Текст и перевод песни Anaju - Tusa

Tusa

Ya no tiene excusa
Hoy salió con su amiga
Disque pa′ matar la tusa
Que porque un hombre le pago mal

Está dura y abusa
Se cansó de ser buena
Ahora es ella quien los usa
Que porque un hombre le pago mal

Ya no se le ve sentimental
Dice que por otro man no llora, no

Pero si le ponen la canción
Le da una depresión tonta
Llorando lo comienza a llamar

Pero él la dejó en buzón
Será porque con otra está
Fingiendo que a otra se puede amar

Pero diste todo este llanto por nada
Ahora soy una chica mala
And now you kickin' and screamin′ a big toddler
Dont try to get yor friends to come holla, holla

¡Ayo! Tell 'em to back off, he wanna slack off
Ain't no more booty calls, you gotta jack off
It′s me and Karol G, we let them rats talk
Don′t run up on us, 'cause they lettin′ the MACs off

Pero si le ponen la canción
Le da una depresión tonta
Llorando lo comienza a llamar

Pero él la dejó en buzón
Será porque con otra está
Fingiendo que a otra se puede amar

Eh, ah
Un-un shot pa' la pena profunda
Y seguimo′ gastando la funda
Otro shot pa' la mente

Pa′ que el recuerdo no la atormente
Ella se cura con rumba
Y el amor pa' la tumba
To' los hombres le zumban

Pero si le ponen la canción
Le da una depresión tonta
Llorando lo comienza a llamar

Pero él la dejó en buzón
Será porque con otra está
Fingiendo que a otra se puede amar
Ye-eh, yeah

Tusa

He's got no excuse anymore
Today he went out with his friend
Supposedly to kill the blues
Because a man paid him badly

He's tough and mean
He got tired of being good
Now he's the one who's using them
Because a man paid him badly

He doesn't seem sentimental anymore
He says he doesn't cry for another man, no

But if they play him the song
He gets a silly case of depression
He starts to cry and call him

But he left him a voicemail
Maybe because he's with someone else
Pretending that he can love someone else

But all of this crying was for nothing
Now I'm a bad girl
And now you're kicking and screaming like a big toddler
Don't try to get yor friends to come holler, holler

Ayo! Tell 'em to back off, he wanna slack off
Ain't no more booty calls, you gotta jack off
It's me and Karol G, we let them rats talk
Don't run up on us, 'cause they lettin′ the MACs off

But if they play him the song
He gets a silly case of depression
He starts to cry and call him

But he left him a voicemail
Maybe because he's with someone else
Pretending that he can love someone else

Eh, ah
A shot for the deep pain
And we keep spending the money
Another shot for the mind

So that the memories don't torment her
She's healing with dancing
And love to the grave
All the men buzz around her

But if they play him the song
He gets a silly case of depression
He starts to cry and call him

But he left him a voicemail
Maybe because he's with someone else
Pretending that he can love someone else
Ye-eh, yeah