Cuando te vi corazon
Que hoy puedo pedir,alma mia
En silencio me lego tu amor,acere

Muchas son las palabras
Morena,morena
Para decir las cosas
Morena,morena
Muchas son las palabras
Morena,morena
Me faltaba amor

El amor el amor que sale con la rumba
Baila,baila la rumba
Baila la morena,baila la rumba
bail adora,baila querida

La vida,la vida sigue con Alegria
Baila,baila la rumba
Morena morena
Muchas son las palabras,morena
Para decir las cosas,morena
Muchas son las palabras,morena
Me faltaba amor,morena
Llenaré de mi tu alma,morena
Con la mirada en alto,morena
Llénaré de ti mi alma,morena
Me faltaba amor

La vida sigue con Alegria
Baila,baila la rumba
El amor,el amor que sale con la rumba

Palabras de amor
Llenaré de ti mi alma,morena
Cuando ceso la lluvia,morena
Con la mirada en alto,morena
Pronto ceso la lluvia
Palabras de amor
Morena,morena
Pronto ceso la lluvia

TRADUCTION :

Brune

Quant je te vis mon coeur

Et que maintenant je peux demander, mon âme

Dans le silence, je me légue ton amour, blessant

Beaucoup sont les paroles,

Brune, brune,

Pour dire les choses,

Brune, brune

Beaucoup sont les paroles,

Brune, brune

Il me manquait l'amour

L'amour, l'amour, qui sort avec la rumba

Danse, danse la rumba

Danse la brune, danse la brune

Danseuse, danse cherie

La vie, la vie continue avec plaisir

Danse, danse la rumba

Brune, Brune

Beaucoup sont les paroles, brune

Pour dire les choses, brune

Beaucoup sont les choses, brune

Il me manquait l'amour, brune

Je me remplirai de ton âme, brune

Avec le regard vers le haut, brune

Je me remplirai de ton âme, brune

Il me manquait l'amour

La vie continue avec plaisir,

Danse, danse la rumba

L'amour, l'amourqui sort avec la rumba

Paroles d'amour

Je me remplirai de ton âme, brune

Quand cesse la pluie, brune

Avec le regard vers le haut, brune

La pluie cesse bientôt

Parole d'amour

Brune, brune

La pluie cesse bientôt

How That Sound

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky

So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.

And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl

She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.

Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.

They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.

I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.

The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.

(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?