Paroles et traduction Voltio - Que Se Tiren

Que Se Tiren

Que no se tiren, o se mueren
No respondo si se mueven
No es tan fácil como piensan
No sobran balas pa' to's ustedes
Que no se tiren, o se mueren
No respondo si se mueven
No es tan fácil como piensan
No sobran balas pa' to's ustedes
Yo tengo un rifle que me dice
Cárgame, chambéame
Móntame, sácame a pasear pa' la calle
Pégate cerquita pa' que los melones estallen
Y se callen
Antes de fogonearlos se desmayen
Llámate al Boster que bajen los chipping hammers
Esta gente quiere que mi sangre se derrame
Me voy hasta el ñame
Voy activar los bacatranes
Y voy hacer que uno a uno entre to's me lo mamen
Vengan, enemigo
'Toy aquí, soy el objetivo
Todos contra mi y yo sigo vivo
Que muera primero, aquí todos cuentan
Pero asegúrenme, ando con dos peines de respuesta
Tírenme, saquen los rifles, rompan el frío
Tengo dos satélites en tu caserío
En el molteo del BMW los peine de tambores
Si caigo preso, (me fía Boster el de los millones!)
Otro día salgo en mi cargo
Yo bajo los largos
Tienen que matarme
Porque cuando yo tire
Vo'a tirarle pa' matarlos
(Boster! Déjalos que se tiren!)
Que no se tiren, o se mueren
No respondo si se mueven
No es tan fácil como piensan
No sobran balas pa' to's ustedes
Que no se tiren, o se mueren
No respondo si se mueven
No es tan fácil como piensan
No sobran balas pa' to's ustedes
Cuantos me han tirao y todavía sigo vivo
Pa' mis enemigos sigo siendo el objetivo
Cuantos me han tirao y todavía sigo vivo
Pa' mis enemigos sigo siendo el objetivo
So, suenan los disparos en la raya de fuego
Yo he tirao, y me han tirao
Echan el pique cuando llego
De la vieja guardia yo soy el que quedo
Yo se que estoy prestao, pero no tengo miedo
Ya sonaron los tambores
Fiscales, recojan los casquillos
Pa' flores, cigarrillos
Corran que si los pillo los martillo
Sigue espabilao' y no te duermas, corillo
Que esta noche vengo como el pillo
Suenan las campanas de los funerales
Crecen los velorios
Andan mis sicarios marcando su territorio
En un Crown Victoria con un rifle full
(Se siente cool paseando muerto en el baúl!)
En carro caro reventarse en pleno expreso
Ellos dicen que moda estar con las mujeres de los panas presos
Si se la cogen que no se activen
Con esas malas mañas ustedes no conviven
Que no se tiren, o se mueren
No respondo si se mueven
No es tan fácil como piensan
No sobran balas pa' to's ustedes
Que no se tiren, o se mueren
No respondo si se mueven
No es tan fácil como piensan
No sobran balas pa' to's ustedes
Voltio!
Don Omar!
Héctor, el bambino!
Mala mía si le paramos las ventas!
Jaja!
No se duerman en las luces que todavía estamos de cacería!
Blass!
Sigue matándolos!
Los anormales!

Let Them Come

Don't let them come, or they'll die
I won't hesitate if they move
It's not as easy as they think
There aren't enough bullets for all of you
Don't let them come, or they'll die
I won't hesitate if they move
It's not as easy as they think
There aren't enough bullets for all of you
I have a rifle that tells me
Load me, work me
Mount me, take me for a walk on the street
Get close so the melons explode
And shut up
Before I light them up, they faint
Call Boster, let the chipping hammers down
These people want my blood spilled
I'm going all the way
I'm gonna activate the big guns
And I'm gonna make them all suck it one by one
Come on, enemy
I'm here, I'm the target
Everyone against me and I'm still alive
Let the first one die, everyone counts here
But make sure, I'm carrying two combs of response
Shoot me, take out the rifles, break the cold
I have two satellites in your neighborhood
In the BMW's trunk, the drum magazines
If I get arrested, (Boster, the millionaire, bails me out!)
Another day I'll be released
I'll bring down the big ones
They have to kill me
Because when I shoot
I'm gonna shoot to kill them
(Boster! Let them come!)
Don't let them come, or they'll die
I won't hesitate if they move
It's not as easy as they think
There aren't enough bullets for all of you
Don't let them come, or they'll die
I won't hesitate if they move
It's not as easy as they think
There aren't enough bullets for all of you
How many have shot at me and I'm still alive
For my enemies I'm still the target
How many have shot at me and I'm still alive
For my enemies I'm still the target
So, the shots ring out on the firing line
I've shot, and they've shot at me
They take off when I arrive
Of the old guard, I'm the one who remains
I know I'm on borrowed time, but I'm not afraid
The drums have already sounded
Prosecutors, collect the shells
For flowers, cigarettes
Run, if I catch you, I'll hammer you
Stay sharp and don't fall asleep, crew
Tonight I come like a thief
The funeral bells ring
The wakes grow
My hitmen go around marking their territory
In a Crown Victoria with a full rifle
(It feels cool to be walking around with a dead man in the trunk!)
In an expensive car, blowing up on the highway
They say it's fashionable to be with the women of imprisoned friends
If they get them, don't let them activate
You don't live with those bad habits
Don't let them come, or they'll die
I won't hesitate if they move
It's not as easy as they think
There aren't enough bullets for all of you
Don't let them come, or they'll die
I won't hesitate if they move
It's not as easy as they think
There aren't enough bullets for all of you
Voltio!
Don Omar!
Héctor, el bambino!
Sorry if we stop your sales!
Haha!
Don't fall asleep at the lights, we're still on the hunt!
Blass!
Keep killing them!
The abnormals!