Paroles et traduction Milka La Mas Dura - Tus 9 Dias

Tus 9 Dias

¡Wouh!
Aah y entonce' tu ere' di'que la ma'
Sí, la ma' que se sofoca
Tuvi'te que volve' a tira'me
(Te saqué de un baúl)
No aguanta'te tu fuetazo
(Llena e' polvo)
Y e' que conmigo tu no sale
(Te puse a sona' tu 'taba en mute)
E'te tema es clasificación C
No apto para personas que sufren del corazón

¿Qué lo que, paloma?
Abrí tu tumba pa' volve' a romper tu boca
Comprobé que tu problema es personal maldita loca
Todo el que te folla te suelta tu no das nota
Eres como el condón que cuando te usan te botan
Tu tan poca cosa sigue cobrando por hora
De lo' rapero' tu eres la mama-dora exploradora
Por eso te re'petan, por colaboradora
Donde se 'ta grabando un tema ahí tu 'ta buena lambona

Se lo di'te a DJ Topo y Alofoke por payola
Eres como la rata sumamente asquerosa
Mi música te sofoca y eso tu dema rebosa
Vete busca más refuerzo todavía te siento floja
A tu coro de mediocres como a ti el tiempo le sobra
Se me tiraron to' y no me quitaron la corona
Que yo te tengo miedo, creéte ese cuento babosa
Todavía no ha nacido en la tierra esa guasona (Mely-vaca)

Lamentable a ti nadie te pasa
Y el verano no lo mueves por eso no te contratan
Ya no hay ma' película, porque nadie te llama
No te bu'can ni siquiera pa' anuncia' un Jabón de Cuaba
Puse mi Instagram privado pa' que tu no me breche
Que te agarré con to' tu cuenta falsa que tu te mete
Boca de cocodrilo con má' de 90 diente'
¡Te cogi'te pa' Dubai! (A entrega' tu leche)

Friturera, 'ta gorda bájale al Chimi de Pierna
Tu no te pega ni grabando un dembow en La Caverna
Tu-tu tu no me llega' ni mi lírica' supera'
Tu te cree' que me intimida con tu voz de bachatera
Ya van dos tiradera', hablando de lo mismo
Ya no tienes material que los quince que Jhon Distrito
Sigue fumando jaraca, pa' ti no hay má' sonido
¿Se te fundió el cerebro por 'ta guerreando conmigo?
Bájate de esa nube que tu no eres lo mejor
"Yo canto Inglés y Francés" y no gu'ta ni en Español
Tu privando un guapa te atracán en Villacon
Deja el rap sigue siendo mula que te va mejor

Yo todo lo hago a mi modo
Sentada en el trono soy la que controlo
Tu dema la noto
Yo a ti te sofoco
Todo me lo gozo
Tu lloras por todo
Dolor te provoco
Yo sé que no es poco y por poco y te borro
Vamo' a déjalo ahí, porque te pasé el rolo

Bubloy, me van a meter presa
Porque la maté y la enterré en La Caverna

Your 9 Days

Wow!
Ooh, and so you're supposedly the queen
Yeah, the queen who chokes
You had to come back to shoot at me
(I pulled you out of a trunk)
Couldn't handle your whipping
(Covered in dust)
And because with me you don't come out
(I got you to sound, you were on mute)
This song is rated C
Not suitable for people with heart conditions

What's up, dove?
I opened your grave to break your mouth again
I checked that your problem is personal, damn fool
Everyone who fucks you dumps you, you're not worth it
You're like a condom that gets thrown away when you're used
So little, still charging by the hour
You're the mother-explorer of rappers
That's why they respect you, as a collaborator
Wherever a song is being recorded, you're there, good licker

I told DJ Topo and Alofoke for payola
You're like a rat, extremely disgusting
My music suffocates you and that makes you overflow
Go find more reinforcements, I still feel you're weak
Your chorus of mediocrities, like you, has plenty of time
They all came at me and didn't take my crown
That I'm afraid of you, believe that story, you fool
That joker hasn't been born on earth yet (Mely-cow)

Pitiful, nobody gives you a pass
And the summer you don't move that's why they don't hire you
There's no more movie, because nobody calls you
They don't even look for you to advertise a Cuban soap
I set my Instagram to private so you wouldn't hack me
That I caught you with all your fake accounts that you meddle with
Crocodile mouth with more than 90 teeth
I took you to Dubai! (To give away your milk)

Frying pan, she's fat, take it down on the leg Chimi
It doesn't stick to you even recording a dembow in La Caverna
You-you-you don't reach me nor do my lyrics surpass
You think you intimidate me with your bachata voice
We've already got two gunshots, talking about the same thing
You've run out of material, like the fifteen that Jhon Distrito
Keep smoking crack, there's no more sound for you
Did you burn your brain out for fighting me?
Get off that cloud, you're not the best
"I sing English and French" and I don't even like it in Spanish
You pretending to be pretty get mugged in Villacon
Drop the rap, stay a mule, it suits you better

I do everything my way
Sitting on the throne, I'm the one who controls
I notice it too much
I suffocate you
I enjoy it all
You cry over everything
I cause you pain
I know it's not little, and I almost erased you
Let's leave it there, because I gave you the runaround

Bubloy, they're going to put me in jail
Because I killed her and buried her in La Caverna