Paroles et traduction Bad Bunny - Chambea

Chambea

Chambea, ¡jala!
Cabrón, ya no te quedan bala'
Chambea, ¡jala!
Cabrón, ya no te quedan bala'

Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo (Ra)

Dímelo parcero (¡Ja!)
Siempre con la zeta y no somo' salsero' (Prr)
Ya Susan Soltero (Wuh)
Dijo que de balas va a haber aguacero
Gusanos como tú yo, no los tolero
Cabrón, tú eres chota, tú eres reportero (Wuh, wuh)

Yeh, yeh, yo no soy Don Omar (¡Don!)
Pero, soy bandolero (Wuh)
Por eso solo creo en Dios (Amén)
Y en mi 4-0 (Prr)
Yeh, picante, picante como un habanero (Woo-hoo)
Si tú tienes la llave, yo tengo el llavero (Prrrrá)

Chambea, ¡jala!
Cabrón, ya no te quedan bala'
Chambea, ¡jala!
Cabrón, ya no te quedan bala'

Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo (Ah)

Chambea, ¡jala!
Cabrón, ya no te quedan bala'
Chambea, ¡jala!
Cabrón, ya no te quedan bala'

Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo (Ra)

La gente ya sabe, por eso ni ronco
No me llevo con nadie, andamos flow Stone Cold (What?)
Saqué mil dosciento' y me puse una Concord (Jeje)
Mamma, el piquete de bronco (Wooh)

No es meter presión, es saber meterla
A tu mujer en cuatro, voy a ponerla
Chingando y fumando un pasto de la perla (Prrá)
Tu cara ya nadie va a reconocerla
No es tener la villa cabrón, es moverla
Tú odias mi vida, pero es porque quieres tenerla (Yeh, yeh, yeh)

Porque vivimos chido, vivimos bien
Porque sobran botellas y billetes de cien
Tratando de matarme, han gasta'o to'a las balas del almacén
Pero soy inmortal como Baby Rasta y 50 Cent (Yeh, yeh, yeh)

Bad Bunny, baby, be-be-be-be-be-bé
Alex Killer (Alex Killer)
Nosotros somo' la nueva religión
Dícelo Luian
Mambo Kingz

Chambea, ¡jala!
Cabrón, ya no te quedan bala'
Chambea, ¡jala!
Cabrón, ya no te quedan bala'

Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez
Yo siempre picheo, enrolo otra vez

Work

Work, hustle!
Bastard, you're out of bullets
Work, hustle!
Bastard, you're out of bullets

I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch (Ra)

Tell me, partner (Ha!)
Always with the weed, and we ain't salsa dancers (Prr)
Susan Soltero already said (Wuh)
There's gonna be a downpour of bullets
Worms like you, I can't stand them
Bastard, you're a snitch, you're a reporter (Wuh, wuh)

Yeah, yeah, I'm not Don Omar (Don!)
But I'm a bandit (Wuh)
That's why I only believe in God (Amen)
And in my 4-0 (Prr)
Yeah, spicy, spicy like a habanero (Woo-hoo)
If you have the key, I have the keychain (Prrrrá)

Work, hustle!
Bastard, you're out of bullets
Work, hustle!
Bastard, you're out of bullets

I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch (Ah)

Work, hustle!
Bastard, you're out of bullets
Work, hustle!
Bastard, you're out of bullets

I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch (Ra)

People already know, that's why I don't even brag
I don't get along with anyone, we're on that Stone Cold flow (What?)
I pulled out twelve hundred and put on a Concord (Hehe)
Mama, the crew's wild (Wooh)

It's not about putting pressure, it's about knowing how to put it in
I'm gonna put your woman on all fours
Fucking and smoking some top-shelf weed (Prrá)
Nobody's gonna recognize your face anymore
It's not about having the goods, it's about moving it
You hate my life, but it's because you want it (Yeh, yeh, yeh)

Because we live cool, we live well
Because we have plenty of bottles and hundred dollar bills
Trying to kill me, they've spent all the bullets in the store
But I'm immortal like Baby Rasta and 50 Cent (Yeh, yeh, yeh)

Bad Bunny, baby, be-be-be-be-be-bé
Alex Killer (Alex Killer)
We are the new religion
Tell them Luian
Mambo Kingz

Work, hustle!
Bastard, you're out of bullets
Work, hustle!
Bastard, you're out of bullets

I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch, roll up another one
I always pitch, roll up another one