Paroles et traduction Baby Rasta y Gringo - Odio (feat. Ñengo Flow, Tego Calderón & Arcángel) [Remix]

Odio (feat. Ñengo Flow, Tego Calderón & Arcángel) [Remix]

Sabemos que tienen pesadillas con Los Lobos
Pero el deseo que sienten por dentro de espacharrarme a mí...
Es un sueño
Hay comentarios en mi barrio de que yo soy hombre muerto
De que me van a reventar ni que saliendo de un concierto
Ya par de veces me han tirado y han fracasado en el intento
Ando con EME en el TL, y la FM respondiendo
Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio, que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían, pero no tienen cría
Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio, que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían, pero no tienen cría
Me jodí todavía esta mordia' (sí, sí)
La gente aquella sin puntería
Muchos años y no se saca esa espina
Soy culpable de no dejarme mandiga'
Se que te caigo como bomba, come porongas
Palabras en mi boca huele tranca no pongas
Hablo de frente fuerte me saco gente
Que no estan acostumbrados a que les baje caliente
Oye demonio los poderes estan en Santurce
Lo real siempre aparta lo de dulce
Tengo una loca como tú, pa' que se junten
A ver si pueden con el come dulces
Estoy alzao', claro nací pa' babalao'
Dejereo' con las mujeres que me han echao'
Tan miserable no debió haber nacido
Te confundes ser humilde con estar jodio', y me tienen
Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio, que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían, pero no tienen cría
Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio, que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían, pero no tienen cría
Alerta, dale reload, que la presión se sienta
Que ellos no saben que su odio mi ego alimenta
Gringo, ahora con Tego y el Ñengo
Y todas las expresiones en este Remix las sostengo
Me tienen cazao', pero ninguno me toca
Si no van a hacer nada cabrones, cierren la boca
Que yo ando ready pa' to, y me los llevo uno a uno
Les dejo un ra-pa-pa-pam, y la cara botando humo
Recargo y ram pam pam pam y a volar como paloma
Bobby me dice que andan todos prestao', que no son broma
En el velorio, mientras su familia llora a ese jodio'
Meterme en la capilla a rematarlos con la forty full con odio
Son mas rollo que película, su letra es ridícula,
Son una mierda, tan obsoletos, necesitan mi matrícula
Y aunque me odien,
Sin cojones me cuido de los cabrones
Y le saco la mierda a los habladores
Viven criticando que Dios se los multiplique
Se llenan de furia, yo me lleno de tickets
Oye, cierra la bemba pa' que salga sano
Y mámanos el bicho que con ratas no bregamos
Sigo imposible, ustedes suenan débil, yo duro y heavy
Se va a caer el que tenga suelta las tennis
Son locos con comentar, viven del aparentar
Y cuando hay que cazar, nunca nunca salen a matar
(Balas calientes, como la 40 del Baby)
Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían, pero no tienen cría.
Odio, hay par de gente que me tiene
Odio, que me saludan por hipocresía
Muchos me desafían, pero no tienen cría.
Rindan reverencia, llego el favorito de la gente
Espacio para mí, Arcangel, volvió el demente
El dinero que he hecho no es suficiente
Me mudé al lado del sol, estoy muy caliente
¿Quiénes son ustedes pa' tirarme de repente?
No tienen credibilidad para engañar la gente
Me odian porque los mato sencillo
Cambian más de corillo que de calzoncillo
Tú eres un lobo disfrazao' que traiciona a su manada
De puercos como tú otra cosa no se esperaba
Soy un varón, y un varón a otro no le teme
Mi respeto a Baby, mi respeto a Gringo, mi respeto a EME (Prrra!)
(Este es EME Music chorro e' cabrones!)
Pero ven, ódiame más
Que mientras me odias, mi dinero crece más
Mi cuenta sube más, mi carro vale más
No voy pa' atrás jamas, prefiero estar en Alcatraz

Hate (feat. Ñengo Flow, Tego Calderón & Arcángel) [Remix]

We know you have nightmares about Los Lobos,
But the desire you feel inside to crush me...
It's just a dream.
There are rumors in my hood that I'm a dead man,
That they're gonna blow me away, maybe even leaving a concert.
They've already tried a couple of times, and failed in their attempts.
I roll with EME in the TL, and the FM responding.
Hate, there are a few people who have it for me.
Hate, they greet me out of hypocrisy.
Many challenge me, but they don't have the guts.
Hate, there are a few people who have it for me.
Hate, they greet me out of hypocrisy.
Many challenge me, but they don't have the guts.
I'm still messed up from this bite (yeah, yeah)
Those people with terrible aim.
Many years and they haven't gotten that thorn out.
I'm guilty of not letting myself be chewed up.
I know I drop on you like a bomb, you dick-eater.
Words in my mouth smell like trouble, don't mess around.
I speak my mind, loud and clear, I push people away,
Those who aren't used to me bringing the heat.
Hey devil, the powers are in Santurce,
The real always sets aside the sweet.
I have a crazy girl like you, so you can get together,
And see if you can handle the candy-eater.
I'm high up, of course, I was born to be a babalao,
I daydream about the women who have thrown me out.
You shouldn't have been born so miserable,
You confuse being humble with being fucked up, and they have it for me.
Hate, there are a few people who have it for me.
Hate, they greet me out of hypocrisy.
Many challenge me, but they don't have the guts.
Hate, there are a few people who have it for me.
Hate, they greet me out of hypocrisy.
Many challenge me, but they don't have the guts.
Alert, reload, let the pressure be felt,
They don't know that their hate feeds my ego.
Gringo, now with Tego and Ñengo,
And I stand by every word in this Remix.
They're hunting me, but no one touches me,
If you're not gonna do anything, assholes, shut your mouths.
I'm ready for anything, and I'll take them down one by one,
I'll leave them with a ra-pa-pa-pam, and their faces smoking.
I reload and ram pam pam pam and fly away like a dove,
Bobby tells me they're all borrowed, they're no joke.
At the wake, while their family mourns that fucker,
I'll go into the chapel and finish them off with the forty full of hate.
They're more talk than movie, their lyrics are ridiculous,
They're shit, so obsolete, they need my license plate.
And even though they hate me,
Without fear, I watch out for the bastards,
And I beat the shit out of the talkers.
They live criticizing, may God multiply them,
They fill with fury, I fill with tickets.
Hey, shut your trap so you can leave healthy,
And suck my dick, we don't deal with rats.
I'm still impossible, you sound weak, I'm hard and heavy,
Whoever has loose sneakers will fall.
They're crazy about commenting, they live on appearances,
And when it's time to hunt, they never, ever go out to kill.
(Hot bullets, like Baby's 40)
Hate, there are a few people who have it for me.
Hate, they greet me out of hypocrisy.
Many challenge me, but they don't have the guts.
Hate, there are a few people who have it for me.
Hate, they greet me out of hypocrisy.
Many challenge me, but they don't have the guts.
Pay your respects, the people's favorite has arrived,
Make room for me, Arcangel, the madman is back.
The money I've made isn't enough,
I moved next to the sun, I'm too hot.
Who are you to suddenly come at me?
You have no credibility to deceive people.
They hate me because I kill them easily,
They change crews more than they change underwear.
You're a wolf in disguise who betrays his pack,
Nothing else was expected from pigs like you.
I'm a man, and a man doesn't fear another,
My respect to Baby, my respect to Gringo, my respect to EME (Bitch!)
(This is EME Music, a bunch of motherfuckers!)
But come on, hate me more,
Because while you hate me, my money grows more,
My account goes up more, my car is worth more,
I'm never going back, I'd rather be in Alcatraz.