Rolezin - Bitrinho, Flow Mc

Rolezin - Bitrinho, Flow Mc

  • Year of release: 2013
  • Language: Portuguese
  • Duration: 3:05

Below is the lyrics of the song Rolezin , artist - Bitrinho, Flow Mc with translation

Lyrics " Rolezin "

Original text with translation

Rolezin

Bitrinho, Flow Mc

Original text

Nem tudo é belo sem camisa e de chinelo

Lupa la da vinte cinco e aviza que eu não ramelo

Se difícil memo é so tirar uma onda sem tem no bolso uma onça

Me responda se num é mol responsa

Festa boa e as de rua que clareia e continua

Fica cheia e não recua e as mulher quase nua

La os moleque já tem bala na agulha

Saca o fura e até jura que troca com a patrulha

O apelidado de seedorf e o mais claro entre nois

Chapa de smirnoff no outro dia tá sem voz

Mistura tudo e fica bamba faz a bomba igual o macgaiver

Na segunda já nem trampa dor na tampa é só o cadaver

Vai pensando que escola é tipo american pie

No boi escondido da uns trago no paraguai

Da até tontura e num cai já fui burro pra carai

Parei quando varava as escada com os boot da lakai

Troquei absolut e uns funk do pery

Peguei uma motoca muito loca e me aderi

Lancei um quatro mola uma listrada de gola

Fui ver o que rola sobe na garupa e nois decola

Nos jet no boi maiado a cada passo um personagem

Não se arrasta ó a imagem, com as guerow é só vantagem

Song translation

Not everything is beautiful without a shirt and sandals

Magnifier la da twenty five and warns that I don't shave

If it's hard to remember, it's just taking a wave without having an ounce in your pocket

Answer me if num is mol responsa

Good party and street parties that lighten and continue

It gets full and doesn't go back and the women are almost naked

The kids already have a bullet in the needle

He takes the hole and even swears he'll trade with the patrol

The dubbed seedorf is the clearest among us

Smirnoff's plate the other day is without voice

Mix everything and it becomes wobbly, it makes the bomb like macgaiver

On the second, there's not even a trap in the lid, it's just the corpse

Go thinking that school is like american pie

In the hidden ox of some bring in Paraguay

I even got dizzy and I was stupid as hell

I stopped when I was crossing the stairs with the lakai boots

I changed absolut and some pery funk

I took a very crazy motorcycle and joined

I launched a four-spring one with a striped collar

I went to see what was going on, got on the back and we took off

In the jets on the boi maiado, at each step a character

The image doesn't drag, with the guerow it's just an advantage

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