Rick Ross Ft. Jay-Z & Dr. Dre – 3 Kings (Traducida)

Letra en español de 3 Kings de Rick Ross, Jay-Z y Dr. Dre

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Yeah, classic hip hop sh*t
Dr D-R-E, Rozay and Jay
Lets get ‘em
We started out mopping floors
Now we front row at the awards
Number 1 for the last 20 years
If you real muthafu*ker scream cheers
Muthafu*ker scream cheers
And it is what it is
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He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
Only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long, number 1 20 years strong
Fu*k a gym, I am him, André Young
G5′s to 6-4′s, dre got ‘em
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If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tech 9, long chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real nig*a straight outta compton
The Fu*k you magazine nig*as want from me?
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I rewrote the game nig*a, now talk money
All black on my al capone sh*t
I built the house, nig*a get ya own sh*t
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones

See yall nig*as
Lay the top down
I came along way from the weed game
20 stack seats at the heat game
And I’m still strapped with the heat man
Game, we stepping’ on it, nig*a feet mayne
8 pair of sneakers, came from the d-game
Cousin was a crip said it was a c-thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
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Fu*k ‘em all, wet ‘em, yeh we gotta double bag
The homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchen
On a mission, say he get it for son’s tuition
Real nig*a’s dreams coming to fruition
Stumble but I never fall leaning on my pistol
I only love her when that ass fat
We used to listen to this track in my maybach
I’m just tryna be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire
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It’s just different, I know it feels different
I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this sh*t while you play around with my crown
King h-o, yall should know by now
If you don’t know
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On my wall in all my rooms
Nig*as couldn’t Fu*k with my daughters room
Nig*as couldn’t walk in my daughters socks
Banksy bitches, basquiats
I ran through that buck 50, live nation, fronted me
They working on another deal, they talking 250
I’m holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agree
Ex d-boy, used to park my beemer
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Now look at me I can park at my own arena
I only love her if her weave new
I’m still a hood nig*a, what you want me to do
Been hoppin’ out the bm with your bm
Taking her places you can’t go with your
Screaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poet
Robin Williams sh*t, I deserve a goldy gold disc
I take an ace in the meanwhile
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You aint gotta keep this, it’s just a freestyle
Fu*k rap money, I made more off crates
Fu*k show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, Fu*k boy out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store somebody save me
Stuntin’ to the max like wavy
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Oh sh*t, stuntin’ top the max I’m so wavy
Used to shop in Tj Maxx back in ’83
I didn’t even know if it was open then
I aint know oprah then
Had the xl80 bike, loud motor
They be like, damn when I’m coming through
Had a grill in ’88
Ya’ll nig*as is late
You got all that right?
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I love this sh*t like my own daughter
And spray these nig*as baby just like daddy taught ya
Young, it’s just different.
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