Текст и перевод песни Don Omar - Ronca - Live

Ronca - Live

El mejor DJ del genero del reggaeton...
Mejor canción del genero del reggaeton, "Ronca"...
(Don, Don!)
El mejor artista del genero del reggaeton en tus manos...
(Ronca!)
(Ya tu Sabes!)
(Grrrrrr...)
Simplemente el que habla con las manos...
(Ronca!)
(El mejor pagado!)
El mas decente...
El mundo ha conocido tu música...
(Ronca!)
Ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
Eliel, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
Y saca los sinfónicos
Que se soltó el rapero biónico
El mas que vendo con record histórico
Y trucos tacticos
Voy a sacar fules de plástico
Pa' barrer a to' esos puercos
Que se piensan ser prácticos
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontiar
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas...
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontiar
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas...
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
Eliel te toca, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Cierrale la boca a to' estos soca'
Que se esbocan, y sus letras sofocan
Dile que con nosotros 'tan en coca
Cien mil batallas, y seguimo' invictos
Medio millón de copias vendidas con el mismo disco
Los noto ariscos, tírense por un risco
'tamos sonando los reyes de Puerto Rico
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontiar
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas...
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontiar
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas...
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
Ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
Eliel, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
(Jajajajajaja!)
Locos los dejo, ustedes to's tiran de lejos
Frontean y son mi reflejo...
Como los mata el viejo, todos se miran en mi espejo
Juega conmigo y juega con tu pellejo
Locos los dejo, ustedes to's tiran de lejos
Frontean y son mi reflejo...
Como los mata el viejo, todos se miran en mi espejo
Juega conmigo y juega con tu pellejo
Soy el bambino...
Hector, el father, gangster fino
Productor de discos de platino
Les atino, que al que se lamba lo elimino
Mezclo música con calle, como las combino
No pierdo el hilo, yo soy navaja de doble-filo
El de la torta sin vender kilos
Eliel, ronca, yo ando cazando con el Tonka
Eliel, ronca, yo ando cazando con el Tonka
Ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
Eliel, ronca, dale con el Tonka
Tu eres mejor nota por nota
Dale lo que las alborota
Y las aloca
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontiar
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas...
Ninguno va guerrear
Lo que hacen es frontiar
Conmigo no buscan na'
Son fecas...
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
(Wooooh...) (Ronca!)
La realidad del asunto...
Es que nos llaman los fantásticos!
Hector, el bambino!
Zion!
Don Omar!
Eliel!
Nesty!
Las mentes maestras!
Escobar!
Alex 'Gargola'!
Mario!
Dejándonos sentir!
Ronca!
Y roncamos porque podemos!
Porque somos los dueños del genero!
Los dueños del genero...
Y si ronca...
Aguanta, aguanta...
Si ronca...
Aguanta...
(Don!)
Jejejeje...
Ronca!

Ronca - Live

The best DJ in the reggaeton genre...
Best song in the reggaeton genre, "Ronca"...
(Don, Don!)
The best artist in the reggaeton genre in your hands...
(Ronca!)
(You already know!)
(Grrrrrr...)
Simply the one who speaks with his hands...
(Ronca!)
(The highest paid!)
The most decent...
The world has known your music...
(Ronca!)
Roar, baby, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
Eliel, roar, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
And bring out the symphonics
The bionic rapper is unleashed
The one who sells the most with a historic record
And tactical tricks
I'm gonna pull out plastic brooms
To sweep away all those pigs
Who think they're practical
None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're just crap...
None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're just crap...
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
Eliel, it's your turn, roar, hit it with the Tonka
Shut the mouths of all these suckers
Who brag, and their lyrics suffocate
Tell them they're messing with coke with us
A hundred thousand battles, and we're still undefeated
Half a million copies sold with the same album
I notice they're nervous, they should jump off a cliff
We're playing, the kings of Puerto Rico
None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're just crap...
None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're just crap...
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
Roar, baby, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
Eliel, roar, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
(Jajajajajaja!)
I leave them crazy, you all shoot from afar
You front and you're my reflection...
How the old man kills them, they all look at themselves in my mirror
Play with me and play with your skin
I leave them crazy, you all shoot from afar
You front and you're my reflection...
How the old man kills them, they all look at themselves in my mirror
Play with me and play with your skin
I'm the bambino...
Hector, the father, fine gangster
Platinum record producer
I hit the mark, I eliminate whoever messes up
I mix music with the streets, that's how I combine them
I don't lose the thread, I'm a double-edged blade
The one with the cake without selling kilos
Eliel, roar, I'm hunting with the Tonka
Eliel, roar, I'm hunting with the Tonka
Roar, baby, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
Eliel, roar, hit it with the Tonka
You're the best, note for note
Give them what stirs them up
And drives them crazy
None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're just crap...
None of them will fight
All they do is front
They don't want anything with me
They're just crap...
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
(Wooooh...) (Roar!)
The reality of the matter...
Is that they call us the fantastic ones!
Hector, the bambino!
Zion!
Don Omar!
Eliel!
Nesty!
The masterminds!
Escobar!
Alex 'Gargola'!
Mario!
Letting ourselves be felt!
Roar!
And we roar because we can!
Because we are the owners of the genre!
The owners of the genre...
And if it roars...
Hold on, hold on...
If it roars...
Hold on...
(Don!)
Jejejeje...
Roar!