Paroles et traduction Milka La Mas Dura - Picante

Picante

Volvió el dolor
La Más Du-Du-Du-Du-Du-Dura
Sí, ya, dale, ya
Ah, ah, ah, ah
¡Yo!

¿Dónde 'tán to' eso hijueputa?
Mirando el juego de'de la' grada'
Fumen grama si no hay Mari, ¿cuál e' el drama, pana?
Tú y tu clan son rana', rata', plaga' que no aportan nada
Mátense entre to' y denme mi banda si ninguno me aguantan
Soy armadura pesada, le falta grano', mi pana
Remenda'le la cara le sale má' caro
Ustedes son huevos sin clara y ya 'tán claro que ninguno dan la talla
Nunca me han gusta'o los tríos pero bajen y maman
Vaya, vaya que portada de revista má' bacana
Mueren tres mamaguebones por pasarse de la raya
Soy la para, doy la para y a quien sea se le para
Me hace falta par de barra' pa' mezcla e'ta vaina bacana, sicaria, mi pana, e'to e' mamajuana con caña
Dile a fulano que cambie de brujo que e'te no hace na'
Siempre tiran y fallan, lo intentan y fallan, la cagan y fallan la fallan cada ve' que tratan, qué guebada

Yo me tripeo to' la gente que me tiran
Yo me tripeo to' la gente que me tiran
Yo-yo me tripeo to' la gente que me tiran
Y tiran, y tiran, tiran, y tiran, y tiran, tiran
Yo me tripeo to' la gente que me tiran
Yo me tripeo to' la gente que me tiran
Yo-yo me tripeo to' la gente que me tiran
Y tiran, y tiran, tiran, y tiran, y tiran, tiran

Han intenta'o quita'me, coño, pero no le sale
Van a tener que da'me pa' mata'me y así del mapa borra'me
Y yo cura'me porque ni muerta podrán compararse
La Mamá del Movimiento en to' la rama, ¿le llega'te?
Jaque mate, decula'o, poncha'o, te dimo' de foul
Te saqué del juego yo, te noto medio frustra'o
Yo soy su karma, to' el que me la hace me la paga
En cuatro le rompo su nalga así que cójanlo con calma
Calma negro, 'tese quieto porque usted no sabe de e'to
De e'to yo soy la que sé, coja su pue'to
Por má' que me tiren yo le apuesto que no me superan e'to
E'to lo llevo en la sangre, tiren to' que ya 'tán muerto

Yo me tripeo to' la gente que me tiran
Yo me tripeo to' la gente que me tiran
Yo-yo me tripeo to' la gente que me tiran
Y tiran, y tiran, tiran, y tiran, y tiran, tiran

Vayan pongan su querella pa' que pasen su vergüenza
Con los hijos del Rey, compai, que nadie se meta
Lo' niveles se re'peta sé que ya se dieron cuenta
La maldad no prevalece por eso e' que no progresan
Dios le dictará sentencia pa' que sientan e'ta vuelta
La macan por má' que rezan, no se salvarán de e'ta
Mierda pa' to' el que se meta, pena no cogemo' esa
To' lo que se hace en la tierra, coño, se paga en la tierra

Vamo' a hacerlo como lo' tiempo' de ante' (Volvió el dolor)
La Más Du-Du-Du-Du-Dura (Ja)
Oye ahí, dale, yo (Vol-volvió el dolor)

Besen la mano que cómo lo hago
No pueden hace'lo de eso 'tamos claro
Bajamo' picante rompiendo tu ano
Tripeando, rapeando, matando gusano
Montando la pura yo siempre me paso
Conmigo no pueden lo' tengo mamando
Supere mi rima, no siga copiando
Que me 'toy pasando

Yo
Big Chriss
Draco
C2 Records
Yo Amo Mi Barrio
Milka La Más Du-Dura, ya
La Mamá del Movimiento Urbano
Y por si te cabe duda sigo siendo La Más Du-Dura, Dura, Dura, ja

Picante

The pain returned
The Most Du-Du-Du-Du-Du-Hard
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on.
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Me!

Where the fuck is that, motherfucker?
Watching the game of 'from the 'stand'
Fumen grama if there is no Mari, what's the drama, corduroy?
You and your clan are frog', rat', plague' that contribute nothing
Kill each other to' and give me my band if none of you can stand me
I'm heavy armor, it's missing grain', my corduroy
Mend'le the face comes out more' expensive
You are eggs without white and already 't is clear that none of you measure up
I've never liked threesomes but come on down and suck
Wow, wow that magazine cover má' bacana
Three mamaguebones die for crossing the line
I am the for, I give the for and whoever it is will be for
I need a pair of bar 'pa' mix e'ta pod bacana, sicaria, my corduroy, e'to e' mamajuana with cane
Tell so-and-so to change his sorcerer that e'te doesn't do na'
They always throw and fail, they try and fail, they screw up and fail, they fail every time they try, what a fuck up

I trip to ' the people who throw me
I trip to ' the people who throw me
I-I trip to ' the people who throw me
And they pull, and they pull, and they pull, and they pull, they pull
I trip to ' the people who throw me
I trip to ' the people who throw me
I-I trip to ' the people who throw me
And they pull, and they pull, and they pull, and they pull, they pull

They've tried to quita'me, cunt, but it won't come out
They're going to have to give me pa' mata'me and so erase me from the map
And I heal'me because even dead they will not be able to compare
The Mom of the Movement in to' la rama, does it reach you?
Checkmate, decula'o, poncha'o, te dimo' de foul
I took you out of the game myself, I notice you half frustrated'o
I am his karma, to ' he who does it to me pays me
In four I break his buttock so take it easy
Calm down nigga, 'tese be still cause you don't know about e'to
Of e'to I'm the one I know, take your pue'to
If they throw me away, I bet they don't get over me
It's in my blood, pull to 'ya' so dead

I trip to ' the people who throw me
I trip to ' the people who throw me
I-I trip to ' the people who throw me
And they pull, and they pull, and they pull, and they pull, they pull

Go put your complaint to ' spend your shame
With the King's children, compai, let no one meddle
The 'levels are re'peta I know you already realized
Evil does not prevail that's why they don't progress
God will give you a sentence so that you feel the way back
The more they pray, they will not be saved from e'ta
Shit to 'to' the one who gets in, too bad I don't catch ' that
To 'what is done on earth, cunt, is paid on earth

I'm going to do it like the 'time' of ante' (The pain came back)
The Most Du-Du-Du-Du-Hard (Ha)
Hey there, dale, I (...-the pain is back)

Kiss the hand that how do I
They can't do 'that' thing we're clear
Let's get off' spicy by breaking your anus
Tripping, rapping, killing worm
Riding the pure I always pass
With me they can't what' I've got sucking
Get over my rhyme, don't keep copying
That I ' toy passing by

I
Big Chriss
Draco
C2 Records
I Love My Neighborhood
Milka The Most Du-Hard, already
The Mom of the Urban Movement
And just in case you have any doubt I'm still the Most...- Duh, Duh, Duh, Ha