Paroles et traduction Poeta Callejero - Tan Celoso

Tan Celoso

'Tán celoso porque 'toy brillando
Y sienten envidia de mi progreso
Pero en el cielo, Dios lo ve todo
Yo tiro pa'lante y no le paro a eso
'Tán celoso porque 'toy brillando
Y sienten envidia de mi progreso
Pero en el cielo, Dios lo ve todo
Yo tiro pa'lante y no le paro a eso

El pordiosero que se convirtió en rey
El Poeta Callejero

'Tán celoso porque 'toy brillando
Y sienten envidia de mi progreso
Pero en el cielo, Dios lo ve todo
Yo tiro pa'lante y no le paro a eso
'Tán celoso porque 'toy brillando
Y sienten envidia de mi progreso
Pero en el cielo, Dios lo ve todo
Yo tiro pa'lante y no le paro a eso

Tira'te, re'ponderte
E' como devolverme pa'tras
Yo no me vo'a convertir en estatua
Yo vo'a mata' con la ayuda 'e Jehová
Tira'te, re'ponderte
E' como devolverme pa'tras
Yo no me vo'a convertir en estatua
Yo vo'a mata' con la ayuda 'e' Jehová

Bloquea'me, difama'me
Se han inventa'o de to' pa' frena'me
Pero a mi fue Dios que me puso
Y diablo no puede quita'me
Ni tu odio, ni tu envidia
Puestos eleva pueden llegarme
Porque Dios es mi campo de fuerza
No tengo que resguardarme

Tírenme leva de dema
Tírenme leva de envidia
Que e'te pordiosero se va a convertir en un rey
Como lo dice la Biblia
Tírenme leva de dema a mi
Tírenme leva de envidia, sí
Que eso Dios me lo multiplica
Con bendiciones pa' mi familia

'Tán celoso porque 'toy brillando
Y sienten envidia de mi progreso (El Poe)
Pero en el cielo, Dios lo ve todo
Yo tiro pa'lante y no le paro a eso
'Tán celoso porque 'toy brillando
Y sienten envidia de mi progreso
Pero en el cielo, Dios lo ve todo
Yo tiro pa'lante y no le paro a eso (Marlon)

Tu boca me maldice pero mis labios siguen felices
Porque las palabras me duelen
Solo cuando me importa quien las dice
Y a los que me metie'n el pie
Para que me cayera
Cortaron un par de flores
Pero no pararon la primavera

Píquele a quien le pique
Duélale a quien le duela
Ya mangué lo' chelito' pa' comprarle la casa a mi abuela
Píquele a quien le pique
Duélale a quien le duela
Guaremate no me critique pa' que no me cresca la-

'Tán celoso porque 'toy brillando (Sí)
Y sienten envidia de mi progreso (¿De quién?)
Pero en el cielo, Dios lo ve todo
Yo tiro pa'lante y no le paro a eso

(¿Le llega'te?)
Marlon Peñaló, Marlon
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Vi'te que lo tuyo to' era paquete
Vi'te que lo tuyo to' era mediante
Vi'te que tú lo que ere' un guaremate
Vi'te, vi'te, gualimamote
Vi'te que lo tuyo to' era paquete
Vi'te que tú lo que ere' un guaremate
Vi'te que lo tuyo to' era un mediante
Vi'te, vi'te, gualimamote, vi'te

Cristian Music
Vi-vi'te, vi-vi'te
Vi-vi'te, vi'te, gualimamote
Vi'te que lo tuyo to' era paquete
Vi-vi'te, vi-vi'te
Vi-vi'te, vi'te, gualimamote
El Poeta Callejero
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So Jealous

You're so jealous because I'm shining
And you feel envy of my progress
But in heaven, God sees it all
I keep pushing forward, and I don't stop for that
You're so jealous because I'm shining
And you feel envy of my progress
But in heaven, God sees it all
I keep pushing forward, and I don't stop for that

The beggar who became a king
The Street Poet

You're so jealous because I'm shining
And you feel envy of my progress
But in heaven, God sees it all
I keep pushing forward, and I don't stop for that
You're so jealous because I'm shining
And you feel envy of my progress
But in heaven, God sees it all
I keep pushing forward, and I don't stop for that

Shooting at me, responding to you
It's like going back to the past
I'm not going to become a statue
I'm going to kill it with the help of Jehovah
Shooting at me, responding to you
It's like going back to the past
I'm not going to become a statue
I'm going to kill it with the help of Jehovah

Block me, defame me
They've invented everything to stop me
But it was God who put me here
And no devil can take me away
Not your hate, nor your envy
Elevated positions can reach me
Because God is my force field
I don't have to protect myself

Throw at me the lever of surplus
Throw at me the lever of envy
This beggar is going to become a king
As the Bible says
Throw at me the lever of surplus
Throw at me the lever of envy, yes
Because God multiplies it for me
With blessings for my family

You're so jealous because I'm shining
And you feel envy of my progress (El Poe)
But in heaven, God sees it all
I keep pushing forward, and I don't stop for that
You're so jealous because I'm shining
And you feel envy of my progress
But in heaven, God sees it all
I keep pushing forward, and I don't stop for that (Marlon)

Your mouth curses me but my lips remain happy
Because words hurt me
Only when I care who says them
And to those who trip me up
So I would fall
They cut a couple of flowers
But they didn't stop the spring

It stings whoever it stings
It hurts whoever it hurts
I've already hustled enough to buy my grandmother a house
It stings whoever it stings
It hurts whoever it hurts
Watch out, don't criticize me so my-

You're so jealous because I'm shining (Yes)
And you feel envy of my progress (Of whom?)
But in heaven, God sees it all
I keep pushing forward, and I don't stop for that

(Did it get to you?)
Marlon Peñaló, Marlon
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I saw that everything you had was a package deal
I saw that everything you had was through someone else
I saw that you're nothing but a freeloader
I saw, I saw, a leech
I saw that everything you had was a package deal
I saw that you're nothing but a freeloader
I saw that everything you had was through someone else
I saw, I saw, a leech, I saw

Cristian Music
I-I saw, I-I saw
I-I saw, I saw, a leech
I saw that everything you had was a package deal
I-I saw, I-I saw
I-I saw, I saw, a leech
The Street Poet
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