Paroles et traduction Chacka - Lata De Salsa

Lata De Salsa

Lo ke ma yo odio
E la traicion
Y te hablen embute
Te tiran tu nombre
Pal suelo pa ke no te buke
Ya se como e
Tu me miraba raro
Cuando pedia moet
Dile a la culona
Ke me traiga la otra moet

Miralo como en paz decansa
Lata de salsa
Zippy
Hippy
Prenda
Drippy
Ya se como e
Tu me miraba raro
Cuando pedia moet
Dile a la culona
Ke me traiga la otra moet

Eperando el pure
Lo cotomel tan ahi a cualta
El pure ke vendo se apalta
La chapa ella la desapalta
Kiere ke la parta
Ojo cuidandome e lo jolopero
Yo me buco solo
Cero coro con grupo
La ultima ve no me supo
No confio en gente
Ke tenga la barriga alante
Eso e de lo tiempo de ante
Y To lo ke dice solo suena interesante
El dice ke si ke lo e
Kiero saber si lo e
Creo ke le ta mintiendo
Polke lo veo corriendo
Cuando me ve el silhouette
Al baby le guta anda limpio
Tu nunca me a dao pa lo pamper
Y no se saben lo pasito
Pa pode baila con lo gangster
E ke ello tan lleno de odio
Y no disimulan e obvio
No disii
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Miralo como en paz decansa
Lata de salsa
Zippy
Hippy
Prenda
Drippy
Ya se como e
Tu me miraba raro
Cuando pedia moet
Dile a la culona
Ke me traiga la otra moet

Ella quiere la vibra e
Le guto como el tipo la calibra e
Dice ke kiere fuma
Pero ella kiere kema
Pero de la libra e
No tamo en romance
Ya pa lo palomo no ahi chance
No me llegan ni ke decanse
Mira pa otro lao pa ke asi
Puedan evitarse
La shorty
Lo carro la prenda
Ello lo ven como ke e bulto
Cuando hecho pa alante
Ello lo ven como ke e un insulto
Pero me kieren ve muerto
Prefieren ve preso ke suelto
Si ponen un huevo revuelto
E por el cuchillo ke ello
Aparecen cubierto
Ello se reian cuando yo
Andaba en la bici
Ata me dejo la missi
El poloche decia crisis
Ahora toy como lo geezy
Geezy, caro
Nunca, guaro
Nombre raro
No com paro

Can of Salsa

What I hate the most
Is betrayal
And you speak bullshit
You throw your name
To the ground so you don't float
I already know
You looked at me weird
When I asked for Moët
Tell that fat ass
To bring me another Moët

Look at him resting in peace
Can of Salsa
Zippy
Hippy
Prenda
Drippy
I already know
You looked at me weird
When I asked for Moët
Tell that fat ass
To bring me another Moët

Waiting for the puree
They're waiting for the soup over there
The puree I'm selling is getting sold out
The police break it up
He wants me to split it
Watch out for the junkie
I move alone
No problems with a group
The last time I didn't know what's going on
I don't trust people
Who have a big belly
That's from the old days
And everything he says only sounds interesting
He says that yes, it is
I want to know if it is
I think he's lying
Because I see him running
When he sees me in the silhouette
The baby likes to be clean
You've never given me a diaper
And you don't know the steps
To dance with gangsters
Is that they are full of hatred
And they don't hide the obvious
I'm not going to say it
I'll change the subject

Look at him resting in peace
Can of Salsa
Zippy
Hippy
Prenda
Drippy
I already know
You looked at me weird
When I asked for Moët
Tell that fat ass
To bring me another Moët

She wants the vibe
She likes how the dude calibrates it
She says she wants to smoke
But she wants to burn
But from the pound
We're not in romance
There's no chance for the doves anymore
They don't come to me even if they rest
Look the other way so they can
Avoid themselves
The shorty
The car, the clothes
They see it as a package
When I walk forward
They see it as an insult
But they want to see me dead
They prefer to see imprisoned than free
If they put an egg scramble
It's for the knife that they
Appear covered
They laughed at me when I
Rode a bike
The siege left me the mission
The watch said crisis
Now I'm like the Geezy
Geezy, expensive
Never, buddy
Strange name
I don't eat with a friend