Back In Traffic - Hit-Boy 「LETRA」 - Tradução em Português

Ayy, Hit, how we gon' lose with shit like this, my nigga?
I'm guilty. World famous, look
Prayin' I don't crash while I'm flyin' down the coast (Coast)
Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul

Back In Traffic - Hit-Boy 「LETRA」

Ayy, Hit, how we gon' lose with shit like this, my nigga?
I'm guilty. World famous, look
Prayin' I don't crash while I'm flyin' down the coast (Coast)
Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul
Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who boast
Would they love me if it fell apart? Shit, who knows (Knows)

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Sendin' out a toast to my dawgs, stay ten toes
Call from GTL, damn, you know how shit go
Brodie told me, "Zero in with the beam and the scope" (Beam)
Went down for a mop, he ain't even clean the floor
Showin' love to my closest, gotta appreciate the moment

I don't do this for promotion, I just keep this shit in motion
That's my slogan, way before the quarantine and shit
My nigga, I was posted, dirty strap, reported stolen
Raw, uncut, no edited (No edited)
Out the trunk with it, back in traffic yet again (Traffic yet again)
Life a movie, ain't no way to hit rewind (No rewind)
It's all by calculation and design, look (For real)

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
Prayin' I don't crash while I'm flyin' down the coast (Coast)
Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul (My soul)
Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who boast (Boast)
Would they love me if it fell apart? Shit, who knows (Knows)
Would they love me if it fell apart? Yeah, who knows

Would they love me if it fell apart?

[Post-Chorus: KIRBY]
But don't get back and fall again
I'm right on time for calls, my friends
The lanes have changed but the trust, it never ends, ends
Never ends

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
Roll the pack, push the McLaren through Ocean Ave
Mint color millionaires, gon' take out the soldier rags
Shit been off a big load, pinky and my wrist froze
Then thought it was Kenpo, my dawg pull in, kick doors
Met a plug from Maryland, air 'em out, I'm arrogant

Clear stones, rare shit, back in traffic yet again (Traffic)
Loadin' up the chamber, send the shot, the E chop (Bah)
When the money talk, the only time I eavesdrop (Hello?)
Cut the lights on 'em, then I circle back (Circle back)
Flippin' back through the drive-thru, servin' 'em fast (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, I came straight off the block, ain't no blockin' me (I'm the realest)
HB the origin, the etymology (Yeah)

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
Prayin' I don't crash while I'm flyin' down the coast (Coast)
Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul (My soul)
Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who boast (Yeah)
Would they love me if it fell apart? Shit, who knows
(Would they love you, would they love you, would they love you?)

Would they love me if it fell apart? Yeah, who knows
(Would they love you, would they love you, would they love you?)
Would they love me if it fell apart?

[Post-Chorus: KIRBY]
But don't get back and fall again
I'm right on time for calls, my friends
The lanes have changed but the trust, it never ends, ends
Never ends

[Outro: Hit-Boy]
Hit-Boy on the beat and all that
Hit-Boy on the flow and all that
Yeah

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Kendrick Lamar Has A Writing Credit On Hit-Boy’s New Single “Back In Traffic”

It’s the first new material from Kendrick since his feature on Busta Rhymes’ “Look Over Your Shoulder” last year.

Hit-Boy released his latest single, “Back in Traffic,” last week as part of Apple Music’s Juneteeth: Freedom Songs collection, and buried in the credits is a famous name: Kendrick Lamar. The Compton rapper has a writing credit on the track, with Hit-Boy explaining on Instagram that Kendrick penned the song’s melody and lyrics.

On the chorus and post-chorus, Hit-Boy and KIRBY team up:

Prayin' I don’t crash while I’m flyin' down the coast Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few n-ggas who boast Would they love me if it fell apart? Sh-t, who know But don’t get back and fall again I’m right on time for calls, my friends The lanes have changed but the trust, it never ends, ends Never ends

It’s not Hit-Boy and Kendrick’s first time linking up; the TDE rapper’s good kid, m.A.A.d. city cut “Backseat Freestyle” is produced by Hit-Boy, as are the beats for his features on A$AP Rocky’s “1Train” and Jay Rock’s “Wow Freestyle.”

“Back in Traffic” represents the first new material from Kendrick Lamar since his feature on Busta Rhymes‘ “Look Over Your Shoulder” last October. The Game recently made headlines for claiming a new Kendrick album was coming “real soon,” although there’s still no timeline on his DAMN. follow-up. His new writing credit is sure to once again stoke speculation about what he could be working on next.

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Back In Traffic - Hit-Boy 「LETRA」 - Tradução em Português

Ayy, bateu, como vamos perder com merda assim, meu mano?
Eu sou culpado. Mundo famoso, olha
Prayin 'Eu não cai enquanto eu estou voando pela costa (costa)
Trauma do passado, essa merda vivendo dentro da minha alma
Conheça alguns gangstas e alguns hotlers e alguns niggos que se gabam
Eles me amariam se desmoronar? Merda, quem sabe (sabe)

[Verso 1: Hit-boy]
Enviando um brinde para meus dawgs, fique dez dedos
Chamada de GTL, Droga, você sabe como a merda vai
Brodie me disse: "Zero com o feixe e o escopo" (feixe)

Desceu por um esfregão, ele não limpa o chão
Mostrando amor ao meu mais próximo, tem que apreciar o momento
Eu não faço isso por promoção, eu apenas mantenho essa merda em movimento
Esse é meu slogan, como antes da quarentena e merda
Meu nigga, eu fui postado, alça suja, relatada roubada
Raw, sem cortes, sem editado (sem editado)
O tronco com ele, de volta no trânsito novamente (tráfego ainda mais)
Vida um filme, não é maneira de acertar rebobinar (sem rebobinar)
É tudo por cálculo e design, olha (para real)

[Refrão: Hit-boy]
Prayin 'Eu não cai enquanto eu estou voando pela costa (costa)
Trauma do passado, essa merda vivendo dentro da minha alma (minha alma)
Conheça alguns gangstas e alguns hotlers e alguns niggos que se gabam (se gabam)

Eles me amariam se desmoronar? Merda, quem sabe (sabe)
Eles me amariam se desmoronar? Sim, quem sabe
Eles me amariam se desmoronar?

[Post-chorus: kirby]
Mas não volte e caia de novo
Estou certa a tempo para chamadas, meus amigos
As faixas mudaram, mas a confiança, nunca acaba, termina
Nunca acaba

[Verso 2: Hit-boy]
Role o pacote, empurre o McLaren através do oceano Ave
Milionários de cor de hortelã, vai tirar os trapos do soldado
Shit estava fora de uma grande carga, mindinho e meu pulso congelou

Então pensei que era Kenpo, meu Dawg puxar, chutar portas
Conheci um plugue de Maryland, ar saindo, sou arrogante
Pedras claras, merda rara, de volta no trânsito novamente (tráfego)
Carregando a câmara, envie o tiro, o e pique (bah)
Quando o dinheiro fala, a única vez que eu penso (olá?)
Corte as luzes em eles, então eu circule de volta (circule de volta)
Flippin atrás do drive-thru, servindo 'em rápido (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Cadela, eu vim para longe do quarteirão, não há me bloqueio (eu sou o mais real)
HB a origem, a etimologia (sim)

[Refrão: Hit-boy]
Prayin 'Eu não cai enquanto eu estou voando pela costa (costa)
Trauma do passado, essa merda vivendo dentro da minha alma (minha alma)
Conheça alguns gangstas e alguns hotlers e alguns niggos que se orgulha (sim)

Eles me amariam se desmoronar? Merda, quem sabe
(Eles te amariam, eles te amariam, eles te amariam?)
Eles me amariam se desmoronar? Sim, quem sabe
(Eles te amariam, eles te amariam, eles te amariam?)
Eles me amariam se desmoronar?

[Post-chorus: kirby]
Mas não volte e caia de novo
Estou certa a tempo para chamadas, meus amigos
As faixas mudaram, mas a confiança, nunca acaba, termina
Nunca acaba

[Outros: Hit-boy]
Bateu-menino na batida e tudo isso

Golpeado no fluxo e tudo o que
Sim