Paroles et traduction Qba - El Gatillo Es Suyo

El Gatillo Es Suyo

Yeah

Era un muchacho que nació en barrios humildes
Desde mocoso miró cómo estaba el bisnes
Le agradó la calle, le agradaron las locuras
Travesuras las hacía generando pensando en fuscas

Agarró mañas él mientras crecía
A cada minuto, cada hora, cada día
Veía, que todo era fácil y sin miedo
Hizo que toda su familia por él se metiera en pedos

Son huevos, los que tenía ese muchacho
Como su hermano quería partir pa′l gabacho
Nomás que no podía, no había manera
Se aferró más a la calle pensó que la calle es bella

Pues la moneda de otro giro se ha volteado
Salió enredado con drogas enamorado
Involucrado en cosas que dañó a su jefa
Varios años en el barrio solo eran quejas

Él era un muchacho de guerra, de corazón
No, mmm, no
No quiso cambiar a la rutina, se lo dejó al tiempo
Llenó de maldad, aficionado a calar, el gatillo es suyo
Él destruyó a la familia, como él ninguno

Pasó el tiempo el vato ya tuvo el primer hijo
Quiso cambiar su vida pero la vida no lo quiso
Hizo de todo pa' cambiarle a la rutina
Quizá deja la calle pero no la de Sabina

Mirada arriba con ojo bien colorado
Humilde el vato, al gabacho se ha marchado
Tan solo un año de que nació su pequeño
Ya ronda en las calles gabachas y sin miedo

Le gusta el peso, pensó que la va hacer gacha
Recibe la primera noticia inesperada
Embarazada del segundo, el amor de su vida
Quizás el regalo de Dios no esperaría en la vida

Y ya le digan lo que digan a él le vale
Ese Pelón conocido allá en el baile
Entre bisnes, calle, dólares ha pasado los años
Ya cinco años arrepentido el muchacho

Él era un muchacho de guerra, de corazón
No, mmm, no
No quiso cambiar a la rutina, se lo dejó al tiempo
Llenó de maldad, aficionado a calar, el gatillo es suyo
Él destruyó a la familia, como él ninguno

Ah, ah, como él ninguno
Es QBA, madafaka
Para el Pelón
Cismo produce

You've Got the Trigger

Yeah

He was a young boy who was born in humble neighborhoods
Since he was a kid he saw how business was done
He liked the street, he liked the madness
He did mischief, thinking about earning money

He picked up habits as he grew
Every minute, every hour, every day
He saw that everything was easy and fearless
He made his whole family get into trouble for him

That boy had guts
Like his brother, he wanted to leave for gringo land
But he couldn't, there was no way
He clung more to the streets, he he thought the streets were beautiful

Well, the coin has flipped to another side
He got involved with drugs, he fell in love
Involved in things that hurt his boss
For several years there were only complaints in the neighborhood

He was a young boy of war, of heart
No, mmm, no
He didn't want to change his routine, he left it to time
He filled with evil, addicted to smoking, the trigger is his
He destroyed his family, like no other

Time passed and the dude already had his first child
He wanted to change his life but life didn't want him
He did everything to change his routine
Maybe he left the streets but not Sabina's

Eyes up with eyes bloodshot
Humble dude, he left for gringo land
Only a year after his little one was born
He's already hanging out on the gringo streets and without fear

He likes money, he thought he was going to make it big
He receives the first unexpected news
Pregnant with the second, the love of his life
Maybe God's gift wouldn't wait in life

And whatever they say to him, he doesn't care
That Pelon is known there at the dance
He has spent years doing business, street, and dollars
The young man has been sorry for five years now

He was a young boy of war, of heart
No, mmm, no
He didn't want to change his routine, he left it to time
He filled with evil, addicted to smoking, the trigger is his
He destroyed his family, like no other

Ah, ah, like no other
It's QBA, motherf**ker
For Pelon
Cismo produces