Paroles et traduction Manny Montes - La Calle No Deja Na'bueno

La Calle No Deja Na'bueno

Se quema el que juega con fuego
La calle no deja nada bueno
No diga que nadie le dijo
Busquen de Dios mis hijos (2)

Tengo la neta pa' todo el que se sobre
Jarabe pico pal rico y pal pobre
Pa' los rabiosos que en la calle se corren
Mi Dios tiene regla pa' que no se doblen

La calle esta mas caliente que nunca
Si tu no andas moscas viene un piyoe y te la unta
Los menores meten mano y sin pregunta
Te dejan boca abierta y con los pelos de punta
Algunos maleantes ubicando en la cera
Que pase una mujer pa' quitarle la cartera
Los quilleres del punto como los carniceros
Con machete y pistola por si es mujeriego
Y lo de arriba lo de cuellito blanco
Lo que tiene pa' gastar y pa' guardar el banco
Tu logo figuriando en la revistas sociales
No atracan y roban pero son iguales
Es cara la pastilla que le entra por su boca
Rebeldes tapados que no matan ni una mosca
La música sin letra los deja acelerado
Y los ojos como el chapulín colorado

Se quema el que juega con fuego
La calle no deja nada bueno
No diga que nadie le dijo
Busquen de Dios mis hijos (2)

Peresejito el hijo de fulana
Lo agarraron preso hace un par de semanas
Yo tenía como un año dándole consejos
Pero el pensaba que eran cuentos de viejos
Lo ubicaron saliendo de su casa
Y lo atraparon con las manos en la masa
Ahora se pasa mandándome a buscar
A la cárcel de la jayi que vaya a predicar
Y la chori la hija de paranganita
La que le encanta enseñar la barriguita
Calentó dos zorros bailándole el perro
Y cuando paso el party le fue bien feo
La siguieron de camino y la metieron pa' los matorrales
Y la abusaron como animales
Esa misma noche su hermana la invito
Pa' la iglesia y ella dijo que no
Los zorros andan sueltos y la chorita sufriendo
Y la barriguita día día esta creciendo
Y por eso se lamenta su madre
Va a tener un nieto y no sabe quien es el padre
Se quema el que juega con fuego
La calle no deja nada bueno
No diga que nadie le dijo
Busquen de Dios mis hijos (2)

Mengano ya va pa' 7 años preso
El dice que no hizo nada pa' ganarse eso
Todo el mundo dice que es un tipo tranquilo
Pero andaba en un carro que encontraron 3 kilos
Su panita lo invito a dar una vuelta pa' oriente
Pa' ubicar a la mujer en el ambiente
Y derepente una persecución
Se tiraron la gente de la dirección
Es que los corros de la calle
Solo se pegan fracasos, balazos y machetazos, batazos y botellazos
Lo aconsejo con canciones y no me hacen caso
Se cree que el cristiano es un pariguayaso
Sepa que donde usted compra yo ya compre
Por donde uste camina yo camine
Pero conocí al maestro y me quite
Y en el coro de valientes yo me quede
A los que andan en la calle rebosados de flow
Que se desnudan en la Lincon pa' robarse el show
Riquito y pobre con fuego no jueguen
Busquen de cristo pa' que no se quemen

Se quema el que juega con fuego
La calle no deja nada bueno
No diga que nadie le dijo
Busquen de Dios mis hijos (2)

The Street Doesn't Leave Anything Good

He who plays with fire gets burned,
The street doesn't leave anything good.
Don't say no one told you,
Seek God, my children. (2)

I got the net for everyone who's left over,
Spicy syrup for the rich and the poor,
For the rabid ones who run in the street,
My God has rules so they don't bend.

The street is hotter than ever,
If you don't watch out, a punk comes and messes you up,
The minors get their hands in without asking,
They leave you speechless and with your hair standing on end.
Some thugs lurking on the sidewalk,
Waiting for a woman to pass by to steal her purse,
The point dealers are like butchers,
With machetes and pistols in case she's a womanizer.
And those at the top, the white-collar ones,
The ones who have to spend and keep the bank,
Your logo appearing in social magazines,
They don't assault and rob, but they are the same.
The pill that goes into their mouth is expensive,
Covered rebels who don't even kill a fly,
Music without lyrics leaves them sped up,
And their eyes like the red grasshopper.

He who plays with fire gets burned,
The street doesn't leave anything good.
Don't say no one told you,
Seek God, my children. (2)

Poor little Fulana's son,
They arrested him a couple of weeks ago.
I had been giving him advice for about a year,
But he thought they were old wives' tales.
They found him leaving his house,
And they caught him red-handed.
Now he keeps sending for me
To the Jayuya jail to go preach.
And Chori, Paranganita's daughter,
The one who loves to show her belly,
She turned on two foxes by dancing the dog for them,
And when the party was over, it went really bad for her.
They followed her on the way and threw her into the bushes,
And they abused her like animals.
That same night her sister invited her
To church, and she said no.
The foxes are on the loose, and little Chori is suffering,
And her belly is growing day by day.
And that's why her mother is lamenting,
She's going to have a grandchild, and she doesn't know who the father is.
He who plays with fire gets burned,
The street doesn't leave anything good.
Don't say no one told you,
Seek God, my children. (2)

Mengano has been in prison for 7 years now,
He says he didn't do anything to deserve it.
Everyone says he's a quiet guy,
But he was in a car where they found 3 kilos.
His buddy invited him to take a ride to the east,
To locate the women in the scene,
And suddenly a chase,
The people from the DEA showed up.
It's because the street circles
Only bring failures, shootings and machete blows, beatings and bottle blows.
I advise them with songs, and they don't listen to me,
They think the Christian is a clown.
Know that where you buy, I've already bought,
Where you walk, I've already walked.
But I met the master and I quit,
And in the chorus of the brave I stayed.
To those who are on the street overflowing with flow,
Who get naked in the Lincoln to steal the show,
Rich and poor, don't play with fire,
Seek Christ so you don't get burned.

He who plays with fire gets burned,
The street doesn't leave anything good.
Don't say no one told you,
Seek God, my children. (2)