Текст и перевод песни Daddy Yankee - 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 señ ora
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 corazó n
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazó n
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 automá ticas
Salgan en El Vocero
Picaos en bolsas plá sticas
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazó n
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazó n
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 saté lites 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 está n Los Cangris
(Daddy Yankee, yo!)
Voltio, el demente
A los velagü ira
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 corazó n
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazó n
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, có nsul!
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!
Say!
Don't get tired, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep dancing, don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep dancing, don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep it going
Yankee sang
The girl danced
And everyone raised their hands
Yankee sang
The girl danced
And everyone raised their hands
Your beautiful body
For dancing reggae
If you use it
Don't let it fall
Your body is beautiful
For dancing reggae
If you use it like that
Don't let it fall
So,
Don't get tired, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep dancing, don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep dancing, don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep it going
Jua!
For my girl
When she dances she's the best
Jua!
For my girl
She controls herself, no ma'am
Jua!
That's Yankee, he's the live champion
Jua!
That's Yankee with reggaeton style
Yes, yes, yes
Come here
Come dance
Yes, yes, yes
Come here
Come dance
Yes, yes, yes
Come here
Come dance
Yes, yes, yes
Come here
Come dance
Don't get tired, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep dancing, don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep dancing, don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, keep it going
Don't get tired, keep it going
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
Stop eating shit
The street is full of dirt
The street is hard
They force me to walk with something in my waist
When it's cloudy
My temperature rises
You count and swear
That if I catch them in my madness
Yankee assures it
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
Come out in El Vocero
Chopped 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!
The ones in your crew
They walk around with a shirt with your picture on it
A lot of cars, a lot 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 you will all be praying the rosary
I walk with the chipping-hammers and the abnormal ones
(Voltio!)
Let's see if these scumbags come out of the caves
I am humble, calm and decent
I sing for the crews
And I deal with all the people, pa'
But if you lick yourself I can blow your teeth out
Here are Los Cangris
(Daddy Yankee, yo!)
Voltio, the demented one
To the watchers
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 you want war
Well, let's go to war
I always walk
Prepared with my gun
Don't make the mistake
If you want war
Well, let's go to war
I always walk
Prepared 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!