Paroles et traduction Jenni Rivera - La Mentada Contestada

La Mentada Contestada

Ah, ¿con que quería jugar a las mentaditas, mhijo?
Ahí le va su contestación

Ya recibí aquella carta
En cual me mientas la madre
Vengo a decirte en tu cara
Que tú a tu madre

No quise seguir contigo
Porque tú eras un cobarde
Pues, ya lo traías de herencia
Igualito que tu padre

Según mucho me querías
Tú nunca has querido a nadie
Por eso y por tus mentiras
Vas y a tu madre

Pa' que veas que tengo perro
Te lo mandaré esta tarde
Orina charcos muy grandes
Pa' que se hundan tú y tu madre

Ja, ja, ja, ja y le pone salvavida' a la vieja
Pa' que no se ahogue la güey
Y arriba sonora jefa, no se agüite, amá
Que al cabo usted dice que ya ni la siente

Acepto la mentadita
A las 4 de la tarde
Las otras 23 horas
Vas y tú a tu madre

Pa' que veas que no hay agüite
Un palito quiero darte
Pa' que le des de madrazos
A la piñata de tu madre

Dale, dale, dale a la vieja bomba
Dale, dale, dale a la vieja bomba

Este verso es pa' tu abuela
Y los que llevan tu sangre
Agarrados de la mano
Todos a su madre

Ja, ja, ja
Ay, bebé
¡Qué gacho me cae!

The Insult Answered

Ah, so you wanted to play the game of insults, my son?
Here's your answer

I received that letter
In which you insulted my mother
I'm here to tell you face to face
That you and your mother

I didn't want to continue with you
Because you were a coward
Well, you got it from your inheritance
Just like your father

According to you, you loved me so much
You have never loved anyone
For that and for your lies
You and your mother

So that you can see that I've got a dog
I'll send it to you this afternoon
It pees in very large puddles
So that you and your mother will sink

Ha, ha, ha, ha and put a life jacket on the old woman
So that the dumb one won't drown
And up Sonora boss, don't worry, mom
Because at the end of the day you say you don't even feel it anymore

I accept the insult
At 4 in the afternoon
The other 23 hours
You and your mother

So that you can see that there's no fear
I want to give you a stick
So that you can give it to the jerks
To your mother's piñata

Hit it, hit it, hit the old bomb
Hit it, hit it, hit the old bomb

This verse is for your grandmother
And those who carry your blood
Holding hands
All off to their mother

Ha, ha, ha
Oh, baby
I can't stand you!