Kun Fu - Nathy Peluso Übersetzung ins Englische

Kun Fu

Pelusa flama, ¡aja!
Up nigga, you know
Everything you need I got, papi! ¡Aja!
Kung fu, Tarantino en las sábanas
Lenguaje mixto, descifrables secuencias
Sexual, rítmico, relativo, aceptable
Ahora te vas, veo lejos, 'niquilable
La fonética 'e tu lengua, imprevisible
Suenan dentro 'e los boricuas
Inestable, capicua, it's a over
Hazme en el cuerpo espuma
For discover, circunferencias en tu centro
Minimalismo, espaguetis
Clásico, olímpico, así metía'
Nos mezclamos, escapamos
De lo básico, histórico
Cinco dimensiones, matices y superhéroes
Pero sí el síndrome, atmósfera
It's slay
When you want I'm ready for slay, babe
When you want I'm ready for slay, babe
When you want I'm ready for slay, babe
When you want I'm ready for slay, babe
Ay yo, ajá
You are my fresh light
I need a hurt time
I get the pleasure
How I get now?
You are my fresh light
I need a hurt time
I get the pleasure
How I get now?
For you too my party
I got just sound, papi
For you too my party
I got just sound, papi
Tres horas más tarde en el abismo
Las uñas largas, sin esmalte
Vos sos el mismo, sin city de esa
Transiciones, los clasifican canciones viejas
Y vo' vacilando en tus cejas
Rejas de tu óptica mística, azulada
Tengo una virgen blanca, helada, que te devora
Por dos monedas de oro respiran mis poros
En tu panal de carne
Give me your sugar, pendejo
Shy wondering
¿Por qué persigues al conejo, Alicia?
Los azulejos so clean brillan, ajá, ah
¡Shake your little culo, flaca, ajá!
You are my fresh light
I need a hurt time
I get the pleasure
How I get now?
You are my fresh light
I need a hurt time
I get the pleasure
How I get now?
For you too my party
I got just sound, papi
For you too my party
I got just sound, papi
Escaleras, habítame lentito las caderas
No sé hasta qué punto me esperas
Pegando chicle debajo del asiento
Yo sé que a vos te pone mi acento clandestino
Te conviertes en mi guarida
Estás conmigo planeando la huida
Dividida, rendida a tus pies siendo hembra
Siendo hombre, siendo humana, siendo hambre
Siete sentidos y el fiambre, la mesada
No me gusta como huele mi almohada
Biggie suena en la zona, video-vigilada
La de tu cuello supura y Buda mira, ah
You are my fresh light
I need a hurt time
Thinkin' in pleasure
Get party to my world, I've been here
Get party to my world, here, here
Get party to my world, here, here
To my, to my world, here, here
I gotta so hot, fuck me
I gotta so hot, fuck me
I gotta so hot, fuck me
Oh, oh, yo so fuck me

Kun Fu

Fluff is on fire, aha!
Up nigga, you know
Everything you need I got, Daddy! Aha!
Kung fu, Tarantino in the Sheets
Mixed language, decipherable sequences
Sexual, rhythmic, relative, acceptable
Now you're leaving, I see far away, 'niquilable
The phonetics 'e your language, unpredictable
They sound inside 'e the Boricuas
Unstable, capicua, it's a over
Make me foam on the body
For discover, circles at your center
Minimalism, spaghetti
Classic, Olympic, that's how I used to get'
We mingle, we escape
From the basics, historical
Five dimensions, nuances and superheroes
But yes the syndrome, atmosphere
It's slay
When you want I'm ready for slay, babe
When you want I'm ready for slay, babe
When you want I'm ready for slay, babe
When you want I'm ready for slay, babe
Ay yo, ajá
You are my fresh light
I need a hurt time
I get the pleasure
How I get now?
You are my fresh light
I need a hurt time
I get the pleasure
How do I get now?
For you too my party
I got just sound, Daddy
For you too my party
I got just sound, Daddy
Three hours later in the abyss
Long nails, without polish
You are the same, sin city of that
Transitions, they classify them old songs
And vo' wavering in your eyebrows
Bars of your mystical optics, bluish
I have a white, icy virgin, who devours you
For two gold coins breathe my pores
In your honeycomb of meat
Give me your sugar, asshole
Shy wondering
Why are you chasing the rabbit, Alicia?
The so clean tiles shine, aha, ah
Shake your little ass, skinny, aha!
You are my fresh light
I need a hurt time
I get the pleasure
How I get now?
You are my fresh light
I need a hurt time
I get the pleasure
How I get now?
For you too my party
I got just sound, papi
For you too my party
I got just sound, papi
Escaleras, habítame lentito las caderas
I don't know how far you wait for me
Sticking gum under the seat
I know that you get my underground accent
You become my lair
You're with me planning the escape
Divided, surrendered to your feet being a female
Being a man, being human, being hungry
Seven senses and the deli, the counter
No me gusta como huele mi almohada
Biggie suena en la zona, video-vigilada
La de tu cuello supura y Buda mira, ah
You are my fresh light
I need a hurt time
Thinkin' in pleasure
Get party to my world, I've been here
Get party to my world, here, here
Get party to my world, here, here
To my, to my world, here, here
I gotta so hot, fuck me
I gotta so hot, fuck me
I gotta so hot, fuck me
Oh, oh, yo so fuck me