Paroles et traduction Cartel de Santa - Si Te Vienen a Contar

Si Te Vienen a Contar

Cuatro veinte de la madrugada, la hora adecuada
Yo no me ando con mamadas, yo los bajo de volada
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Ahora es el momento, demuestre que es violento
Que sí le vale verga y que trae un armamento
Que su gente lo respalda pa′ las drogas y las armas
Y que aparte trae un buen adiestramiento
Que se habla con el ejército, no cierto
Que se habla con los azules, no cierto
Que se entiende con la maña, que muerde como piraña
Y si piensa que me apaña, eso no cierto
El momento, el momento es ahora
No a la hora de la hora, porque luego no le atora
Se lo digo de "cora", como tú he mirado varios
Que se pintan de sicarios y resultan lo contrario
Dicen que son de barrio, que fueron pandilleros
No tienen expediente, ya chequié, son puro pedo
Pa' hacerlo verdadero no más se ocupa huevos
Quizá nacer de nuevo, pero no ser embustero
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
No se pinte de pelón si viene del reggaetón
Justin Bieber trae tatuajes y eso no lo hace cabrón
Panochón, a ver, diga que es de a neta
Que la calle lo respeta y que su lírica es honesta
Que no es otra muñeca, como Daddy Yankee
Él llegó de jefe y al final tiró la Barbie
Diga que es un gangster, diga que es malandro
Perra, como quiera nadie lo baja de liandro
Actitud de chango, de todos se columpia
A todos nos menciona y a todos nos la chupa
Pambazo en la nuca al estilo de los guachos
Por acá en el norte se le llama chiricuazo
Te evitaré muchacho, sin hacerte promoción
Lo que hizo en caricatura, yo lo hice después del show
Pregúntale al Snoop con quién se fumó la mota
Cállate la boca y toma lo que te toca
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Tira tu liriquilla tú solito contra mí
O si quieres todo el team, yo llegué a ponerle fin
Aquí nadie va a morir, aquí nadie va a sangrar
Es solo cuestión de rap, como Biggie con Tupac
Risa es lo que dan, copian como cantan
Las letras se roban, como llegan se van
Ya se enteró papá quién le tiró a los fans
Y ahora por mamoncito ya de tache va pa′ atrás
Le quiso acomodar, pero ya no le salió
El Babo ya te oyó y hasta te escribió canción
Chamaquito cachetón, es hipócrita y culón
Sé que me miro mamón, pero el güey se lo buscó
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Yo mero, el mero mero culero
Y cuando quiera, aquí lo espero
Y donde le tope, pues ahí mero
Si ya sabe de que lado le rosa la truza, hombe'
Del que me cuelgan la riata
Puro pinche cártel le salta la verga, compa
Deje en la calle
A ver si es cierto todas las pinches mamadas que canta, güey

If They Come to Tell You

Four twenty in the morning, the perfect time
I don't mess around, I take them down swiftly
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you I did it
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you I did it
Now is the moment, show you're violent
That you don't give a damn and you carry an arsenal
That your people back you up for drugs and guns
And that you also have good training
That you talk to the army, not true
That you talk to the cops, not true
That you understand the mafia, that you bite like a piranha
And if you think I'll support you, that's not true
The moment, the moment is now
Not at the hour of truth, because then you won't have the guts
I'm telling you from the heart, like you, I've seen many
Who paint themselves as hitmen and turn out to be the opposite
They say they're from the hood, that they were gangsters
They have no record, I checked, they're all talk
To make it real, you only need balls
Maybe to be born again, but not to be a liar
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you I did it
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you I did it
Don't act tough if you come from reggaeton
Justin Bieber has tattoos and that doesn't make him a badass
Panochón, let's see, say you're for real
That the street respects you and your lyrics are honest
That you're not another doll, like Daddy Yankee
He came in as a boss and in the end he threw away the Barbie
Say you're a gangster, say you're a thug
Bitch, nobody takes you seriously anyway
Monkey attitude, swinging from everyone
He mentions us all and sucks us all off
Pambazo on the neck, guacho style
Here in the north we call it a chiricuazo
I'll avoid you, kid, without giving you promotion
What he did in cartoons, I did after the show
Ask Snoop who he smoked weed with
Shut your mouth and take what's coming to you
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you I did it
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you I did it
Throw your little rhymes against me alone
Or if you want the whole team, I'm here to put an end to it
Nobody's going to die here, nobody's going to bleed
It's just a matter of rap, like Biggie with Tupac
They're laughable, they copy how they sing
They steal lyrics, as they come, they go
Dad already found out who threw at the fans
And now for being a little jerk, he's going backwards
He wanted to fit in, but it didn't work out
Babo already heard you and even wrote you a song
Chubby little boy, you're a hypocrite and a coward
I know I look like a jerk, but the dude asked for it
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you I did it
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you I did it
Me, the real motherfucker
And whenever you want, I'll be waiting here
And wherever I find you, right there
If you already know which side your underwear rubs on, man
The one they hang the rope on me from
The whole damn cartel jumps on your dick, dude
Leave it on the street
Let's see if all the bullshit you sing is true, man