Paroles et traduction Don Omar feat. Héctor "El Father" & Zion - Ronca

Ronca

Ronca, probando
Millón de copias vendidas
El mejor DJ del genero del reggaeton
Mejor canción del genero del reggaeton, "Ronca"
(Don, Don!)
El mejor artista del genero del reggaeton en tus manos
(Ronca!)
(Ya tu Sabes!)
(Grrrrrr...)

Simplemente el que habla con las manos
(Ronca!)
(El mejor pagado!)
El más decente
El mundo ha conocido tu música
(Ronca!)

Ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca

Eliel, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca

Y saca los sinfónicos
Que se soltó el rapero biónico
El más que vendo con récord histórico
Y trucos tácticos
Voy a sacar fules de plástico
Pa' barrer a to' esos puercos
Que se piensan ser prácticos

Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontiar
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas

Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontiar
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas

(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)

Eliel te toca, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Cierrale la boca a to' estos soca'
Que se esbocan, y sus letras sofocan
Dile que con nosotros 'tan en coca

Cien mil batallas, y seguimo' invictos
Medio millón de copias vendidas con el mismo disco
Los noto ariscos, tírense por un risco
'Tamos sonando los reyes de Puerto Rico

Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontiar
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas

Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontiar
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas

(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)

Ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca

Eliel, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca

(Jajajajajaja!)
Locos los dejo, ustedes to's tiran de lejos
Frontean y son mi reflejo
Como los mata el viejo, todos se miran en mi espejo
Juega conmigo y juega con tu pellejo

Locos los dejo, ustedes to's tiran de lejos
Frontean y son mi reflejo
Como los mata el viejo, todos se miran en mi espejo
Juega conmigo y juega con tu pellejo

Soy el bambino
Hector el father, gangster fino
Productor de discos de platino
Les atino, que al que se lamba lo elimino
Mezclo música con calle, como las combino

No pierdo el hilo, yo soy navaja de doble-filo
El de la torta sin vender kilos
Eliel, ronca, yo ando cazando con el Tonka
Eliel, ronca, yo ando cazando con el Tonka

Ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca

Eliel, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca

Ninguno va guerrer
Lo que hacen es fronter
Conmigo no buscan na
Son fecas

Ninguno va guerrer
Lo que hacen es fronter
Conmigo no buscan na
Son fecas

La realidad del asunto es que nos llaman los fantásticos
Hector el bambino
Zion, Don Omar, Eliel
Nasty, la mente maestra
Escobar, Alex gárgola, Mario
Dejándonos su instinto, Ronca
Roncamos porque podemos
Porque somos los dueños del género
Los dueños del género
Si ronca, aguanta
Si ronca, aguanta
Don
Jajajajaja
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Roars

Roaring, testing
A million copies sold
The best DJ in the reggaeton genre
Best song in the reggaeton genre, "Roars"
(Don, Don!)
The best artist in the reggaeton genre in your hands
(Roars!)
(You Know!)
(Grrrrrr...)

Simply the one who speaks with his hands
(Roars!)
(The highest paid!)
The most decent
The world has known your music
(Roars!)

Roars, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy

Eliel, roars, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy

And bring out the symphonic instruments
Because the bionic rapper is loose
The one who sells the most, with a historic record
And tactical tricks
I'm going to bring out plastic brooms
To sweep away all those pigs
Who think they're practical

None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're feces

None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're feces

(Wooooh...) (Roars!)
(Wooooh...) (Roars!)
(Wooooh...) (Roars!)
(Wooooh...) (Roars!)

Eliel, it's your turn, roars, hit it with the Tonka
Shut the mouths of all these fools
Who boast, and their lyrics suffocate
Tell them they're in trouble with us

A hundred thousand battles, and we're still undefeated
Half a million copies sold with the same album
I notice they're edgy, they should jump off a cliff
We're playing, the kings of Puerto Rico

None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're feces

None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're feces

(Wooooh...) (Roars!)
(Wooooh...) (Roars!)
(Wooooh...) (Roars!)
(Wooooh...) (Roars!)

Roars, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy

Eliel, roars, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy

(Jajajajajaja!)
I leave them crazy, you all shoot from afar
You front and you're my reflection
How the old man kills them, they all look in my mirror
Play with me and play with your skin

I leave them crazy, you all shoot from afar
You front and you're my reflection
How the old man kills them, they all look in my mirror
Play with me and play with your skin

I'm the bambino
Hector the father, fine gangster
Platinum record producer
I hit the target, and I eliminate those who lick their lips
I mix music with the streets, how I combine them

I don't lose the thread, I'm a double-edged razor
The one with the cake without selling kilos
Eliel, roars, I'm hunting with the Tonka
Eliel, roars, I'm hunting with the Tonka

Roars, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy

Eliel, roars, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what excites them
And drives them crazy

None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're feces

None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're feces

The reality of the matter is that they call us the fantastic ones
Hector the bambino
Zion, Don Omar, Eliel
Nasty, the mastermind
Escobar, Alex gargoyle, Mario
Leaving us their instinct, Roars
We roar because we can
Because we are the owners of the genre
The owners of the genre
If it roars, endure it
If it roars, endure it
Don
Jajajajaja
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