Paroles et traduction Eladio Carrion feat. J Balvin, Daddy Yankee & Bobby Shmurda - TATA (feat. Bobby Shmurda) [Remix]

TATA (feat. Bobby Shmurda) [Remix]

Off-White la' chancla', Gucci la' bata'
Amigo' delincuente', no como Tata
La calle caliente como fogata
Aquel trató, pero cuando tratan
Pew pa' lo' pie', ello' bailan bachata
Siempre en nota, Hakuna Matata
MP5 te deja trinco
Cuando suena hace ra-ta-ta-ta

Dicen mi nombre, nunca mi cara, hablan, no tienen data
Estoy en LA con mi essay, why you so thirsty?
You need some water
Con la cone de México, sí, el médico, tomando Henny Horchata
No me llamen pa' bochinche', revoluce', que eso e' de Satán

Ra-ta-ta-ta, Eladio no empata, Eladio fuma como rasta
Vine de la mata, solo tigueraje, no coro con rata'
No te meta' con el diablo, eso lo dijo Nata
Vine de abajo, como la batata
Quieren verme muerto, dale, ven y trata
Hay do' opcione', nigga, plomo o plata

Smokin' on zaza, whippin' up yaya
Tell 'em free Quavo and Rashad
Plaka, tell 'em this bad man, tell 'em this danda
Tell 'em that I'm top shotter
Robber, me and my pilots
Me and my naggas, mi mami, my choppers

Just came home off a lock-up
Grr, anything when I pop up
Blowin' that nino, throw that thing up
Roll everything I see up
Smokin' on Easter, really don't need her
After I fuck her, you can keep her
Baby, I'm steady in this breach up
Baby, I rack them, niner
And I got hitters in Humacao
And even in Medellín

Uh, bang-bang, bitch
You better never speak up
Bang-bang, bitch
I went to sleep with a eater
Bang or gang, bitch
I got to sleep with the nina'
I go to sleep with these divas
I done came up from the keesh

Off-White la' chancla', Gucci la' bata'
Amigo' delincuente', no como Tata
La calle caliente como fogata
Aquel trató, pero cuando tratan
Pew pa' lo' pies, ello' bailan bachata
Siempre en nota, Hakuna Matata

J Balvin, man
De hacer historia, de eso se trata
Tu movie e' falsa y por ende, barata
Yo soy el mismo, solo que con má' plata
Ustede' son bueno', pero el ego los mata

Millo sin corbata
José siempre la tiene en alta
Andamo' tranquilo', Hakuna Matata
Comiéndome un J Balvin meal con patata'

'Tá to' bien, chillin' con mi gata
En el Ferrari rojo escarlata
Prendío' como fogata
Más que tú está ganando mi azafata

Aquí no se pregunta cuánto se gasta
No fumo mata, pero pura hoja como un rasta
Mi vida es una película, ya mismo me vuelvo cineasta
Esto no me basta, yo quiero más pasta
Fuchi, de lejito' con las rata'
En París, no estoy hablando de Nata
Esa mala cara los delata

Lo mío es de oro, lo tuyo es de lata
Lo mío es real, lo tuyo es pirata
A eso va la candidata
Hoy quiero una española y una croata-ta-ta

Off-White la' chancla', Gucci la' bata'
Amigo' delincuente', no como Tata
La calle caliente como fogata
Aquel trató, pero cuando tratan
Pew pa' lo' pies, ello' bailan bachata
Siempre en nota, Hakuna Matata
MP5 te deja trinco
Cuando suena hace ra-ta-ta-ta
La Cabra, the goat

Once again a romper la lleca
Alumno venga, le costeo la beca
Nacío' y cria'o donde tú no entra'
No hay alarma, pero sí Cuarenta
Quién tú ere', fuck lo que proyecta'
Shooters ready, los mantengo alerta
Villa Kennedy, sigo en La Meca
Ser el líder siempre fue la meta

Yo no hice maleta' cuando me pegué
To' lo contrario, puse al día al barrio
To'a la gente que a mí me vio crecer
Están al tanto, saben lo que hablo
Mi otra casa la aventé y la compré
No me cabían los premio' y lo' cuadro'

Solo Dios sabe por lo que pasé
No me interesa lo que te contaron
¡De un millón pa'l billón!, To' lo que tengo e' legítimo
Ante' quería ser bichote
Ahora bajo pa'l case y to's quieren ser como yo

Disparo' no paro, se va pa'l piso
Cuando los palo' los halo', le meto preciso
Tiro un rafagazo en el mic y lo paralizo
Qué carajo están hablando to' esto' huelebicho'

Tengo el cuello below zero
Hasta en verano paso frío
En la muñeca hay un resort, ching
Y lo' baguette' no están incluido'

El Jefe
Bachata
DY
Baby, I'm bad man
J Balvin, man
Baby, I'm hahas, Tata
Baby, I'm bad man
Baby, I'm bad man
Eladio Carrión
Blam-blam

Ayy, ayy
Killin' on them, them
Ayy, ayy
Bam, I am bad man
Ayy, ayy, one
Killin'
Leggo (Krr)

TATA (feat. Bobby Shmurda) [Remix]

Off-White the 'flip-flop', Gucci the 'robe'
'Delinquent' friend, not like Tata
The street hot as a campfire
That one tried, but when they try
Pew pa'lo' pie', ello' they dance bachata
Always on note, Hakuna Matata
MP5 leaves you trinco
When it sounds it makes ra-ta-ta-ta

They say my name, never my face, they talk, they have no data
I'm in LA with my essay, why you so thirsty?
You need some water
With the cone of Mexico, yes, the doctor, taking Henny Horchata
Don't call me a bochinche, revoluce, that's Satan's

Ra-ta-ta-ta, Eladio doesn't draw, Eladio smokes like rasta
I came from the bush, only tigueraje, not chorus with rat'
Don't mess with the devil, that's what Nata said
I came from below, like the sweet potato
They want to see me dead, dale, come and try
There is do'opcione', nigga, lead or silver

Smokin' on zaza, whippin' up yaya
Tell 'em free Quavo and Rashad
Plaka, tell 'em this bad man, tell 'em this danda
Tell 'em that I'm top shotter
Robber, me and my pilots
Me and my naggas, mi mami, my choppers

Just came home off a lock-up
Grr, anything when I pop up
Blowin' that nino, throw that thing up
Roll everything I see up
Smokin' on Easter, really don't need her
After I fuck her, you can keep her
Baby, I'm steady in this breach up
Baby, I rack them, niner
And I got hitters in Humacao
And even in Medellín

Uh, bang-bang, bitch
You better never speak up
Bang-bang, bitch
I went to sleep with a eater
Bang or gang, bitch
I got to sleep with the nina'
I go to sleep with these divas
I done came up from the keesh

Off-White the 'flip-flop', Gucci the 'robe'
'Delinquent' friend, not like Tata
The street hot as a campfire
That one tried, but when they try
Pew pa 'lo' pies, ello' dance bachata
Always on note, Hakuna Matata

J Balvin, man
Making history, that's what it's all about
Your movie is fake and therefore cheap
I'm the same, only with more' silver
You 'are good', but the ego kills you

Millo without tie
Jose always has it on high
Let's go 'easy', Hakuna Matata
Eating a J Balvin meal with potato'

'Tá to 'well, chillin' with my cat
In the scarlet red Ferrari
I lit ' like a campfire
More than you is winning my flight attendant

There is no question here how much is spent
I don't smoke kills, but pure leaf like a rasta
My life is a movie, I'm becoming a filmmaker right now
This is not enough for me, I want more pasta
Fuchi, from lejito 'with the rats'
In Paris, I'm not talking about Cream
That bad face gives them away

Mine is made of gold, yours is made of tin
Mine is real, yours is pirate
That's what the candidate is going to
Today I want a Spanish and a Croatian-ta-ta

Off-White the 'flip-flop', Gucci the 'robe'
'Delinquent' friend, not like Tata
The street hot as a campfire
That one tried, but when they try
Pew pa 'lo' pies, ello' dance bachata
Always on note, Hakuna Matata
MP5 leaves you trinco
When it sounds it makes ra-ta-ta-ta
The Goat, the Goat

Once again to break the lleca
Student come on, I'll pay for the scholarship
I was born 'and raised'o where you don't come in'
There is no alarm, but Forty
Who are you ', fuck what projects'
Shooters ready, I keep you on your toes
Villa Kennedy, I'm still in Mecca
Being the leader was always the goal

I didn't pack a suitcase' when I hit
To ' the contrary, I brought the neighborhood up to date
To the people who watched me grow up
They're in the know, they know what I'm talking about
I bought my other house and bought it.
I couldn't fit the prizes' and the 'painting'

Only God knows what I went through
I'm not interested in what they told you
Of a million to a billion!, To 'what I have and' legitimate
Ante' I wanted to be a bichote
Now under pa'l case and to's want to be like me

Shot ' I don't stop, it goes to the floor
When I stick 'the halo', I put precise
I throw a blast at the mic and paralyze it
What the fuck are they talking to... 'this' stink'

I have the neck below zero
Even in summer I pass cold
On the wrist there is a resort, ching
And the 'baguette' are not included'

El Jefe
Bachata
DY
Baby, I'm bad man
J Balvin, man
Baby, I'm hahas, Tata
Baby, I'm bad man
Baby, I'm bad man
Eladio Carrión
Blam-blam

Ayy, ayy
Killin' on them, them
Ayy, ayy
Bam, I am bad man
Ayy, ayy, one
Killin'
Leggo (Krr)