Satanás - Aleman traduction en anglais

Satanás

Mira el vato, güey
Lo traía brincando el carro a tres llantas en el centro, mamón
(Everybody know I flex, ooh)
Uh, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Tres llantas, pero ahí de frente, en el squid (Neta bro, ne-ne-neta, neta, mamón)
No, traía a la chota vuelta loca el vato (¿Ah? A la verga, ya sabrás)
Yaoh, ah, ya sabrá', yaoh

Fleetwood 94, brincando lo traía el vato (Wuh)
Partiendo todo el asfalto, esa madre brinca bien alto (Wuh)
Ya saben que yo canto, la gente me ve rolando (Yeah)
Dice: "ahí va el Alemalandro', la chota se encuentra al tanto

Lo subo, lo bajo, rebota mi carro (Damn)
Como tu culito, cuando lo agarro (Wuh)
Lo hacemos de perro aunque suene bizarro (Yeah)
Dentro de la ranfla todo se lo embarro, skrr (Ah, ah)

Switch, switch, switch, sube, sube, bitch, bitch (Yeah)
Ese culo es un pitch y me embruja, witch, please (Pitch; witch)
Un Impala, de gris, Montecarlo y Caprice (Gris, yeah)
Reforzado el chasis, ya lo saben, homies (Wuh)

Empresario, puro Homegrown
A la verga, tiro barrio (El patrón, tiro barrio)
Con la mano pura H, tiro barrio (H)
Tiro barrio y que se mueran los contrarios (Yeah)
Les arde el culito a diario, ay

Wuh
Ey, ey, ey
De San Lucas a San Diego, siempre al piso me pego (Yeah)
Por Tijuana y Mexicali, si voy pa' Sonora se arma la party
Manejo lento, evita la mari, rolamos tumbados, no es un rally (Yeah)
Me esperan en beanies allá en Cali, ando con los tigers, como Tali

Qué bien te luce el culo en ese pantalón de cuero (Yeah)
En asientos de peluche o asientos de terciopelo
Combina mi pañuelo con tu cuerpo de modelo (Yeah)
Llevo tu alma para el cielo y ese culo hasta el suelo (Wuh)

Satanás

Look at this dude, man
He was driving the car bouncing on three tires in the center, damn
(Everybody knows I flex, ooh)
Uh, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Three tires, but right up front, in the squid (For real bro, ne-ne-real, real, damn)
No, he had the cops going crazy, that dude (Huh? To hell with it, you'll see)
Yaoh, ah, you'll see, yaoh

Fleetwood '94, he was driving it bouncing (Wuh)
Tearing up all the asphalt, that thing bounces really high (Wuh)
You know I sing, people see me rolling (Yeah)
They say: "There goes Alemán, the cops are keeping an eye on him

I raise it, I lower it, my car bounces (Damn)
Like your ass, when I grab it (Wuh)
We do it like dogs even if it sounds bizarre (Yeah)
Inside the ride, I cover everything in it, skrr (Ah, ah)

Switch, switch, switch, up, up, bitch, bitch (Yeah)
That ass is a pitch and it bewitches me, witch, please (Pitch; witch)
An Impala, gray, Monte Carlo and Caprice (Gray, yeah)
Reinforced chassis, you know it, homies (Wuh)

Entrepreneur, pure Homegrown
To hell with it, I shoot from the neighborhood (The boss, I shoot from the neighborhood)
With my hand pure H, I shoot from the neighborhood (H)
I shoot from the neighborhood and let the rivals die (Yeah)
Their asses burn daily, ay

Wuh
Ey, ey, ey
From San Lucas to San Diego, I always hit the floor (Yeah)
Through Tijuana and Mexicali, if I go to Sonora the party starts
I drive slow, avoid the trouble, we roll laid back, it's not a rally (Yeah)
They wait for me in beanies over in Cali, I'm with the tigers, like Tali

How good your ass looks in those leather pants (Yeah)
In plush seats or velvet seats
My handkerchief matches your model body (Yeah)
I take your soul to heaven and that ass to the ground (Wuh)