Paroles et traduction Mala Rodríguez - A Jierro

A Jierro

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(Speaking in the background)
Claro... q le den, tu tranki, te iba a llamar eyer y eso es verdad, siempre
Escusas a ultima hora y luego kieren q, q la gente vaya... tu pasa, pasa del
Tema... yo bien, y tu? divina, no? yo tambien divina, estoy... divina
Total... estoy grabando o sea q..., si, si, si es q ya estamos grabando, ya
Mañana terminaremos, vale?. Si supongo, lo mas seguro, vale? adioss, enga
Si te enrollas me llamas por noches, vale? esta noche, bueno vale, venga
Mejor. si, si, si, a la 1, vale? enga adios guapita...

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Ven mira lo que hago como lo hago
Como te saco, como te cato
Como me gano el saldo
Como me salgo, como lleno mi saco
Te pongo a caldo sin calco
Sin tacto... a jierro

No me digas, kieres y no puedes?
Mucho lirili y mu poco lerele?
Q se te consumen las velas
A la vejez viruelas
Y viejas q no prenden
Ke ardan candelas
Aprende a mover tu manivela
Ke lo malo se sabe, si!
Pero na bueno se pega
A ke esperas, ke mas?, ke te kemas!
Y mientras arde tu culo yo compongo temas
Ke la girvia tiene tela, te tiene en vela
Tiene carrera, bombos, platillos y trompetas
Asi te fundes como cacharros de la feria
A mi no hay mandanga de ponerme una pega
Porke pase lo ke pase tengo un par de imicateva
Y estoy rodea de perros y perras
Hoy por hoy por maestra mi nombre me dan escuela
Y estoy en el paro, con tu curriculum de mierda

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Pares y nones, gano siempre aunke te irrites
Centro y marco goles, y no hay arbitrucho ke me piten
Pilla deleite, ke la banda grite!
Y si tu bolsillo te lo permite disfruta de la elite
Si te pica te arrascas, ke las dignas hacen pikes
Y si usted no entiende calle shhh medite
Y es ke ya cualkiera saca teket
Pero no cualkiera aprecia ni sabe como se exprime
Y si kieres premio, pilla del jierro
Envio sueños a duro puleño
De la ke cuando ajoga el micro derrocha genio
Y da paso firme sin ke vaya, adonde la lleve el viento
Porke sabe a kien kiere y a kien debe respeto
Porke sebe ke tiene, pa to lo ke kieras tiempo
Juego con eso, ni con el pan ni el dinero
Tu mientras botas al son, ke te marca mi tempo

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Oye! siempre! claras conversaciones!
Asi triunfo yo en toas mi excursiones!
Me dejo caer, me dejo kerer
Y escucho, olés!
De batallones de fieras ke piden emociones!
Accion es lo ke doi a base de empujones!
A cambio de bolsones, montones de jierro en secciones!
Bajones de tensiones, subida de escalones!
Limpias operaciones, y pongo las condiciones!
Dejando a los listorros chitones shhh
Marcando el paso con pisotones
Tirando pa la familia porke la sangre me da tirones!
A mi la gente transparente ke no kiero puñalones!
Ni busconas!, ni buscones!
Ni sin sabores, ni dudas ke me den sudores!
Solo juerga en buenos salones!
Llevarme los galones, ah! y ke me recen oraciones!
Q voy de to por to! ke no me falta ni un detalle!
Mantengo el estatus aki!, desde la calle!
Controlando rolex, escalando posiciones
Ke el tiempo es oro! y rolex son amores
Cambia la situacion pero no las atracciones
No canbia la sensacion, solo las pulsaciones
Sacandole jugo a todas mis extracciones
Siempre buenos resultaos, siempre buenas actuaciones

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Like Iron

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(Speaking in the background)
Of course... whatever, you chill, I was going to call you yesterday and that's true, always
Last minute excuses and then they want people to go... just let it go, let it go
... I'm good, and you? divine, right? I'm divine too, I'm... divine
Totally... I'm recording, so..., yeah, yeah, yeah, we're already recording, yeah
We'll finish tomorrow, okay? Yeah, I guess so, most likely, okay? bye, see ya
If you feel like it, call me at night, okay? tonight, okay, come on
Better. yeah, yeah, yeah, at 1, okay? bye, beautiful...

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Come see what I do, how I do it
How I take you out, how I taste you
How I earn my keep
How I get out, how I fill my bag
I'll put you in the broth without a trace
Without tact... like iron

Don't tell me, you want to and you can't?
A lot of talk and very little action?
That your candles are burning out
Chickenpox in old age
And old women who don't ignite
Let the candles burn
Learn to move your crank
That the bad is known, yes!
But nothing good sticks
What are you waiting for, what more, to burn yourself!
And while your ass burns, I compose songs
That the "girvia" has fabric, it has you on edge
It has a race, bass drums, cymbals and trumpets
That's how you melt like fairground trinkets
There's no way to stick a label on me
Because whatever happens, I have a couple of "imicateva"
And I'm surrounded by dogs and bitches
Today they call me a teacher, my name is a school
And I'm unemployed, with your shitty resume

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Evens and odds, I always win even if it irritates you
I center and score goals, and there's no ref to whistle me
Catch the delight, let the band shout!
And if your pocket allows it, enjoy the elite
If it itches, you scratch, because the worthy ones make bites
And if you don't understand, shut up shhh meditate
And it's that anyone can get a ticket
But not everyone appreciates or knows how to squeeze it
And if you want a prize, grab the iron
I send dreams to hard colt
From the one who when she chokes the microphone, she wastes genius
And she takes a firm step without going where the wind takes her
Because she knows who she loves and who she owes respect to
Because she sees that she has time for everything you want
I play with that, not with bread or money
You, meanwhile, kick to the beat that my tempo sets

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Hey! always! clear conversations!
That's how I triumph in all my excursions!
I let myself fall, I let myself be loved
And I hear, oles!
From battalions of beasts asking for emotions!
Action is what I give based on pushes!
In exchange for bags, piles of iron in sections!
Drops in tensions, climbing steps!
Clean operations, and I set the conditions!
Leaving the sly ones quiet shhh
Marking the step with stomps
Pulling for the family because the blood gives me pulls!
To me the transparent people that I don't want stabs!
Neither gold diggers, nor gold diggers!
Neither tasteless, nor doubts that give me sweats!
Just partying in good halls!
Take the stripes, ah! and let them pray prayers!
That I go all out! that I don't miss a single detail!
I keep the status here!, from the street!
Controlling rolex, climbing positions
That time is money! and rolex are loves
The situation changes but not the attractions
The sensation doesn't change, only the pulsations
Getting the juice out of all my extractions
Always good results, always good performances

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