Paroles et traduction Guelo Star feat. Polaco & Baby Rasta & Gringo - Quienes Controlan

Quienes Controlan

¿Quiénes controlan la calle caliente?
La calle caliente, nadie la controla
Alguien descontrola la calle caliente
Así mueren todos a punta de pistola (Ah, Baby es la m-)

Los que controlan son títere', menos rico marca cuatro, siete
De carro a carro, fumigando con julepe
Mueren cucaracha', y hasta las rata' se mueren
Mueren los culpables y hasta inocentes mueren

Aquí no se perdona ni a las mujeres
Muñequita' de la mafia, por insecta' mueren (Boom)
Siempre están pa' lo que sea, con tal de joderte
Ten y dan al medio, hablan mierda por ganarse
Un par de peso', te chotean y se pierden
Son tan efectiva' que en noticias salen
Salen, banco, fían, saben y a cazarte salen (Blráh)

Donde a nadie en la calle controlan, -trolan
Ya no hay respeto, premian tu chola
Donde a nadie en la calle controlan, -trolan (Todo')
Te dejan pega'o por averigua'o

Donde a nadie en la calle controlan, -trolan (Boom, boom)
Ya no hay respeto, premian tu chola
Donde a nadie en la calle controlan, -trolan
Te dejan pega'o por averigua'o (El Polaco, jajaja, ya)

La calle revuelta y la nota en alta, a full
Porque el palo lo' parta
Las mujere' suelta', al discotequeo no faltan
Brr, quieren que la' parta

Óyeme, están borrando caras, no se metan la mía, no
Que pa' esquivar un fuletazo hay que joderse
Todo' sonríen, al final, amigo mío no
Confíes que ese corazón no puede verse (Prá, prá)

A no empomperse, mirando to' pa'trás
Si se dumieron, se oye un tracatrá
Y otro tracatrá, y luego tracatrá
Tracatrá, traca-traca-traca-traca-tracatrá

Donde a nadie en la calle controlan, -trolan
Ya no hay respeto, premian tu chola
Donde a nadie en la calle controlan, -trolan (Todo')
Te dejan pega'o por averigua'o

Donde a nadie en la calle controlan, -trolan (Boom, boom)
Ya no hay respeto, premian tu chola
Donde a nadie en la calle controlan, -trolan
Te dejan pega'o por averigua'o

Muchos les temen en la noche
Cuando ven que el lobo aúlla (Auuu)
Cacería, empieza sin miedo
Cuando la manada se an'ta

Mejor acúsate que te andan velando
La calle lo sabe
Si te preguntan por qué sigo creciendo
Porque no me dejé

Este rasta, rasta, rasta, con la cuatro, cero, manda
Transemos con en la' vía' (Porque aquí nadie controla)
Cuida'o con la calle, 'tá muy caliente
A mí, lo que me sobra es pistola

La calle huele a plomo, la esquina vende todo
Las mujeres se venden, saben todo y callan todo
La jara te persigue, te quitas tú, te tumban
Muchos frontearon y siete pies están en tumba'

Porque, ya nadie la calle controla, -trola
Ya no hay respeto, premian tu chola
Ya nadie la calle controla, -trola
Te dejan pega'o por averigua'o

Ya nadie la calle controla, -trola
Ya no hay respeto, premian tu chola
Ya nadie la calle controla, -trola
Te dejan pega'o por averigua'o

¿Quiénes controlan la calle caliente?
La calle caliente, nadie la controla
Alguien descontrola la calle caliente
Así mueren todos a punta de pistola

¿Quiénes controlan la calle caliente?
La calle caliente, nadie la controla
Alguien descontrola la calle caliente
Así mueren todos a punta de pistola

Este es el elenco de Polaco, Guela Star, Baby Rasta y Gringo
Georgy Miliano, AJ LA Voz
Live Music
Junbo Mix, Big Dos

Who Controls

Who controls the hot streets?
The hot streets, nobody controls them
Someone is out of control on the hot streets
That's how everyone dies at gunpoint (Ah, Baby it's the m-)

Those who control are puppets, except for rich four, seven
From car to car, fumigating with julepe
Cockroaches die, and even rats die
The guilty die and even innocent people die

Here, not even women are forgiven
Mafia dolls die because they are insects (Boom)
They are always down for whatever, as long as it screws you over
They give and take in the middle, they talk shit to win
A couple of bucks, they snub you and disappear
They are so effective that they appear in the news
They come out, rob, bail, they know and they come out to hunt you (Brrráh)

Where nobody controls the streets, they troll them
There is no respect, they reward your girl
Where nobody controls the streets, they troll them (Everyone)
They leave you stuck for being nosy

Where nobody controls the streets, they troll them (Boom, boom)
There is no respect, they reward your girl
Where nobody controls the streets, they troll them
They leave you stuck for being nosy (El Polaco, hahaha, yeah)

The streets are in turmoil and the note is high, full blast
Because the stick breaks them
The women are loose, they don't miss going to the disco
Brr, they want me to break them

Listen, they're erasing faces, don't put mine in, no
To dodge a blow, you have to fuck yourself
Everyone smiles, in the end, my friend, no
Trust that that heart cannot be seen (Pra, pra)

Don't get cocky, looking back at everything
If they fell asleep, a rattle is heard
And another rattle, and then rattle
Rattle, rattle-rattle-rattle-rattle-rattle

Where nobody controls the streets, they troll them
There is no respect, they reward your girl
Where nobody controls the streets, they troll them (Everyone)
They leave you stuck for being nosy

Where nobody controls the streets, they troll them (Boom, boom)
There is no respect, they reward your girl
Where nobody controls the streets, they troll them
They leave you stuck for being nosy

Many fear them at night
When they see the wolf howling (Auuu)
Hunting begins without fear
When the pack gets thirsty

You better accuse yourself that they are watching you
The street knows
If you ask me why I keep growing
Because I didn't let myself

This rasta, rasta, rasta, with the four, zero, sends
Let's deal on the streets (Because nobody controls here)
Be careful with the street, it's very hot
Me, what I have left over is a gun

The street smells like lead, the corner sells everything
Women sell themselves, they know everything and keep quiet about everything
The bad luck chases you, you take yourself away, they knock you down
Many fronted and are seven feet under

Because, nobody controls the street anymore, they troll it
There is no respect, they reward your girl
Nobody controls the street anymore, they troll it
They leave you stuck for being nosy

Nobody controls the street anymore, they troll it
There is no respect, they reward your girl
Nobody controls the street anymore, they troll it
They leave you stuck for being nosy

Who controls the hot streets?
The hot streets, nobody controls them
Someone is out of control on the hot streets
That's how everyone dies at gunpoint

Who controls the hot streets?
The hot streets, nobody controls them
Someone is out of control on the hot streets
That's how everyone dies at gunpoint

This is the cast of Polaco, Guela Star, Baby Rasta and Gringo
Georgy Miliano, AJ LA Voz
Live Music
Junbo Mix, Big Dos