Paroles et traduction Rocca - El Original - Version espagnole

El Original - Version espagnole

Aki esta el cantante de los cantantess

Aki llego el original mamita
Corona y la fama kien me la kita?(puñetas)
Trataron de enterrarme vivo vuelvo comunika(jaja)
Estalla rocco voy como un trompo
Disparo plomo con mi combo
Mando impongo la ley como un chombo(pa ke sepas)
Mellaman anakonda ke estripo con mi boba
Si traes mala onda te esfondo con mi comba (castigue)
Eso va pa la calle como mensaje del cielo
Deje su fierro en la casa hoy dia muertos no kiero(huevun)
Te hago olvidar tus penas tu dolores y condenas
Apenas oyes mi flow que se te safan tus cadenas
Kien dijo ke el rap en español no sonaba bien? marikita
Cierra esa jeta ke nunca mas lo repitas
Ssssshhhhhhhhh
Se escurren tus babitas?
Suabesiyto despasito papito nadie me para
Juanito hasta tu malas mañas te kieto you(jaja)
Tratan de compararme periodistas de bajarme
Cuando salga cuantos raperos trataran de compararme(aprenda)
Pero aki estoy papi soy como el ron
Chiko entre mas viejo pues mas fuerte y tenas chiko(pum pum)
Ke tengas celos no me importa
Kanto pa ke gozen
Si no me kieren en vida cuando muera no me lloren

Coro
Esto es metralla si kieren tomar
Te traigo la fuerza de mil camiones
Rocca el original
Latinos pa riba hoy dia coronamos
Esto es metraya si kieren tomar
Metralla de la buena ke tiene kandela
Rocca el original bin bin callo velin

Colombiano(de los puros) cambio de lengua y te gano
Matos raperos de aki como moskas en verano
Veterano mi hermano cojo el micro de una mano
Con la otra te doy palo(pa pa pa) hasta mañana temprano
Chau inchala valla con Dios o jala
No se meta conmigo ni con mi jana jana
Mala mala suerte yo te meto bala bala
Si no baila paila no sirve pa nada pana(ROCCA!)
Rocca me llamo de rosa llando
Ya no venga con cuento estamos echando
Fuego llame bomberos pistoleros y rumberos(candela!)
Ke hay kandela por una fea no formo pelea
Me estan velando y las malas lenguas estas soltando
Regando chismes en vanos me ven y salen temblando
Amo a mi gente soy colla respondo presente y donde valla un orgullo ke los represente(represente)
E visto cosas tan rarras parseros cambiar de caras
El exitos y la plata atraen celos y ratas
Voy solo por el mundo y ya no me podran kirar la wuaperia que tengo mama de ser original(original)
Eeeeeeeeppppppppppaaaaaaaaaa

No me valla a llorar si no me kieren en vida
No me valla a llorar señores no digan nada si yo me muero mañana
No me valla a llorar si no me kieren en vida
No me valla a llorar no kiero ke traigan flores lo ke kiero es rumba y mas nada

Yo oiga mi flow el sabor lo pongo yo
Mas de 70 kilos de salsa y bongobro(a bailarr)
Aki yo gozo coño candela coro batos lokos(pu pu pu)
Coros como un carros y fokos
Pa la calle nos vamos echemos fikas andamos
Juntos siempre puños cerrados unos andan armados
Pero siempre mi gente respeta ke en lios no se meta
Se palo ke paso ya estayo se cayo epa io vine(prrraa)
Pa ke la rumba no termine
(Pu pu)pura mercancia fina de mi sentrañas latinas
Alucinas olle mis voz en cada eskina(eesssaaa)

Esto es metralla si kieren provar
Barrio pueblo y pueblo es calle
Rocca el original latinos presente pura y hasta mañana
Esto es metralla si kieren provar
Descarga callejera para bailar
Rrocca el original
Dale dale dale king dale...

The Original - Spanish Version

Here is the singer of singers

Here comes the original, mamacita
The crown and the fame, who can take it from me? (bullshit)
They tried to bury me alive, I’m back, communicate (haha)
Rocca explodes, I go like a spinning top
I shoot lead with my combo
I command, I impose the law like a chombo (so you know)
They call me anaconda because I strip with my boba
If you bring bad vibes, I'll drown you with my comba (punishment)
That goes to the street as a message from heaven
Leave your iron at home, I don't want any dead people today (lazybones)
I make you forget your sorrows, your pains and your sentences
As soon as you hear my flow, your chains come off
Who said rap in Spanish didn't sound good? Sissy
Shut your trap, never say that again
Ssssshhhhhhhhh
Are your drools dripping?
Smoothly, slowly, daddy, nobody stops me
Juanito, I even stop your bad habits (haha)
Journalists try to compare me, to bring me down
When I come out, how many rappers will try to compare themselves to me? (learn)
But here I am, daddy, I'm like rum
Boy, the older I get, the stronger and tighter I get, boy (boom boom)
I don't care if you're jealous
I sing for you to enjoy
If you don't love me in life, don't cry for me when I die

Chorus
This is shrapnel if you want to drink
I bring you the strength of a thousand trucks
Rocca the original
Latinos up, we're crowning today
This is shrapnel if you want to drink
Good shrapnel that has a fuse
Rocca the original bin bin callo velin

Colombian (pure) I change my language and I beat you
Rapper mats from here like flies in summer
Veteran, my brother, I take the microphone with one hand
With the other one I hit you (pa pa pa) until tomorrow morning
Bye, go away, with God or pull
Don't mess with me or my jana jana
Bad bad luck I put a bullet bullet in you
If you don't dance paila it's useless pana (ROCCA!)
Rocca is my name, crying rose
Don't come with stories anymore, we're kicking
Fire call firefighters, gunmen and rumberos (fire!)
That there is fire, I don't fight over an ugly woman
They are watching me and bad tongues are letting go
Spreading gossip in vain, they see me and they come out trembling
I love my people, I'm colla, I'm present and wherever I go it's a pride to represent them (represent)
I've seen such weird things, partners changing faces
Success and money attract jealousy and rats
I go alone in the world and they will no longer be able to take away the mischievousness that I have, mama, of being original (original)
Eeeeeeeeppppppppppaaaaaaaaaa

Don't cry for me if you don't love me in life
Don't cry for me, gentlemen, don't say anything if I die tomorrow
Don't cry for me if you don't love me in life
Don't cry for me, I don't want you to bring flowers, what I want is rumba and nothing else

I hear my flow, I put the flavor
More than 70 kilos of salsa and bongobro (let's dance)
Here I enjoy, damn, fire, chorus, crazy bats (pu pu pu)
Choruses like a car and headlights
Let's go to the street, let's throw ficas, let's walk
Always together, fists closed, some walk armed
But my people always respect that they don't get into trouble
Stick that passed, I'm already there, it fell, epa io vine (prrraa)
So that the party doesn't end
(Pu pu) pure fine merchandise from my Latin entrails
You hallucinate, listen to my voice on every corner (eesssaaa)

This is shrapnel if you want to try it
Neighborhood town and town is street
Rocca the original Latinos present pure and see you tomorrow
This is shrapnel if you want to try it
Street download to dance
Rrocca the original
Go ahead, go ahead, king go ahead...