Paroles et traduction Mr. Knightowl - Ponte Listo

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¿Y Que Pensabas Maricón? Querias Guerra
Chinga Tu Madre Tu Con Esa Vieja Perra
Ya No Le Corras, Niño Prieto No Te Escondas
Hay Mucha Gente Que Quisiera Darte Bombas
Te Dicen Dyablo, Escucha Lo Que Hablo
Deja De Gritar Mitotes Oye Tienes Algo
Nada Te Salvará El Dia Que Yo Te Atrape
Ya No Le Corras, Te Chingaste No Hay Escape
Te Crees Mucho, Aquí Tengo El Cartucho
Siempre Listo Para Darte Y En El Cuello Ensartarte
Un Par De Balas Para Todas Las Chavalas
Maricón Ya La Cagaste, Ve Y Comprate Un Par De Palas
Por Ahi Me Dicen Que Tu Tienes Guardaespalda
No Te Aceleres, A Los Dos Les Pongo Falda
Leva, Chapete, Pinche Pollo Sin Papeles
Y Tienes Miedo Porque A Difunto Hueles

Si Quieren Bronca, Ustedes Vengan, Caigan
Su Armamento Es Mejor Que Se Lo Traigan
Ponte Listo El Dia Que Yo Te Mire, Yo Haré Que El Puto
Dyablo Se Retire.

Maldito Paisa Trabajas Con El Catorce
Haré Que El Dyablo De Este Mundo Se Divorcie
No Eres Querido, Tu Saldrás Herido
Gritarás Mas Que Una Vieja El Dia Que Oigas Ruido
Yo Nunca Miento Si Es Que Yo Me Enfrento
Te Chingo Pinche Puto Si Es Que Yo A Ti Te Encuentro
Tu Cerebro Desparramo Cundo Quiebro Yo Tu Pinche Craneo,
No Saldrás De Este Año
Eres Un Pedazo De Cerota Mal Cagado
Hablas Mucha Mierda Pero Cagarás Aguado
Conmigo No La Haces
Escucha Estas Frases
No Le Vas A Dar Toda La Vuelta A Las Paces
Pa' Que Te Haces, Yo No Quiero Hacer Las Paces
Un Destino Fracasado Desde El Dia Que Naces
Así Lo Quieres, Ahora Tu Te Mueres
Eres Panocha, Tu Y C-4 Son Mujeres.

Si Quieren Bronca, Ustedes Vengan, Caigan
Su Armamento Es Mejor Que Se Lo Traigan
Ponte Listo El Dia Que Yo Te Mire, Yo Haré Que El Puto
Dyablo Se Retire.

Si No Haces Caso Escondete Del Balazo
Estás Lleno De Agua, Maricón Y No Eres Vaso
Tu Eres Falso Como La Pirateria
Y Me Dicen Que Eres Dulce Igual Que Una Fruteria
Cagas Pa' Dentro Chaparro Sin Futuro
Conmigo No Te Metas Porque Yo Te Pego Duro
Te Parto La Maceta, Pinche Vato Eres Peseta
Rumores En La Calle Que Tu Tocas La Corneta
¿Que Representas? A Ver Puto Dime
No Hay Ningun Sureño Verdadero Que Se Arrime
No Eres De Barrio ¿De Que Lugar Tu Eres?
Vaquerito Con Tacones Que Le Gusta Dar Placeres
Tu Y Tu Compañia Valen Verga Escucha
Ponte Trucha, Porque Mierda Hablas Mucha
Ya Llegará El Pinche Dia Que Yo Te Mire
Y Ese Dia Haré Que El Dyablo Se Retire.

Si Quieren Bronca, Ustedes Vengan, Caigan
Su Armamento Es Mejor Que Se Lo Traigan
Ponte Listo El Dia Que Yo Te Mire, Yo Haré Que El
Puto Dyablo Se Retire.

Ya Sabes Puto, Ponte Trucha Pinche Marica... Te Vamos
A Encontrar Wey, Aunque Te Sigas Escondiendo Y Te
Vamos A Poner Una Pinche
Putiza ¡Trucha!

Get Ready

What did you think, faggot? You wanted war?
Fuck your mother, you and that old bitch
Stop running, little black boy, don't hide
There are many people who would like to drop bombs on you
They call you Dyablo, listen to what I'm saying
Stop shouting nonsense, hey, you got something?
Nothing will save you the day I catch you
Stop running, you fucked up, there's no escape
You think you're so much, I have the cartridge here
Always ready to give it to you and string you up by the neck
A couple of bullets for all the girls
Faggot, you fucked up, go buy yourself a couple of shovels
I hear you have a bodyguard
Don't get ahead of yourself, I'll put a skirt on both of you
Leva, Chapete, fucking chicken without papers
And you're scared because you smell like a dead man

If you want a fight, come on, come down
You better bring your weapons
Get ready the day I see you, I'll make the fucking
Dyablo retire.

Damn Paisa, you work with the fourteen
I will make the Dyablo of this world get divorced
You are not loved, you will come out hurt
You will scream more than an old woman the day you hear noise
I never lie if I face you
I'll fuck you, you fucking whore, if I find you
I'll scatter your brains when I break your fucking skull,
You won't make it out of this year
You're a piece of shit, badly shitted
You talk a lot of shit but you'll shit water
You can't do it with me
Listen to these phrases
You're not going to turn the tables
Why do you pretend, I don't want to make peace
A failed destiny from the day you were born
That's how you want it, now you die
You're a pussy, you and C-4 are women.

If you want a fight, come on, come down
You better bring your weapons
Get ready the day I see you, I'll make the fucking
Dyablo retire.

If you don't listen, hide from the bullet
You're full of water, faggot, and you're not a glass
You are fake like piracy
And they tell me you're sweet like a fruit stand
You shit inside, shorty with no future
Don't mess with me because I'll hit you hard
I'll break your pot, you fucking dude, you're a peseta
Rumors on the street that you play the trumpet
What do you represent? Come on, tell me, whore
There is no true Southerner who comes near
You're not from the hood, where are you from?
Little cowboy with heels who likes to give pleasure
You and your company are worthless, listen
Get smart, because you talk a lot of shit
The fucking day will come when I see you
And that day I will make the Dyablo retire.

If you want a fight, come on, come down
You better bring your weapons
Get ready the day I see you, I will make the
fucking Dyablo retire.

You know, whore, get smart, fucking faggot... We're going
to find you, wey, even if you keep hiding and we're going
to give you a fucking
beating! Watch out!