Текст и перевод песни Daddy Yankee, Wise, Don Omar, Héctor "El Father", Yomo, Wisin & Yandel, Zion & Arcangel - Royal Rumble (Se Van)

Royal Rumble (Se Van)

Damas y caballeros, bienvenidos a otro capítulo
En la historia del reggaetón
Los Benjamin!
Nosotros somos el Dream Team!
Ja!

Socio, ando por la calle velando,
No quiero fantameo pa',
Mere socio, no se meta en mi negocio,
Ese tumbau conmigo no va,
Ando soliao con mi combo activao,
Velando por si alguien tira un trambo,
Un paso en falso te dan charlatan y te mueres,
Uuy... Se van...

Piensen bien si quieren guerrear conmigo,
(Se van)
Se tu ready pa comermelos vivos,
(Se van)
Tengo el deo en el clip,
Solo es cuestión de quitar el seguro,
Si quiero abuso,

Piensen bien si quieren guerrear conmigo,
(Oooh-ooh),
Se tu ready pa comermelos vivos,
(Oooh-ooh),
Tengo el deo en el clip,
Solo es cuestión de bajar el seguro,
Solo hay un intento.

Mirenme,
Como un humilde se revela,
El general de la vieja y de la nueva escuela,
Si no sabes de historia es mejor que te calles (Shhhh),
Quien viene matando aqui desde los tiempos de playe,
Cuando no habia radio, video, ni prensa,
A mi me hizo la calle,
A tos ustedes y sus disqueras,

Desde el principio mucha gente me han tirau,
Sigo vivo y respetau, nadie me ha pagao,
Quieres sembrar el miedo como "Jack El Ripper",
Y ustedes meten mano es verdad pero en los zipper,
Y no me importa si tu tienes combo si tienes torta,
A John Kennedy le dieron papi, con to y escolta,

Mirenme,
Como un humilde se revela,
El general de la vieja y de la nueva escuela,
Hey, chamaco no te envuelvas,
Soy el unico veterano que tiene la sangre nueva,
Un gigante aqui,
Tanto asi que solo les dan portadas cuando hablan de mi,
Mujeres en bt, TRL por MTV, please,

Pa' aca tu no podras subir,
Quieres llegar a mi nivel?,
Te dare dos soluciones,
Cante mas y no hable tanta mierda en sus canciones,
Sigo subiendo everyday, el pasado, presente y futuro guey,
Si esto fuero la NBA, fuera Dr. J, Jordan y Lebron James
(Shpauu!)

Abran paso pal ministro,
Yo suministro,
Yo controlo las calles y los guistros,
El profesor, morena, controlando la carretera,
Postiao' en la escalera con la burra de cabo en madera,
El enviado como Neo, que anda aborrecio
El que se me pegue de aqui se va partio',

Entren y saquenmelo del caserio,
Que ando con la trulla y con los cortafrio,
(Jaa!), Que no te pillen un carrito de piragua,
Manso como T y pichando por el area de Caguas,
Va a haber lluvia de balas,
Comprate un paragua,
Bobo yo soy el Capo,
Tu solo gritas agua!
(Ustedes los guerreros, Los Benjamin)

Usted es una rata,
Siga cantando pa las gatas,
Que en esto de la calle papi puede ser mi chata,
Trata pa meterte con la culata,
Coje por la orilla o te voy a sacar la guata,
Jajajajaja,
Quieres sentir la roca,
Sigan tirando balas locas,
SoCa, estas guerreando con el motherfucka,
Te tengo en coca,
Salte del carril que va la troca,
Chamaco yo a usted no le quepo por la boca.

Te voy a dar con el becerro,
Yo los mato como el cerro,
Mamahierro, hagan planes pa su entierro,
Mucho guille pa despues llamar los perros,
Yo no le temo a la muerte a la vida nunca me aferro,
Yo soy de calle criao, muchas vidas he privau,
Ando con una estrella en el pecho y la morena al lao,
Usted es un bobo criao,
No sea tan caripelao,
Si no quieres que le vuele el pez camine con cuidao

Dejense ver que quiero saber quien va a tumbarme el vuelo,
Cada vez que salgo, a to estos viejos se le paran los pelos,
Hipocritas no me saluden y rompan el hielo,
Hablenme claro y pal suelo,
Llego antes, ok!,
El de morena y me guille,
El que los trillas en bolsa negra y camilla,
Me fui a las milla como las semillas,
Le dan fuego y los levanta del piso, si porfia los pilla

Jejejejeje, ustedes son hijos mios.
Raperos calmen su brutality,
Ustedes tos me pagan royalty,
Estan tos leidos no me hablen de loyalty,
Yo se que tos envidian mi flow y mi versitality,
Y no pueden con mi productivity,
Ustedes conmigo no tienen ni una opportunity,
Pa compararse con mi capacity,
So sigan marcando lo que luny hace el beat,
Y Don te batea un hit

Vengan donde mi, si me quieren ver morir,
Verme en un ataud, no va a ser facil,
Solo hay un intento enemy,
(Bien duro come on!),
Vengan donde mi si me quieren ver morir,
Verme en un ataud no va a ser facil,
Solo hay un intento enemy,
Solo hay un intento

Lo de ustedes suena bien pero aveces ensorroso,
Lo mio queda cabron como siempre maravilloso,
Tengo la habilidad de cantar y rapiar,
Versatilidad de estilos dificil de copiar,
La maravilla,
El bajo mundo me aclama,
Y entiendo que estoy preparao para el dinero y la fama,
Me critican porque el mejor de los novatos me creo,
No es que me creo es que ninguno iguala mi palabreo,
Yo me distrajo por ser entre ellos el primero,
Papi yo soy el favorito de los pirateros,
Yo soy aquel que te mata, pa hablarte claro pa,
El favorito de tu gata,
De los dones y las doñitas,
El mas que suena en las scooters y las motoritas,
Ja, Arcangel pa'
No te copie papi,
Preeee!!

Hoy mi peine de caracol se va de gira,
Hasta que no tome un pal pa atras no vira,
Mi pana,
Coja la orilla, pongase las zapatillas, porque,
Hoy vas a correr mas de una milla,
Quien es!
Sube A con la A cadena cubana con la A,
Soy yo criminal criminal po!,
Yo no protesto mucho menos me molesto,
El que me tire le contesto,
Pram pram!!

Royal Rumble (They’re Gone)

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another chapter
In the history of reggaeton
The Benjamins!
We are the Dream Team!
Ha!

Baby, I'm walking down the street, watching,
I don't want any fake flexing,
My partner, don't get involved in my business,
That bullshit doesn't fly with me,
I'm rolling solo with my combo activated,
Watching in case someone throws a bomb,
One false step, they'll call you a charlatan and you die,
Ooh... They're gone...

Think twice if you wanna go to war with me,
(They're gone)
You better be ready to get eaten alive,
(They're gone)
I got my finger on the clip,
It's just a matter of releasing the safety,
If I want abuse,

Think twice if you wanna go to war with me,
(Oooh-ooh),
You better be ready to get eaten alive,
(Oooh-ooh),
I got my finger on the clip,
It's just a matter of releasing the safety,
You only get one try.

Look at me,
How a humble man reveals himself,
The general of the old and new school,
If you don't know history, you better shut up (Shhhh),
I've been killing it here since the beach days,
When there was no radio, video, or press,
The streets made me,
All of you and your record labels,

From the beginning, a lot of people have tried to take me down,
I'm still alive and respected, nobody has paid me,
You want to spread fear like "Jack The Ripper",
And you guys put your hands in, that's true, but in the zippers,
And I don't care if you have a crew if you have cake,
They got John Kennedy, baby, with all his escort,

Look at me,
How a humble man reveals himself,
The general of the old and new school,
Hey, kid, don't get involved,
I'm the only veteran who has new blood,
A giant here,
So much so that they only give you headlines when they talk about me,
Women on BET, TRL on MTV, please,

You can't climb up here,
You want to reach my level?,
I'll give you two solutions,
Sing more and don't talk so much shit in your songs,
I keep climbing everyday, the past, present and future dude,
If this were the NBA, I'd be Dr. J, Jordan and Lebron James
(Shpauu!)

Make way for the minister,
I supply,
I control the streets and the registers,
The professor, morena, controlling the highway,
Posted on the stairs with the wooden stock shotgun,
The envoy like Neo, who walks around hated,
Whoever gets close to me is leaving here split in half,

Come in and get me out of the hood,
I'm rolling with the crew and the switchblades,
(Jaa!), Don't let them catch you with a snow cone cart,
Chill like T and pitching through the Caguas area,
There's gonna be a rain of bullets,
Buy yourself an umbrella,
Fool, I'm the Capo,
You just scream water!
(You the warriors, The Benjamins)

You are a rat,
Keep singing for the girls,
Cause in this street thing, baby, you could be my snitch,
Try to mess with the butt,
Take the edge or I'm gonna gut you,
Jajajajaja,
You wanna feel the rock,
Keep firing crazy bullets,
SoCa, you're fighting with the motherfucka,
I got you on coke,
Get off the lane, the truck is coming,
Kid, you don't fit in my mouth.

I'm gonna hit you with the calf,
I kill them like the hill,
Mamahierro, make plans for your burial,
A lot of talk and then you call the dogs,
I don't fear death, I never cling to life,
I'm from the streets, raised, I've taken many lives,
I walk with a star on my chest and the morena by my side,
You're a fool, raised,
Don't be so cheeky,
If you don't want me to blow your fish away, walk carefully

Let me see, I want to know who's gonna bring me down,
Every time I go out, all these old guys get their hair standing on end,
Hypocrites, don't greet me and break the ice,
Talk to me straight and to the floor,
I arrive first, ok!,
The one with the morena and my talk,
The one who grinds you in a black bag and stretcher,
I went to the mile like the seeds,
They set fire to them and lift them off the floor, if they insist, he catches them

Jejejejeje, you are my children.
Rappers calm your brutality,
You all pay me royalties,
You're all read, don't talk to me about loyalty,
I know you all envy my flow and my versatility,
And you can't handle my productivity,
You don't have a single opportunity with me,
To compare yourself with my capacity,
So keep marking what luny does the beat,
And Don hits you a hit

Come to me, if you want to see me die,
See me in a coffin, it won't be easy,
You only get one try enemy,
(Real hard, come on!),
Come to me, if you want to see me die,
See me in a coffin, it won't be easy,
You only get one try enemy,
You only get one try

Yours sounds good, but sometimes it's messy,
Mine is always badass and wonderful,
I have the ability to sing and rap,
Versatility of styles difficult to copy,
The wonder,
The underworld acclaims me,
And I understand that I'm ready for money and fame,
They criticize me because I think I'm the best of the rookies,
It's not that I think so, it's that no one matches my talk,
I get distracted by being the first among them,
Daddy, I'm the pirates' favorite,
I'm the one who kills you, to be clear with you,
Your girl's favorite,
Of the dons and the ladies,
The one that plays the most on scooters and motorcycles,
Ha, Arcangel for you,
I didn't copy you, daddy,
Preeee!!

Today my snail comb goes on tour,
It doesn't turn until I take a step back,
My man,
Take the edge, put on your sneakers, because,
Today you're gonna run more than a mile,
Who is it!
A comes up with the A, Cuban chain with the A,
It's me, criminal criminal, yo!,
I don't protest, much less get upset,
Whoever throws at me, I answer,
Pram pram!!