Paroles et traduction Luigi 21 Plus feat. Bad Bunny, Pusho & Nengo Flow - La Movie

La Movie

Ya nadie te cree a ti, ni a tu Instagram
Tú no eres millo y tampoco calle
Yo soy así, cabrón, no vo'a cambiar
Siempre real, más no confío en nadie

Si eres real cumple tu palabra
El hombre lo que habla lo respalda
Aplícate el refrán del perro que ladra
Pendejo que a nadie le metes cabra
Por más que bregas de corazón
Siempre sale un puerco y se te vira un lechón
(Puerco)
Estos hijueputas andan en manada
Salgan cabrones, que llegó su temporada
Se hacen los humildes, gusanos
Y uno de buena fe le da la mano
Se quejan que nadie los ayuda
Pero cuando se crecen, después ni lo saludan
Ahora to' son calles, ¿y qué es eso?
Si ilegalmente no se han buscao' un peso
Digan lo que digan cuidao' con eso
Que ustedes no resuelven ni a sus panas preso
Luces, cámaras, y acción
Veo otro lambe bicho en formación
Roncando de tickets y de armamento
Y se cree ser el artista del momento
Dicen ser leal, pero pa' ser leal te tienes que probar
Y aunque la lealtad en un papel no se firma (Oye)
Cabrón con esto se confirma

Yeh, yeh
Cabrones ya bajen la movie
Que to' el mundo sabe quién eres ya, yeh
Cabrones bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando y no tienen na, yeh
Cabrones bajen ya la movie
Que to' el mundo sabe quién eres ya, yeh
Cabrones bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando y no tienen na
No tienen na, yeh

Muchos hablan de lealtad sin conocerla
No pueden mantenerla porque no son reales
Por mí que se muera to' el cabrón que no sirve
Por mí que se muera, yo sigo firme
El monasterio, hay veneno pa' tus arterias
Tu vida es una comedia y yo soy dueño de la feria
Falsos cantantes morirán, por donde vienen se irán
Blanco y negro los ying yang, el R te va acribillar, yo
La fama los vuelve locos
Las ratas son ratas, yo no me equivoco
Mere mamabicho mejor baja el moco
Mere so hijo'eputa te vo'a dar unos pocos
No ignoren su suerte
Que anda con una glopeta a la muerte
Loco estoy por verte
Pa' sacarte los cascos por el cristal de alfrente
Mato a la falsedad y entierro a la hipocresía
Seguimos activos todavía, ¿qué?
Ñengo en nadie confía
Ñengo le pone el peine clear y la vacía
Artistas de embustes después no se frustren
Me pongo pa' ustedes, se van a ir ajustes
Aunque un army recluten vengan ejecuten
Qué vamos a ver cuando el AK se empute

Yeh, yeh
Cabrones ya bajen la movie
Que to' el mundo sabe quién eres ya, yeh
Cabrones bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando y no tienen na, yeh
Cabrones bajen ya la movie
Que to' el mundo sabe quién eres ya, yeh
Cabrones bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando y no tienen na
No tienen na, yeh

Ando con Mercedes deportivo
Ando con dos hijueputa que son impulsivos
Cazando par de lechones fugitivos que se me escaparon
Pero están más muertos que vivos
Lo que vivo casi nunca lo escribo
Y lo que escribo casi nunca lo vivo
Lo que ando buscando es una excusa, un motivo
Pa' arrastrarlos amarrao' de los estribos
Mi carro está saldo, mi casa está salda
Y estos colegas peleando por faldas
A mí me mama el bicho el cantante
El corista, el dj, y hasta tu guardaespaldas
Conmigo evita el rose que pa' meterte ya tengo la pose
Cabrón, tú y tu jefe a mí me conocen
No me hagas ponerte en la boca las doce
Me ven y rompen fila, ah
Yo nunca en mi vida he corrido por pilas
Dejen la marea tranquila
Que mi combo es mío, hijueputa, el tuyo tú lo alquilas
Te recomiendo que pidas ayuda
Que no va a llevarte ni Flores, la viuda
Sigue apostándole al Santo y al Buddha
Hasta que el huracán te sacuda (Pusho)

Yeh, yeh
Cabrones ya bajen la movie
Que to' el mundo sabe quién eres ya, yeh
Cabrones bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando y no tienen na, yeh
Cabrones bajen ya la movie
Que to' el mundo sabe quién eres ya, yeh
Cabrones bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando y no tienen na
No tienen na, yeh

El Bokisucio, Luigi 21 Plus
Bad Bunny, Ñengo Flow
Luigi
Pusho
El MVP
Montana The Producer
Fran Fusion
Los Illusions, Doble A Nales
Los Presidentes
Ustedes saben de nosotros chorro 'e hijueputa

The Movie

No one believes you anymore, not even your Instagram
You're not a millionaire, nor are you from the streets
I'm like this, man, I'm not gonna change
Always real, but I don't trust anyone

If you're real, keep your word
A man backs up what he says
Apply the saying about the barking dog
Fool who can't scare anyone
No matter how hard you try with your heart
There's always a pig who turns against you
(Pig)
These motherfuckers move in packs
Come out, bastards, your season has arrived
They act humble, worms
And one in good faith gives them a hand
They complain that nobody helps them
But when they grow, they don't even greet you
Now they're all about the streets, what's that?
If they haven't earned a peso illegally
Say what you will, be careful with that
You guys don't even help your friends in jail
Lights, camera, action
I see another ass-kisser in the making
Bragging about tickets and weapons
And he thinks he's the artist of the moment
They say they're loyal, but to be loyal you have to prove it
And even though loyalty isn't signed on paper (Listen)
Man, this confirms it

Yeah, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
Everyone knows who you are, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
You're all fronting and you have nothing, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
Everyone knows who you are, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
You're all fronting and you have nothing
You have nothing, yeah

Many talk about loyalty without knowing it
They can't maintain it because they're not real
I wish every useless bastard would die
Let them die, I remain firm
The monastery, there's poison for your arteries
Your life is a comedy and I own the fair
Fake singers will die, they'll leave the same way they came
Black and white, the ying yang, the R will riddle you, yo
Fame makes them crazy
Rats are rats, I'm not wrong
Fucking bitch, you better lower your snot
Fucking son of a bitch, I'll give you a few
Don't ignore your luck
That you're walking towards death with a gun
I'm dying to see you
To blow your brains out through the windshield
I kill falsehood and bury hypocrisy
We're still active, what?
Ñengo trusts no one
Ñengo puts the clear magazine in and empties it
Fake artists, don't get frustrated later
I'm coming for you, you'll be adjusted
Even if you recruit an army, come and execute
Let's see what happens when the AK gets pissed off

Yeah, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
Everyone knows who you are, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
You're all fronting and you have nothing, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
Everyone knows who you are, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
You're all fronting and you have nothing
You have nothing, yeah

I'm rolling in a Mercedes sports car
I'm with two motherfuckers who are impulsive
Hunting a couple of fugitive piglets who escaped me
But they're more dead than alive
What I live I rarely write
And what I write I rarely live
What I'm looking for is an excuse, a reason
To drag them tied to the stirrups
My car is paid off, my house is paid off
And these colleagues are fighting over skirts
I love the singer's dick
The backup singer, the DJ, and even your bodyguardAvoid contact with me, I'm already in position to put you downBastard, you and your boss know meDon't make me put the twelve in your mouthThey see me and break rank, ahI've never run for batteries in my lifeLeave the tide aloneMy crew is mine, motherfucker, you rent yoursI recommend you ask for helpNot even Flores, the widow, will take youKeep betting on the Saint and the BuddhaUntil the hurricane shakes you (Pusho)
Avoid contact with me, I'm already in position to put you down
Bastard, you and your boss know me
Don't make me put the twelve in your mouth
They see me and break rank, ah
I've never run for batteries in my life
Leave the tide alone
My crew is mine, motherfucker, you rent yours
I recommend you ask for help
Not even Flores, the widow, will take you
Keep betting on the Saint and the Buddha
Until the hurricane shakes you (Pusho)

Yeah, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
Everyone knows who you are, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
You're all fronting and you have nothing, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
Everyone knows who you are, yeah
Bastards, cut the movie already
You're all fronting and you have nothing
You have nothing, yeah

El Bokisucio, Luigi 21 Plus
Bad Bunny, Ñengo Flow
Luigi
Pusho
The MVP
Montana The Producer
Fran Fusion
Los Illusions, Doble A Nales
Los Presidentes
You know about us, a bunch of motherfuckers