Paroles et traduction Daddy Yankee - Mix Rap 2

Mix Rap 2

Sigo algare
No me importa cuanto enemigo'me salen
Sigo haste que me cazen. saquen rifles, vengan y disparen
Pero que no fallen por que el perdon no existe en la calle
Tu ser la sangre de los enemigos cuando caen
Corazon de cangri
Envuelto en cripi, dale el pali
Me le meto al pary
Un muerto mas se cae papi
No tengo pana, ni hermano,
Ni hermana, yo solo doy cara
Mi hermano es un peine de treinta bala pa'lo guasa
Mi reveldia enpezo en mi casa
Sufria en mi casa y por eso yo me fui de mi casa la calle me llama mi padre de mi abusasa como a mi me maltrataron asi yo maltrataba
(La conciencia me dice quitate de la calle mi corazon de kiles dice tira pa'lante yo esoty tan loco que no me importa lo que me pase son dos caminos y una sola dicicion tu haces)
(Socio sigue mi viaje en roli prendel velda que este mundo esta bien algarete ENCIENDE ahora dime que tu siente estamos fumando vida o estamos funamdo muerte)
Y estamos... en el siglo 21 bien al garete esta el mundo los niños son como adultos cualquiera es dueño de un punto ya nadie brega los puño solo con una cortada mata el asunto como mi socio el difunto le metia cualquiera se metia solo en donde fuera le gustaban las pepas le trepaba el super eroe y se sentia como el dios de la guerra siempre terco envuelto en paliperco
Decian que era fuego otros que era un puerco y el tubo una discucion y como el era potron amenazo al chamaquito y no le metio y el otro sanado por miedo busco un cañon setio lo hirio... Facil le dio su destino a su enemigo como la primera potencia mundial en el mundo a Estados Unidos vino un loco religioso pero austuto tomo un plan perfecto y un pequeño grupo en nombre de la lojuro sin miedo a morir le dieron al corazon del mundo utilizando dos aviones parecian dos proyectiles cayendo aquellas dos torres dijeron que tercera guerra mundial a empezado se equivocaron el armagedon no a comenzado otros creyeron que los profesitos los tratamos esto esta algare no sabemo ni donde vamo'
(Socio sigue mi viaje en roli prendel velda que este mundo esta bien algarete ENCIENDE ahora dime que tu siente estamos fumando vida o estamos funamdo muerte)
La señora gobernadora la primera mujer que en puerto rico aqui a hecho historia mucho dijeron que un gobierno corrupto le entregaron que fueron muchos los millones que ellos nos robaron otros dice que por puerto rico no va'hacer nada si todavia no arregla lo'problema en su casa otro dicen que todos son iguales que sin direccion estan todos los lideres mundiales
Esta ola de maldad no la para nadie señales que ya estamos en los tiempos finales la sangre corre los residenciales municipales matan estatales los niños crecen con amor a los metales y sin amor un amen tiro a su niño al safakon y el AMOR sones el mas grande poder pero fatal cuando se brega al que ni debe de ser eh visto los hombre mas savios y poderosos caer por la mano hermosa sutil y astuta de una mujer coyo david coyo san-son cayo el rey salomon, socrates, adam y tambien luis vigoro cayo mi socio con dinero porder y en el mando por una gata que se presto pa'el tirarle un trambo
(Socio sigue mi viaje en roli prendel velda que este mundo esta bien algarete ENCIENDE ahora dime que tu siente estamos fumando vida o estamos funamdo muerte)
YEA. y el tiempo que esto pasa a otro nivel esto es un comienzo de los que sobreviven en este genero
Onli donstruonso va! win chesta 30/30 el carabina en gargola Yankee Man yao. yao. yao.
(win chester en la calle calibre de mento o de el haciendo conecciones ahora crece mi cartel primero es el negocio despues viene el placer te tira te mala mueres y muere el)
Para los tigres vacanos en altos de manhatan cuidado en el bloque con los chotas y las ratas venga lo que venga vamos a hacernos de plata de cora boricua de cora quisqueya ahora se forma en la disco el paty mas brutal ronal calvil pueltorro se une con el brugal seguro que vas a perriar no vas a raspar ga-tas ven-gan don-des-tan colombiano cubano fumando abano facturo fuerte en la barra frontiando con italiano negociando la plata me entiende mi hermano capiche paisano fue golial capitan de la gargolas alumbandolos vuelve y rematalos oye... con la mente de el sana to' bruclin, lecin chones bronx
(in chester en la calle calibre de mento o de el haciendo conecciones ahora crece mi cartel primero es el negocio despues viene el placer te tira te mala mueres y muere el)

Mix Rap 2

I keep pushing forward,
No matter how many enemies come at me.
I'll keep going until they catch me, pull out rifles, come and shoot,
But don't miss, because forgiveness doesn't exist on the streets.
Your blood will be the blood of enemies when they fall.
Cangri's heart,
Wrapped in weed, give me the blunt.
I dive into the party,
Another dead man falls, baby.
I have no friends, no brothers,
No sisters, I face things alone.
My brother is a thirty-bullet comb for the fools.
My rebellion started at home.
I suffered at home, and that's why I left. The streets called me. My father abused me, and as I was mistreated, so I mistreated.
(My conscience tells me to get off the streets, my hardened heart says keep going. I'm so crazy that I don't care what happens to me. There are two paths and only one decision, you make it.)
(Partner, follow my journey in the Rollie, light up the blunt, because this world is messed up. LIGHT IT UP. Now tell me what you feel, are we smoking life or are we smoking death?)
And we are... in the 21st century, the world is a mess. Children are like adults, anyone can own a corner. Nobody throws fists anymore, just one cut settles the matter. Like my deceased partner, he'd mess with anyone, he'd get involved anywhere. He liked pills, he'd climb the superhero and feel like the god of war, always stubborn, wrapped in trouble.
Some said he was fire, others that he was a pig. He had an argument, and since he was tough, he threatened the kid but didn't hit him. And the other one, healed by fear, looked for a gun, aimed, and wounded him... Easily giving his enemy his destiny, like the first world power in the world, the United States. A crazy but astute religious man came with a perfect plan and a small group, in the name of the faith, without fear of dying, they hit the heart of the world using two planes. They seemed like two projectiles falling, those two towers. They said World War III had started, they were wrong, Armageddon hasn't begun. Others believed that the prophets... This is messed up, we don't even know where we're going.
(Partner, follow my journey in the Rollie, light up the blunt, because this world is messed up. LIGHT IT UP. Now tell me what you feel, are we smoking life or are we smoking death?)
The governor, the first woman who made history here in Puerto Rico. Many said they handed her a corrupt government, that they stole millions from us. Others say she won't do anything for Puerto Rico if she hasn't fixed the problems in her own house yet. Others say they're all the same, that all world leaders are directionless.
This wave of evil can't be stopped by anyone, signs that we're already in the end times. Blood runs in the residential areas, municipal police kill state police. Children grow up with a love for metal and without love. A man threw his child in the dumpster, and LOVE is the greatest power but fatal when it's given to the wrong person. I've seen the wisest and most powerful men fall by the beautiful, subtle, and cunning hand of a woman. David fell, Samson fell, King Solomon, Socrates, Adam, and also Luis Vigoro. My partner fell, with money, power, and in command, because of a girl who lent herself to set him up.
(Partner, follow my journey in the Rollie, light up the blunt, because this world is messed up. LIGHT IT UP. Now tell me what you feel, are we smoking life or are we smoking death?)
YEA. And as time goes on, this reaches another level, this is a beginning for those who survive in this genre.
Only monsters go! Win chesta 30/30, the carbine in gargoyle. Yankee Man, yao, yao, yao.
(Winchester on the street, caliber of a mentor or him making connections, now my cartel grows, first comes business, then comes pleasure. You shoot, you miss, you die, and he dies.)
For the cool tigers in the heights of Manhattan, watch out in the block for the cops and the rats. Come what may, we're going to make money, from the heart of Puerto Rico, from the heart of Quisqueya. Now the most brutal party is forming in the club, Ron Barceló and Puerto Rican rum unite with Brugal. You're sure to dance, you're not going to scratch cats, come where they are, Colombian, Cuban, smoking weed, making a lot of money at the bar, fronting with the Italian, negotiating the money, my brother understands me, capiche paisano. Goliath was the captain of the gargoyles, lighting them up, come back and finish them off, listen... with his mind, he heals everything, Brooklyn, Lecin Chones, Bronx.
(Winchester on the street, caliber of a mentor or him making connections, now my cartel grows, first comes business, then comes pleasure. You shoot, you miss, you die, and he dies.)