Lyrics and translation Willie DeVille - Balada Romantica

Balada Romantica

Ya subele el speaker boss, sujetate
Una generación perdida a manos del hambre y los loops
Una decada y contando euro the boss
Limítate, no se atrevas a cuestionar si somos o no, true hip hop

Puf puf pasas, que se queden quietos
El dojo y jangle mi trono es de respeto
Pupilos recibidos quieren ocupar el asiento
Pobre jamás podrán, Willie DeVille su maestro

No hacen mas droga, no hacen más feria
No hacen más arte mijo, dejen su histeria
No pueden controlar un imperio, haciendo historia
Mucho álbum que publicaran serio
Seguiré vigente
Mientras es evidente
Que no traen la sustancia
No son culto de mi gente

Willie DeVille
El Dios de todos estos
Jodidos muchachos
Rinda tributo y bajen
La cabeza mamarrachos

Otro desesperado dando pataditas de ahogado
No venga con estadísticas, que todos esos plus son pagos
Y el mercado internacional lo abrieron otros
Tairo, pedro y marlon saludo a mis monstruos
Máximo respeto a todos mis precursores
Dale al botón deslike, odio tras monitores

Toda mi gente sabe bien a todos los que apoye
Lo llaman monopolio, si lo logra es por que no tienen con que
Mira tu prepotencia, nadie te debe nada
Pregúntale a la audiencia

Tus formulas no funcionaron, date pro vencido
Tu cul* no te pertenece, dalo por vendido
Shit, no puedes manejar un imperio
Solo te escuchan las niñas de catorce sn criterio
El Dios de todos estos jodidos muchachos
Rinda tributo y bajen la cabeza mamarrachos
Muchacho estúpido, no te debo escusas ni razones a ti
Sigue el ejemplo que fijaron tus mayores

Invertí mi tiempo trabajando en la carrera
De artistas en ascenso, respeto en consenso
Las alianzas las mantengo, bien parada
A donde sea que vaya y donde provengo

Ballad of Romance

Turn up the speaker boss, hold on
A lost generation lost to hunger and loops
A decade and counting euro the boss
Limit yourself, don't you dare question if we are or not, true hip hop

Puff puff you pass, let them stay still
The dojo and jangle my throne is of respect
Pupils received want to take the seat
Poor they will never be able to, Willie DeVille their master

They don't do more drugs, they don't do more money
They don't do more art my boy, let go of their hysteria
They can't control an empire, making history
A lot of albums they will release seriously
I will remain in force
While it is evident
That they do not bring the substance
They are not a cult of my people

Willie DeVille
The God of all these
Fucking guys
Pay tribute and lower
Your heads you blockheads

Another desperate man kicking his drowning legs
Don't come with statistics, all those bonuses are payments
And others opened up the international market
Tairo, Pedro and Marlon greetings to my monsters
Maximum respect to all my forerunners
Hit the dislike button, hate behind monitors

All my people know well all those I support
They call it a monopoly, if he achieves it it's because they have nothing to do it with
Look at your arrogance, no one owes you anything
Ask the audience

Your formulas didn't work, give up
Your ass doesn't belong to you, sell it
Shit, you can't run an empire
Only girls of fourteen with no criteria listen to you
The God of all these fucking guys
Pay tribute and lower your heads you blockheads
You stupid boy, I don't owe you excuses or reasons
Follow the example that your elders set

I invested my time working on my career
Of rising artists, respect in consensus
I keep the alliances strong, well-positioned
Wherever I go and wherever I come from