Paroles et traduction La Excepcion - Nos Late Fuerte

Nos Late Fuerte

Malos mengues les trajelen y el ojete se los pelen
Que estos jambos primo ni entienden ni güelen,
Ni distinguen, ni mastinguen, ni mojan tosti en el pringue,
Ni se chupan los deos después de un buen papeo,
No dan la talla becerrillos canallas
Produciendo amargura sinan guardavallas,
Hay padrecico, pobrecico, qué lástima de chico,
Poca sangre, y mucho hocico.
¡Ja! tú verás yo vine encanao, yo vine enciscao,
Con Carmona aquí a mi lao,
Alegrías he topao, las penicas he guardao,
Pa dar vidilla hemos llegao y sin embargo te has cortao,
Algo a tí te ha impresionao, lacorruno acobardao,
Que un gitano y un lisiao aparecieran agarraos,
Con humildaz se hayan mostrao, razones han bastao,
Pa que me haya descalzao y el requesón te hayas jallao.
Burlatelo como cameles
Ya sea en tirantes, pantacas, o gayumbeles,
Va por cangrejos y se te olvidan los reteles,
No traiste cebo, por la patilla nunca vienen.
Gracias Antonio por tu música,
Frank por tu claridad cotidiana,
Bubu por tu peludez,
Que aún nos queda mucho que aprender y que ofrecer
¿Langui el Primo? ¿Qué? Burlatelo otra vez ...

Nos late, late, bullate,
Chocolate late que nos maten... (x2)

Y es que nos late fuerte fuerte el corazón,
Goza y llena el alma de color,
Pa tí lo canto, mira vívelo.

Sonríes te da lache no anduvamos con farsa
¿Y qué es lo que pasa?, sigue la comparsa,
Payitas no queremos que meneen su tanga
¿Y qué es lo que pasa?, mi gente la manga.
Marcha camelo, akais en vuelo,
Freno porque soy bueno y dikalo,
Estilo calo se diferencia
Cogemos testigos tratamos herencias,
La esencia no se perturba, se queda
Y entre bombos y cajas me tocan la guitarreja,
La ceja no se levanta taranta,
En la garganta nus deja gozo alegría,
¿Tú me seguirías?
Suerte sería si de dos hilos pendiera,
Si obtuviera el futuro yo lo auguro sin un duro
Y una ruina de ignorancia,
Perseverancia del duende
De que no fuímos gitanicos rubicos de akais verdes.
Fue del destino y en tu carrino
Y del casino verduguete
Humildez, no tuvimos juguetes
Y el soniquete continuó su tradición creció en espesura
Y la duda dura pues surgió,
Se mostró en un platico de habichuelas con arroz.
Ahi que no falte la cordura pa aumentar la ambición
Que de vidilla a la cultura en un estao de confusión.
Nunca dije fragoneta, tampoco malacotón
Y si tengo que ser patriarca lo seré del Hip Hop.

Nos late, late, bullate,
Chocolate late que nos maten... (x2)

Y es que nos late fuerte fuerte el corazón,
Goza y llena el alma de color,
Pa tí lo canto, mira vívelo. (x4)

Pump My Heart

Bad guys trap them and peel their assholes
That these morons, honey, neither understand nor smell,
Don't tell, don't chew, don't dunk toast in the gravy,
Nor do they lick their fingers after a good meal,
They don't measure up, rascally calves
Producing bitterness without any guards,
Oh, Daddy, poor little thing, what a shame about the boy,
Low on blood, but a lot of talk.
Ha! you'll see, I came here enchanted, I came here bewitched,
With Carmona right by my side,
I've found joy, I've kept my sorrows away,
We've come to give life, but you've cut yourself short,
Something has impressed you, you scaredy-cat,
A gypsy and a cripple appearing together,
With humility they showed themselves, with enough reasons,
So that I took off my shoes and found the cheese.
Make fun of it like rascals
Whether in suspenders, trousers, or spandex,
You're after crabs and forget the nets,
You didn't bring bait, so they'll never come by the hook.
Thank you, Antonio, for your music,
Frank, for your daily clarity,
Bubu, for your furriness,
For we still have much to learn and to offer.
Langui el Primo? What? Make fun of it again ...

Pump my heart, pump my heart, shake it up,
Pump chocolate, my love... (x2)

And it's that my heart beats strong and true,
Enjoy and fill your soul with color,
For you I sing it, look and live it.

You smile and get away with it, we don't fool around.
And what's going on? The party continues,
We don't want fools to shake their booty.
And what's going on? My people, the sleeve.
Go on, camel, fly away,
I stop because I'm good and I dictate it,
Gypsy style makes a difference,
We take witnesses, we deal with inheritances,
The essence is not disturbed, it remains.
And between drums and snare drums they play me the guitar,
The eyebrow doesn't raise taranta,
In the throat it leaves us joy, happiness,
Would you follow me?
Lucky would be if I hung from two threads,
If I got the future, I would predict it without a dime
And a ruin of ignorance.
Perseverance of the spirit
That we were not ruby gypsies of green eyes.
It was destiny and in your car
And the verduguete casino,
Humility, we had no toys
And the rhythm continued, its tradition grew in thickness,
And doubt endures because it arose,
It showed itself in a small dish of beans with rice.
There you don't need common sense to increase ambition,
That from life to culture in a state of confusion.
I never said van, nor neighborhood,
And if I have to be a patriarch, I'll be one of Hip Hop.

Pump my heart, pump my heart, shake it up,
Pump chocolate, my love... (x2)

And it's that my heart beats strong and true,
Enjoy and fill your soul with color,
For you I sing it, look and live it. (x4)