Текст и перевод песни Daddy Yankee feat. Voltio - No te canses, el funeral (38)

No te canses, el funeral (38)

Que!
Daddy Yankee, yo!
Cangri!
Los Homerunners, yo!
DJ Urba!
Vamos pa' la rumba!
Zumba! Zumba!
Dice!
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
Yankee canto
La nena bailo
Y todo el mundo levanto la mano
Yankee canto
La nena bailo
Y todo el mundo levanto la mano
Tu cuerpo hermoso
Para bailar el reggae
Si lo usas
No lo dejes caer
Tu cuerpo es hermoso
Para bailar el reggae
Si así lo usas
No lo dejes caer
So,
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
Jua!
Para mi chica
Cuando baile la mejor'a
Jua!
Para mi chica
Se controla, no señora
Jua!
Ese es Yankee, is the live champion'a
Jua!
Ese es Yankee con estilo reggaeton'a
Si, si, si
Ven acá
Ven a bailar
Si, si, si
Ven acá
Ven a bailar
Si, si, si
Ven acá
Ven a bailar
Si, si, si
Ven acá
Ven a bailar
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Yankee,
Si quieres pa' la guerra
Vamos pa' la guerra
Ya no comas mierda
La calle esta llena de tierra
La calle esta dura
Me obligan andar con algo en la cintura
Cuando hay nebuleo
Sube mi temperatura
Tú cuenta y jura
Que si yo los pillo en mi locura
Yankee lo asegura
Ya la de ellos esta segura
Si los busco y no aparecen
Voltio no se apura
Pero mis pistolas quieren sangre
Hay que salir a buscar la cura
Pa' los nenes
Llegaron los anormales
Pai, ___________ con AK
De aquí nadie sale
No se resbalen
Cuando suenen las automáticas
Salgan en "El Vocero"
Picaos en bolsas plásticas
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Yo!
Los de tu corillo
Andan con una camisa con tu foto
Mucho carro, mucha mierda
Y los tengo loco
Estos trangalangas salen a cazarme a diario
Y yo soy el que tengo satélites en todos los barrios
Yo soy el que tiene el control de la radio
Pronto a todos ustedes le rezaran el rosario
Ando con los chipping-hammer y los anormales
(Voltio!)
A ver si de las cuevas estos huelebichos salen
Soy humilde, tranquilo y decente
Canto pa' los corillos
Y brego con to' la gente, pa'
Pero si te lambes te puedo explotar los dientes
Aquí están Los Cangris
(Daddy Yankee, yo!)
Voltio, el demente
A los velagüira
A los que se me viran
A los que mal me miran
A los que a fuego tiran
A los que conspiran
Contra mi vida
Se lo dejo a Dios y que el lo decida
(So!)
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Si quieren pa' la guerra
Pues vamos pa' la guerra
Ando siempre yo
Preparado con mi gun
No cometas el error
Si quieren pa' la guerra
Pues vamos pa' la guerra
Ando siempre yo
Preparado con mi gun
No cometas el error
Yo!
Los Homerunners de Yankee!
Yo!
Julio Voltio!
Que paso, cónsul!
Esto es lo que hay!
Yo! Yo!
Los cangris!

Don't get tired, the funeral (38)

What!
Daddy Yankee, yo!
Cangri!
Los Homerunners, yo!
DJ Urba!
Let's go to the party!
Zumba! Zumba!
He says!
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing and don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing and don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Yankee sang
The girl danced
And everyone raised their hands
Yankee sang
The girl danced
And everyone raised their hands
Your beautiful body
To dance reggae
If you use it
Don't let it fall
Your body is beautiful
To dance reggae
If you use it like that
Don't let it fall
So,
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing and don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing and don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Woo!
For my girl
When she dances, she's the best
Woo!
For my girl
She controls herself, no ma'am
Woo!
That's Yankee, is the live champion
Woo!
That's Yankee with reggaeton style
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come here
Come dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come here
Come dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come here
Come dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come here
Come dance
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing and don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing and don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, y'all don't stop
Don't get tired, y'all don't stop
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
There are bullets in your heart
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
There are bullets in your heart
Yankee,
If you want war
Let's go to war
Don't eat shit anymore
The street is full of dirt
The street is hard
They force me to walk with something on my waist
When it's cloudy
My temperature rises
You count and swear
That if I catch them in my madness
Yankee assures you
Theirs is already safe
If I look for them and they don't appear
Voltio doesn't rush
But my guns want blood
We have to go out and find the cure
For the kids
The abnormal ones have arrived
Dad, ___________ with AK
Nobody gets out of here
Don't slip
When the automatics sound
They come out in "El Vocero"
Chopped up in plastic bags
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
There are bullets in your heart
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
There are bullets in your heart
Yo!
Those in your crew
They walk around with a shirt with your picture
Lots of cars, lots of shit
And I have them crazy
These trangalangas go out to hunt me every day
And I'm the one who has satellites in all the neighborhoods
I'm the one who has control of the radio
Soon all of you will be praying the rosary
I walk with the chipping-hammers and the abnormal ones
(Voltio!)
Let's see if these cocksuckers come out of the caves
I am humble, calm and decent
I sing for the crews
And I deal with all the people, for
But if you lick yourself, I can blow your teeth out
Here are Los Cangris
(Daddy Yankee, yo!)
Voltio, the demented one
To the velagüira
To those who turn against me
To those who look at me badly
To those who shoot fire
To those who conspire
Against my life
I leave it to God and let him decide
(So!)
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
There are bullets in your heart
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
There are bullets in your heart
If they want war
Well, let's go to war
I always walk
Ready with my gun
Don't make the mistake
If they want war
Well, let's go to war
I always walk
Ready with my gun
Don't make the mistake
Yo!
Yankee's Homerunners!
Yo!
Julio Voltio!
What's up, consul!
This is what it is!
Yo! Yo!
The cangris!