Paroles et traduction Héctor "El Father" - Ronca

Ronca

Ronca
Provando
Ronca
Eliel, tú me escuchas?
Eliel, tú me escuchas?
Millones de copias vendidas...
Ronca, Eliel
Yey, Ye
El mejor DJ del género del reggaeton
La mejor canción del género del reggaeton, Ronca
(Don, Don)
(Wo)
El mejor artista del género del reggaeton en tus manos
(Ronca)
(Ya tu Sabes)
(Gr)
Simplemente el que habla con las manos
(Ronca)
(El mejor pagado)
El mas decente
El mundo ha conocido tu música
(Ronca)
(Don)
Ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tú eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
Eliel, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tú eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
Masacre a los sinfónicos
Que se soltó el rapero biónico
El más que vendo con record histórico
Y trucos tácticos
Voy a sacar fules de plástico
Pa' barrer to' esos puercos
Que se piensan ser prácticos
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontear
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontear
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas
Eliel te toca, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Ciérrale 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 frontear
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontear
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas
Ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tú eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
Eliel, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tú eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
Gr
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
Héctor, 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
(Le llamam Héctor El Bambino)
Eliel, ronca
(El mejor productor del gé
Yo ando cazando con el Tonka
Ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tú eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
Eliel, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tú eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
(Zion)
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontear
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontear
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas
La realidad del asunto
Es que nos llaman los fantásticos!
Héctor, El Bambino!
Zion!
Don Omar!
Eliel!
Nesty!
Las mentes maestras!
Escobar!
Alex, Gárgola!
Mario!
Dejándonos sentir!
Ronca!
Y roncamos porque podemos!
Porque somos los dueños del género!
Los dueños del género
Y si ronca
Aguanta, aguanta
Si ronca
Aguanta
(Don!)
Je, je, je, je
Ronca!

Roar

Roar
Testing
Roar
Eliel, can you hear me?
Eliel, can you hear me?
Millions of copies sold...
Roar, Eliel
Yey, Ye
The best DJ in the reggaeton genre
The best song in the reggaeton genre, Roar
(Don, Don)
(Wo)
The best artist in the reggaeton genre in your hands
(Roar)
(You Know)
(Gr)
Simply the one who speaks with his hands
(Roar)
(The highest paid)
The most decent
The world has known your music
(Roar)
(Don)
Roar, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
Eliel, roar, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
Massacre the symphonic ones
The bionic rapper is unleashed
The one who sells the most with a historical record
And tactical tricks
I'm gonna pull 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
Eliel, it's your turn, roar, hit it with the Tonka
Shut the mouth of all these fools'
Who are bragging, and their lyrics suffocate
Tell them they're messing with the wrong crowd
A hundred thousand battles, and we're still undefeated
Half a million copies sold with the same album
I see them getting nervous, throw yourselves 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
Roar, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
Eliel, roar, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
Gr
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 at themselves in my mirror
Play with me and you 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 at themselves in my mirror
Play with me and you play with your skin
I'm El Bambino
Héctor, El Father, fine gangster
Producer of platinum records
I hit the target, I eliminate whoever messes up
I mix music with the streets, how I combine them
I don't lose the thread, I'm a double-edged blade
The one with the cake without selling kilos
Eliel, roar
I'm hunting with the Tonka
(They call me Héctor El Bambino)
Eliel, roar
(The best producer in the ge
I'm hunting with the Tonka
Roar, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
Eliel, roar, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
(Zion)
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!
Héctor, El Bambino!
Zion!
Don Omar!
Eliel!
Nesty!
The masterminds!
Escobar!
Alex, Gárgola!
Mario!
Letting ourselves be felt!
Roar!
And we roar because we can!
Because we are the owners of the genre!
The owners of the genre
And if it roars
Hold on, hold on
If it roars
Hold on
(Don!)
Heh, heh, heh, heh
Roar!