Poncho Conos - LEGADO 7 , T3R Elemento Übersetzung ins Englische

Poncho Conos

Un avión comercial sale de Mazatlán
En Los Ángeles va a aterrizar
Viajó pa Culiacán pa la chamba buscar
Ya quería trabajar y ganar

La suela Louis Vuitton pa delante le da
Pa atrás no sabe dar
Le batallé bastante, y pruebas de la vida
Pudo superar

En un Mercedes negro a Las Vegas se van
Listo para enfiestarse, gozar
En un Cadillac blanco a alta velocidad
Con El Chino lo vieron llegar

Buchanan's del 18 para Poncho Konos
Al Xalos llegó
Y si hay un problema un cargador extendido
Lo trae Genaro

Sé, no traigo su sangre, pero él es mi padre
Y tengo su apoyo además
Una niña es mi vida, mi reina es mi hija
Es mi razón para luchar

No soy gente de nadie
Y no por mis tatuajes me van a juzgar
Me da igual un buen taco con un bote a un lado
Que un fino restaurant

Miami y Nueva York para tirar el rol
Son gustos que se da el chavalón
Poncho ya se enfiestó, la noche ya llegó
Sirve aquí, del 18 pidió

Si en un tiempo no se pudo
Ahora sobran las ganas pa andar de cabrón
Y una bella dama morenita o güera
No dicen que no

Los Ángeles en casa, del Este, mi raza
Recuerden, no es bueno confiar
San Juditas me cuida, saben que la vida
Seguido se mira el llegar

Poncho ya se despide, tiene rato libre
Va pa Culiacán
Caminen derecho, y si andan en lo chueco
Hay que saber andar

Poncho Conos

A commercial plane leaves Mazatlán, baby,
In Los Angeles, it's gonna land.
Traveled to Culiacán looking for work, you see,
Ready to hustle, ready to earn some money.

Louis Vuitton soles, always moving forward, darling,
Never looking back, no way.
Struggled a lot, life's tests I've overcome,
Made it through, sweetheart.

In a black Mercedes to Vegas we roll,
Ready to party, ready to let go.
In a white Cadillac, high speed we ride,
With El Chino, they saw us arrive, girl.

Buchanan's 18 for Poncho Konos,
Arrived at Xalos, you know.
And if there's a problem, an extended magazine,
Genaro has it, my queen.

Yeah, I don't share his blood, but he's my father,
And I have his support, that matters.
A little girl is my life, my queen, my daughter,
She's my reason to fight, no other.

I'm not anyone's man, baby,
And don't judge me by my tattoos, maybe.
I'm just as happy with a taco and a beer on the side,
As a fancy restaurant, inside.

Miami and New York, to live it up, you see,
These are the pleasures I give myself, freely.
Poncho's partying now, the night has arrived,
Pour it up, he ordered the 18, my bride.

If I couldn't before, honey,
Now I'm more than ready to be a bad boy, money.
And a beautiful lady, brunette or blonde,
They don't say no, you're fond.

Los Angeles at home, from the East, my race,
Remember, it's not good to trust, embrace.
Saint Jude protects me, you know life's a game,
Often you see the end come the same.

Poncho says goodbye, he's got some free time,
Going back to Culiacán, it's prime.
Walk straight, and if you're on the wrong path, dear,
You gotta know how to tread, no fear.