luna estaba llena
Tres otros pasos, por detras, en la acera
No mire a nadie, será mi imaginación
En la calle no confío y lo escribo en la cancíon
Observe dos hombres cruzando la calle
De esta noche terrible yo me recuerdo en detalle
Si te sacan un revolver, dime ¿ que tu vas a hacer?
Hice lo que pude, empece a correr
Oí un balazo y despues lo sentí
Con mi espalda llena sangre, tropeze y caí
Me quitaron la cadena, la cartera y los zapatos
Uno me dijo: «Si te mueves, te mato»
A donde quieras vas, las calles son igual
Ningún océano puede separar
De Francia (La rue n’est pas à vendre)
De Francia (La rue n’est pas à vendre)
A donde quieras vas, las calles son igual
Ningún océano puede separar
De España (La rue n’es pas à vendre)
De Francia (Ça fait 20 ans que j’la loue)
Welcome to Los Angeles
Welcome to Los Angeles
Aah, Doc Gyneco et El Maestro
C’est les mêmes ghettos, c’est les mêmes negros
On boit la même bière, on fait les mêmes prières
Ouais !
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Lyrics translation
Hahahahahaha !
Hiiii ! Yeah, han han, huh
Three languages got mise, three languages
Doc Gyneco, welcome to Los Angeles
Here we gotta pretty girls, here we have the beautiful babe
Send the ugly ones, here we have the beautiful babe
I hear you got it goin 'on kickin' much science
Fast like a cheetah, strong like a lion
XXXXXXXXX but the streets still scandalous
Doc Gyneco, welcome to Los Angeles
I aaaaaaaaaai stopped school and started alcohol
I'm caught in women, in flame and rap
I have to run away, it's been a long time, it's been a long time.
All those nights when I was so screwed up
Drunk head, I was chatting
Those that normally I would not have calculated
Mysto-Bruno: the duo of the neighborhood
From the door of the chapel, I went to Sarcelles
Where I visited the second capital
Where the sneakers are white and the guys are called " Timal»
Stomy, Bouboule, Guetch, Passi and Kenzy
Flawless guys shooting and ciao, bye bye
Ok I stop on the details
Because I know you're blocking on the Äbdoulai sect
What if now I'm rapping and my style is stripping
Do it or not do it, Doc.
Thanks to Mysto, I wandered into the studios
I put my words and set up my flow
Tell me, Who Am I? The Doc Gyneco
Wherever you go, the streets are the same
No ocean can separate
De Francia (the street is not for sale)
De Francia (the street is not for sale)
Wherever you go, the streets are the same
No ocean can separate
De España (the street is not for sale)
From Francia (it's been 20 years since I rented it)
It was a dark night when this happened
I was walking and a baby called me
I didn't think twice I walked where she
"Something's wrong with my car, "" really, pretty girl ?»
"Can you fix it ?"Girl, of course you are»
"I have to use the phone, will you wait for me here ?»
Checkee the engine and seemed to lie
There was the device uncovering the battery
Is it a trap? A trap, it was
Where, where But Where Is this baby?
In the front pocket I hid my wallet
Under my shirt, I wrapped my chain
Look up to the sky and the moon was full
Three more steps, behind, on the sidewalk
Don't look at anyone, it'll be my imagination
On the street I do not trust and write it in cancer
Notice two men crossing the street
Of this terrible night I remember in detail
If you get a gun, tell me what you're gonna do?
I did what I could, I started running
I heard a bullet and then I felt it
With my back full of blood, I tropeze and fell
They took my chain, my wallet and my shoes.
One said to me, "if you move, I'll kill you»
Wherever you go, the streets are the same
No ocean can separate
De Francia (the street is not for sale)
De Francia (the street is not for sale)
Wherever you go, the streets are the same
No ocean can separate
De España (the street is not for sale)
From Francia (it's been 20 years since I rented it)
Welcome to Los Angeles
Welcome to Los Angeles
Aah, Doc Gyneco et El Maestro
It's the same ghettos, it's the same negros
We drink the same beer, we do the same prayers
Yeah !
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