Paroles et traduction Farruko feat. Brray & Noriel - Doble L

Doble L

And now from Puerto Rico
Yo no me olvido del maleanteo (Sheesh)
De la′ yale' (Yah, de la′ yale')
De la' fina′ que del calentón no salen
Lo′ nene' pa′l pistoleo (Brr), así que no guayen (Ja, no guayen)
To' mis shooters no fallan como Ray Allen (Plo!)
No me olvido del maleanteo (Maleanteo)
De la′ yale' (De la′ yale', yah)
De la' fina′ que del calentón no salen
Lo′ nene' pa′l pistoleo (Plo!), así que no guayen (Ya, ya, ya)
Tenemo' la′ puta, (Dame un breakesito ahí, Brray, Farru!)
Ésta 'tá pa′ ponerla en el Can Am (En el Can-Am)
Va' a dónde Baya (Dónde Baya)
A ciento y pico, primera parada en Playa' (Jajaja, sin arena)
Tre′ kripy′ y no falla (No falla), ya 'tamo en talla
To′ lo' nene′ tienen palo'
Aquí el que fantasmeé se guaya (Pu-pu-pum!)
Y vamo′ pa' la Doble L, que están la' reale′ galla′ (Las mami chula')
Hoy no′ vamo' a fuego, la movie prendía′, on fire
El Tito con parcha en salsa, estamo' pri-yi-yah-yah (Uh-wih!)
Y la que no venga a chichar pue′ pa'l carajo
Que se vaya (Ay, pa'l carajo)
La noche esta buena pa′ formar un escarceo
Pa′ llevarno' a cualquiera que ande en
Busca ′e fantasmeo (Tra, tra)
'Tá buena la marihuana, la hookita y el teteo
(Guarden lo′ lagarto' que no fuimo′ pa'l perreo, Fa-rru!)
Yo no me olvido del maleanteo, de la' yale′ (Yale′)
De la' fina′ que del calentón no salen
Lo' diablo′ pa'l pistoleo (-leo), así que no guayen (Guayen)
Tenemo′ la' puta' (Ah, ah) y el respeto de la calle
Yo no me olvido de la calle, el calentón
El de treinta pa′l problemón
Se hace lo que no′ dé la gana
Aquí sí somos la presión
No importa lo que pase, aquí nadie los ojos cierra
Porque na' má′ lo' muerto′ han visto el final de la guerra
El que tenga miedo a morir que no nazca
Bateando pa' quiniento′, viviendo la vida con flow de NASCAR
Dicen que son calle y que son jefe'
Pero tú les da' un kilo y lo mueven de la USA pa′l D.F
La baby está encendía′, el combo está encendío'
La calle prendía′, to' lo′ Phillie' prendío′
La' galla' moviendo el culo con el dembow y el perreo
Y to′ lo′ títere' activo′, to' puestos pa′l bellaqueo
Yo no me olvido del maleanteo (Sheesh)
De la' yale′ (Yah, de la' yale')
De la′ fina′ que del calentón no salen
Lo' nene′ pa'l pistoleo (Brr), así que no guayen (Ja, no guayen)
To′ mis shooters no fallan como Ray Allen (Plo!)
No me olvido del maleanteo (Maleanteo)
De la' yale′ (De la' yale', yah)
De la′ fina′ que del calentón no salen
Lo' nene′ pa'l pistoleo (Plo!), así que no guayen (Ja)
Tenemo′ la' puta′ y el respeto de la calle (Sheesh)
Ando en la Jeepeta repartiendo el dulce
Llevándome a to'as las modelo' que se me crucen (Wuh)
Cuando ven la′ velita′ y la' botella′ se lucen
Con lo' muchacho′ de La 65 y Santurce (Yo')
Aquí llegó el gordito de borinquen bella
Mami, crió una estrella, lo′ millone' pa' mis hijo′ y pa′ ella (Cash)
Van pa' arriba cuando se sellan
Nosotro′ coronamo' callao′, sin dejar huella (Sheesh)
Y tú, ¿frontearme a mí, cabrón?, no seas charlatán (Charlatán)
Esto e' mi querido chulería, tan-tan (Tan-tan)
El alma de la′ fiesta', la pampara, el matatán
Búscame en el OnlyFans dándole a
To'as la′ qué ustede′ no le' dan
(¡Fa-rru!, sheesh)
Yo no me olvido del maleanteo, de la′ yale' (Yale′)
De la' fina′ que del calentón no salen
Lo' diablo' pa′l pistoleo (-leo), así que no guayen (Guayen)
Tenemo′ la' puta′ y el respeto de la calle (De la calle, de la calle)
Ya, ya, ya
Laramercy gang
Farru!
Yo te vo'a hablar claro, papi
El reggaetón no está muerto lo que pasa e′
Que ustede' lo están cortando con sueño ′e mono y anestesia 'e caballo
Jajajaja
Y la gente se le' está quedando dormida
Diga to′, Joniel
Simi
Cambia ′e punto y capea que e' La 167, para que tú vea
Sharo Towers
La verdadera grasa
Reggaetón de la mata, puritina y sin corte, jajajajajaja

Double L

And now from Puerto Rico
I haven't forgotten the thug life (Sheesh)
The streets (Yeah, the streets)
The fine girls who don't shy away from the heat
The boys are ready for action (Brr), so don't mess around (Ha, don't mess around)
All my shooters are on point like Ray Allen (Plo!)
I haven't forgotten the thug life (Thug life)
The streets (The streets, yeah)
The fine girls who don't shy away from the heat
The boys are ready for action (Plo!), so don't mess around (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We got the girl, (Give me a little break there, Brray, Farru!)
This one's perfect for the Can-Am (In the Can-Am)
She'll go wherever she wants (Wherever she wants)
At a hundred and something, first stop at the beach (Hahaha, without sand)
Three blunts and she's good (She's good), we're on the same page
All the boys are packing
Anyone who tries to act tough gets messed up (Pu-pu-pum!)
And we're going to the Double L, where the real hotties are (The beautiful babes)
Tonight we're on fire, the movie's lit, on fire
Tito with passion fruit in salsa, we're feeling good (Uh-wih!)
And whoever doesn't come to party can go to hell
Get lost (Ay, to hell)
The night is good for a little escapade
To take anyone who's looking for
Some action (Tra, tra)
The weed, the hookah and the party are good
(Put away the guns, we didn't come to dance, Fa-rru!)
I haven't forgotten the thug life, the streets (Streets)
The fine girls who don't shy away from the heat
The devils are ready for action (-tion), so don't mess around (Mess around)
We got the girls (Ah, ah) and the respect of the streets
I haven't forgotten the streets, the heat
The thirty for the problem
We do what we want
Here we are the pressure
No matter what happens, nobody closes their eyes here
Because only the dead have seen the end of the war
Whoever is afraid to die should not be born
Batting for five hundred, living life with NASCAR flow
They say they are street and that they are bosses
But you give them a kilo and they move it from the USA to the D.F
The baby is lit, the crew is lit
The street is lit, all the Phillies are lit
The girls are moving their asses with the dembow and the perreo
And all the puppets are active, all ready for the hookup
I haven't forgotten the thug life (Sheesh)
The streets (Yeah, the streets)
The fine girls who don't shy away from the heat
The boys are ready for action (Brr), so don't mess around (Ha, don't mess around)
All my shooters are on point like Ray Allen (Plo!)
I haven't forgotten the thug life (Thug life)
The streets (The streets, yeah)
The fine girls who don't shy away from the heat
The boys are ready for action (Plo!), so don't mess around (Yeah)
We got the girls and the respect of the streets (Sheesh)
I'm in the Jeep handing out the candy
Taking all the models that cross my path (Wuh)
When they see the candles and the bottles they show off
With the boys from La 65 and Santurce (Yo')
Here comes the little fatty from beautiful Borinquen
Mommy, raised a star, millions for my children and for her (Cash)
They go up when they are sealed
We crown ourselves quietly, without leaving a trace (Sheesh)
And you, front me, dude? Don't be a charlatan (Charlatan)
This is my dear chulería, tan-tan (Tan-tan)
The life of the party, the pampara, the matatán
Find me on OnlyFans giving it to
All the ones you don't give it to
(Fa-rru!, sheesh)
I haven't forgotten the thug life, the streets (Streets)
The fine girls who don't shy away from the heat
The devils are ready for action (-tion), so don't mess around (Mess around)
We got the girls and the respect of the streets (Of the streets, of the streets)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Laramercy gang
Farru!
I'm gonna be straight with you, daddy
Reggaeton is not dead, what's happening is
That you guys are cutting it with monkey sleep and horse anesthesia
Jajajaja
And people are falling asleep
Say it all, Joniel
Simi
Change the point and cape that it's La 167, so you can see
Sharo Towers
The real fat
Reggaeton from the bush, pure and uncut, jajajajajaja