Ice Grill - REGULA, Short Size

Ice Grill - REGULA, Short Size

  • Year of release: 2013
  • Language: Portuguese
  • Duration: 3:16

Below is the lyrics of the song Ice Grill , artist - REGULA, Short Size with translation

Lyrics " Ice Grill "

Original text with translation

Ice Grill

REGULA, Short Size

Original text

Ice grill, ice grill

Ice grill, ice grill

Ice grill, ice grill

Ice grill, ice grill

Ice grill, ice grill, ice grill

Yeah

Eu 'tou em casa player

E cada vez que eu dou concertos, casa cheia

O Jimmy diz que eles estão a olhar com cara feia (Jimmy)

Eu mando vir garrafas até ficar com a cara cheia (yes)

'Tão-me a dar moral, Chivas e Beirão (ballin)

Os haters falam mal (falam)

Mas as queridas não (nunca)

Eu 'tou na mesa ou no balcão onde as queridas 'tão

E quando eu me for embora, conta quantas queridas são

Só grandes peles, não vês gajas feias

Só sou eu e elas, a fumar jah jah a meias

Os homens vêm eu tiro o resto da jah jah das meias

E começo a correr como se tivesse posto jarda nas veias

No meu bairro é assim, ou sim ou sopas

Aqui as velhas vão às compras com o pilim nas toucas

Se não queres ficar sem roupa, boy, tu fica focus

E depois vês porque é que a minha zona 'tá toda às moscas

Vivo um dia de cada vez

Elas chamam-me siamês

Jealous dizem um dia destes

Boy eu tava no mic chill

Agora onde eu passo eu só vejo Ice Grill

Só tou à procura do nice deal

Mas quando me veem é tipo ó-ou

Óculos escuros na night Lil'

E se tu me vires não é a fumar nites, tio (nunca)

Eles falam, falam mas no mic piu

Se vires a bófia grita «popo»

Yeah, ah

A vida dá-te insónias, mano mas não chones

Mana sonha mas não chores (fala)

Eu sei que a vida fuck, manda vir uns shots

Haters, mother fuckers manda-lhes big fuck

A vida é fuck, yes

Sem cash não tem nexo

Estes dreads falam bués

Até agora não vi neps

Boy eu sou Superbad

Yo bitch it’s Superbad

Cada vez que eu cuspo, credo

Jesus é muita swag

Tempo é dinheiro, acorda

Dá corda no rolex

Corta o teu pollex

Tenta fazer money fast, money fast, money fast, money fast

Money deixa a bófia bater crânio, dread

Estes niggas falam, falam

Mas eles picam quem?

Manjam pista, tu na pista tipo ficam bem

Não são 20 ou 100

Nah, somos cinco ou seis

E só paramos quando estivermos a gerir 5 hotéis

Boy eu tava no mic chill

Agora onde eu passo eu só vejo Ice Grill

Só tou à procura do nice deal

Mas quando me veem é tipo ó-ou

Song translation

Ice grill, ice grill

Ice grill, ice grill

Ice grill, ice grill

Ice grill, ice grill

Ice grill, ice grill, ice grill

yeah

I'm at home player

And each time I give concerts, a full house

Jimmy says they are looking at him with a frown (Jimmy)

I order bottles until my face is full (yes)

'They give me morale, Chivas and Beirão (ballin)

Haters talk bad (speak)

But darlings don't (never)

I'm at the table or on the counter where the darlings are so

And when I'm gone, count how many darlings there are

Only big skins, you don't see ugly girls

It's just me and them, smoking jah jah in socks

The men come and I take the rest of the jah jah out of the socks

And I start to run as if I had put yards in my veins

In my neighborhood it's like this, either yes or soups

Here, the old women go shopping with pilim on their caps

If you don't want to be without clothes, boy, you stay focus

And then you see why my area is full of flies

I live one day at a time

They call me siamese

Jealous say one of these days

Boy I was on mic chill

Now wherever I go I only see Ice Grill

I'm just looking for the nice deal

But when they see me it's like o-ou

Dark glasses on the night Lil'

And if you see me, it's not smoking nights, uncle (never)

They talk, they talk but on the mic tweet

If you see the cops shout «popo»

yeah, ah

Life gives you insomnia, bro, but don't cry

Mana dream but don't cry (speech)

I know life is fuck, order some shots

Haters, mother fuckers send them big fuck

Life is fuck, yes

No cash, no connection

These dreads talk a lot

So far I haven't seen neps

Boy am I Superbad

Yo bitch it's Superbad

Every time I spit, I believe

Jesus is so swag

Time is money, wake up

Wind up the rolex

Cut your pollex

Try to make money fast, money fast, money fast, money fast

Money let the cops beat skull, dread

These niggas talk, talk

But who do they sting?

Manjam track, you on the track like they look good

It's not 20 or 100

Nah, we are five or six

And we only stop when we manage 5 hotels

Boy I was on mic chill

Now wherever I go I only see Ice Grill

I'm just looking for the nice deal

But when they see me it's like o-ou

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