Текст и перевод песни Mexicano feat. Ñengo Flow & Cosculluela - Ba Pa Ti

Ba Pa Ti

Que me abran los canales pa′ grabar esta peste
Y que me arresten porque voy a desenterrar al muerto éste
Demasiao' de mucho tiempo pa′ escribir una canción
Si Puertorro' fuera Miami 'tas guerreando con Lebron
Agarra el lápiz cabrón que vo′a darte hasta que te apague
No quiero mas excusa pa′ arreglar ni que te cague
Y pára de llamar a Jaime para arreglar en el concierto
El dinero no es mi problema en ese lado yo estoy resuelto

Free Tempo! Que mucho lloraste porque te saquen
Reunan toda la firma de la gente y las empaten,
Va a salir igual roncando de críos y de Bugatti
Puerto Rico te sacó, pues hazle el concierto gratis sin queja
Mexicano está detrás de las reja,
No quieras estar cogiendo a la gente de pendeja
Que fuiste pa Manatí a buscarte unas capella vieja
Y la estrenaste como si hubieran grabado todo en pareja
Así cualquiera cabrón si el tiempo te da la razón
Pues el tiempo sigue pasando y sigues en el mismo avión
Ya no hables de eso como si tu voz tuviera peso
En to los temas es la misma mierda:
"El que salió de preso"
A nadie le importa cuanto tiempo tu hiciste
Puedes hacerle 30 años sigue siendo el mismo chiste

Narcoanpon de los temas pa que la gente se asuste
Te fuiste a ajuste y dijiste que todo era de embuste
Y en la corte hiciste un show de striper
Pa' que el juez, el fiscal te bajen el zipper
Le bajaste el zipper a todo los fiscales federales
Para que te bajen los años y el caso se desinstale
(Home)

You know the take The Cos to be to Boss
Is the on the street to boy, to flowless
El Princii...
Uno dos dos uno dos tres probando
Alguien que me explique bien que lo que esta pasando
Llame a Elías si mañana me arresta lo policía

Yo hago una año y salgo con 10 discos en el mismo dia
Cabrón Tuviste tiempo pa′ pensar y pa' escribir
Pa′ borrar lo que no te gusta, pa' editar y pa′ seguir
El tiempo es irrecuperable no le puedes dar pa atrás
Ya lo botaste en la celda haciendo buchon y yon pillas
Ahora es modelo así que nadie me le toque el pelo
Rifando Jordan pero no manda ni las Carmelo
Le pone el disco Free Music, claro, tiene que ser Free
Si los tema son una mierda y mas mierda son to' los beat
Estás mariado, echo dime que nos ha pasado
Si yo fui quien aprobé tus hipotecas en dorado
Si yo te di la mano cuando nadie te la ha dado
Te moriste en la orilla después de todo lo que has nadado

Les converso vivo la película en reverso
Mi mujer era striper y mi chilla miss universo
Las coronas de belleza toas' encima de mi cabeza
Y las mujeres que son de la calle nunca se enderezan
You Tempo! Descanse en paz y aprende de humildad
Dices que a ti te recibieron como a Tito Trinidad
Y no me concuerda porque esa gente te han dado de izquierda
O se te han ido to′s de lado por que los tratas como mierda

Quien tú ere′ cabrón? A verda' el bichote
Los jefes no lloran detrás delo′ barrote
Taba loco que salga pa' que esta mierda explote
La tuya quedó di show, yo nunca la escuché en Coyote
Ni en coyote ni en la calle ni en las margaritas ni en ningún lao′ porque tu no suenas cabrón, tu estas apagaoo'

Yo me hice implante de pelo
Me hice el botox y también me hice la lipo
Por eso tu estas viejo y yo parezco un chamaquito,
Por eso pasa un año y siento que yo resucito
El Bhudda me lo dijo, "no pueden tumbarte ni en equipo"
Yo estoy duro cabrón y es que conmigo nadie sale
Me enjabonan el piso y no hay forma de que me resbale
No te acueste, le debe 5 mil pesos a Dexter
Y lo llamas, "voy a hacerte un party para que me lo restes"
Orientao′ tenemos tus datos coge to' fiao'
Y para no sonar pendejo dices que estas opisao′
Yo no te acuso, Tempo se sabe que esto es un abuso
Rafaelo no me llama, es mas yo brego con el ruso

Un sapo sapo sapo
Cuando yo estaba matando en el estudio
Tu estabas pasando mapo
No me ronques de maliante y de que eres el capo
Porque donde te vea te la engrapo, grapo
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Demasiado de mucho flow para esta era
Tienes que volver a subir toas′ las escaleras
No hables de lo que no sabes, no ronques de bregadera
Porque tu tiempo paso hace una década entera
Estas viejo y ya no puedes dar ni consejo
Todo el mundo sabe que el mas duro en Ponce es Ñejo
Mudate pa vega bajo vera con quien trabajo
Porque tu seguir rapeando después de esto no me encaja
Toy cagao' Coscu tu no sale de Humacao
Pa′ que voa' salir si to′ ustedes me hacen los mandaos'
Y no pretendo que tu entiendas todo lo que entiendo
La radio estoy explotando, en la calle ya tengo a Kendo, yiah!

"Y le hice 11 años y 6 meses! Y saben que? No chotie"
Waoou
Búsquenle un trofeo
Búsquenle un bizcocho
Que el hombre no chotio, waooou
Uuaa
Little motherfucker Wizard
Young Hollywood
El cere-bro-bro-bro, El Muekea, that′s my men nigga
El princi, White Lion
See you now, i see you on the back estudio
Do you little a money this
Y no te compare conmigo cabrón
Que tu sabe que a mi se me hace demasiao' fácil, demasiao'
Eso busca lo en la pista, búscalo en la voce
Bueno búscala en la voz
Porque yo lo que tiro es una
Y te mato fácil, Brrr
Brrrryan Lee, Millo!
Ay dios mío!
Rottweilas.

Low By Small

Open the channels for me to record this plague
And get arrested because I'm going to dig up the dead this
It's been too long to write a song
If Puertorro 'were Miami' tas warring with Lebron
Grab the fucking pencil I'm gonna give you until I turn you off
I don't want no more excuse to fix or fuck you
And stop calling Jaime to arrange at the concert
Money is not my problem on that side I am solved

Free Tempo! That you cried a lot because they take you out
Gather all the people's signature and tie them up,
It's going to come out the same snoring of kids and Bugatti
Puerto Rico got you out, then do the concert for free without complaint
Mexican is behind the bars,
You don't want to be fucking the asshole people
That you went to Manatee to look for some old capella
And you premiered it as if they had recorded everything as a couple
So any bastard if time gives you the reason
Well time keeps passing and you're still on the same plane
Don't talk about it like your voice has weight anymore
On to the topics it's the same shit:
"The one who got out of prison"
No one cares how long you made
You can make him 30 years it's still the same joke

Narco-Anpon of the topics for people to be scared
You went to adjustment and said it was all a lie
And in court you did a striper show
For the judge, the prosecutor to take down your zipper
You pulled down the zipper on all the federal prosecutors
To get your years down and the case is uninstalled
(Home)

You know the take The Cos to be to Boss
Is the on the street to boy, to flowless
The Princii...
One two two one two three testing
Someone to explain to me well that what is happening
Call Elias if the police arrest me tomorrow

I do a year and I come out with 10 albums in the same day
You bastard had time to 'think and to' write
To 'delete what you don't like, to' edit and to' follow
Time is irretrievable you can't turn it back
You already dumped him in the cell doing buchon and yon catches
She's a model now so no one touches my hair
Raffando Jordan but he doesn't even send them Carmelo
He plays the album Free Music, of course, it has to be...
If the songs are shit and more shit are to' the beat
You're married, echo tell me what happened to us
If I was the one who approved your mortgages in golden
If I shook your hand when no one has given it to you
You died on the shore after all you've swum

I live the movie in reverse
My wife was a stripper and my squeal miss universe
The crowns of beauty toas' above my head
And the women who are from the street never straighten up
You Tempo! Rest in peace and learn from humility
You say that you were received like Tito Trinidad
And it doesn't agree with me because those people have given you left
Or they've gone to your side to's because you treat them like shit

Who are you, you bastard? A verda' el bichote
The bosses don't cry behind the bar
I'm crazy to get out so this shit explodes
Yours was left di show, I never heard it in Coyote
Neither in coyote nor in the street nor in las margaritas nor in any Lao 'because you don't sound like a bastard, you're turning off...'

I got a hair implant
I had the botox and I also had the lipo
That's why you're old and I look like a little boy,
That's why a year passes and I feel that I resurrect
The Bhudda told me, "They can't knock you down even as a team"
I'm hard bastard and nobody goes out with me
They lather my floor and there's no way I'm gonna slip
I didn't put you to bed, he owes Dexter 5 thousand pesos
And you call him, "I'm going to make you a party so you can subtract it from me"
Orientao' we have your data take to'fiao'
And in order not to sound like an asshole you say that you are opisao'
I'm not accusing you, Tempo it's known that this is an abuse
Rafaelo doesn't call me, it's more I deal with the Russian

A toad toad toad
When I was killing in the studio
You were passing mapo
Don't snore at me for being a badass and that you're the boss
Because wherever I see you I'll staple it to you, I'll staple
(Home)
Too much of a lot of flow for this era
You have to go back up all the stairs
Don't talk about what you don't know, don't snore bregadera
Because your time passed a whole decade ago
You're old and you can't even give advice anymore
Everyone knows that the hardest in Ponce is Ñejo
Move to vega bajo vera with whom I work
Because your still rapping after this doesn't fit me
Toy cagao' Coscu you don't leave Humacao
Pa'que voa' salir si to 'you guys make the orders to me'
And I don't pretend that you understand everything that I understand
The radio is blowing up, I already have Kendo on the street, yiah!

"And I made him 11 years and 6 months! And you know what? No chotie"
Waoou
Find him a trophy
Find him a cake
That the man did not chotio, waooou
Whoops
Little motherfucker Wizard
Young Hollywood
El cere-bro-bro-bro, El Muekea, that's my men nigga
The Prince, White Lion
See you now, I see you on the back studio
Do you little a money this
And don't compare yourself to me bastard
That you know that it becomes too 'easy, too' for me
That look for it on the track, look for it in the voice
Well look for it in the voice
Because what I'm shooting is a
And I kill you easy, Brrr
Brrrryan Lee, Millo!
Oh my God!
Rottweilas.