Текст и перевод песни Gue Pequeno feat. Cosculluela & El Micha - Bam Bam

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Ragga, ragga
Esto es como Raggamuffin, pero sin verlo
Cabrones, no es lo mismo tú llamarlo que verlo
Jamaica, nos fumamos un sheika
Y andamos con la (prrr) dentro de la discoteca
Traje ochentas con láser, cuarentas con el Mickey
Me dicen Ricky Rozay, Rozay, yo como Ricky
Bomboclat, vamo' a ver que e' lo que tú das
Cuando me veas con el negro monta'o en el Cadillac
Y esto es un fuletazo, dos fuletazos
Tres por si las mocas y cuatro por si acaso
En el brazo la Roleta, la Glopeta
Tu nombre con Magic Marker en todas las balas huecas
Me dicen "Hollow-Point", donde apunto les unto
Primero hacé "Click clack", y después es que pregunto
¿Los tuyos o los míos?, los míos aborreci'os
No aguantan el calentón, pero agárrate de este frío
Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque
Vengo dall'Italia, dove la gente delinque
Quattro, cinque, sei, sette, otto
Cuba e Puerto Rico, corri quando senti il botto
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta
I'm gonna chase you
G-U-E
Lei mi dice
Oh my God, you look so gangster
La scopo, lei lo dice a tutto il suo quartiere (ah-ah)
Italiano, ma lei dice che sembro albanese
S, L, in tuta LS, in pace
Tengo un AK sotto l'accappa Versace
La mafia in tuta robe di Kappa, le piace
Che sono portato per le lingue
Perché questi soldi ne parlano anche cinque
Guardo l'Audemars Piguet
A ore tre due cavalle
A ore sei la gente mia mi guarda le spalle
A ore nove tu che mi odi sempre attorno
Fai un Ave Maria per arrivare a mezzogiorno
Me ne fotto se mi ami
Ho una catena cubana e una cubana, Miami
Cinta nera, Miyagi
Sto flow, 44 KO come Mike
Non lo dico io, cabrón, l'ha detto Spotify
Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque
Vengo dall'Italia, dove la gente delinque
Quattro, cinque, sei, sette, otto
Cuba e Porto Rico, corri quando senti il botto
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta
I'm gonna chase you
Chase you
Sí, bro', lo que tú querías se acabo
Y lo que quedaba el negro se lo llevó
Soy yo, el de la .38 cañon corto
Que ando lleno 'e humo, que fumo y no me soporto
Sin licencia de portación pero la porto
Llego a party con el Coscu' y no me comporto
El problema es que la fiesta es tuya
Y los dueños somos nosotros
Y portate bien sino te lleva el de la moto
Y siente uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco
Esto no lleva balas, mato con un flow distinto
Yo sigo to' los días lindo, hasta los domingos
Y en tu cara fumo, y en tu cara brindo
Si no sabes planchar, brother, aprende a coser
Siempre va a ser así, de otra forma no puede ser
Es que en la escuela de la calle es donde los hombres se hacen
Y esto no se aprende, con esto se nace
Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque
Vengo dall'Italia, dove la gente delinque
Quattro, cinque, sei, sette, otto
Cuba e Porto Rico, corri quando senti il botto
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta

Bam Bam

Ragga, ragga
This is like Raggamuffin, but without seeing it
Bastards, it's not the same to call it than to see it
Jamaica, we smoke a sheika
And we walk with the (prrr) inside the disco
Eighties suit with laser, forties with the Mickey
They call me Ricky Rozay, Rozay, I eat like Ricky
Bomboclat, let's see what you got
When you see me with the black guy riding in the Cadillac
And this is a blast, two blasts
Three for the loafers and four just in case
On the arm the Roulette, the Glopeta
Your name with Magic Marker on all the hollow bullets
They call me "Hollow-Point", where I point I anoint
First do "Click clack", and then I ask
Yours or mine?, mine are hated
They can't stand the heat, but hold on to this cold
One, two, three, four, five
I come from Italy, where people commit crimes
Four, five, six, seven, eight
Cuba and Puerto Rico, run when you hear the bang
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta
I'm gonna chase you
G-U-E
She tells me
Oh my God, you look so gangster
I fuck her, she tells the whole neighborhood (ah-ah)
Italian, but she says I look Albanian
S, L, in LS tracksuit, in peace
I have an AK under the Versace robe
The mafia in Kappa tracksuits, she likes it
That I am gifted for languages
Because this money speaks five of them
I look at the Audemars Piguet
At three o'clock two horses
At six o'clock my people watch my back
At nine o'clock you who hate me always around
Say a Hail Mary to make it to noon
I don't give a damn if you love me
I have a Cuban chain and a Cuban girl, Miami
Black belt, Miyagi
This flow, 44 KO like Mike
I'm not saying it, cabrón, Spotify said it
One, two, three, four, five
I come from Italy, where people commit crimes
Four, five, six, seven, eight
Cuba and Puerto Rico, run when you hear the bang
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta
I'm gonna chase you
Chase you
Yeah, bro, what you wanted is over
And what was left the black guy took it
It's me, the one with the .38 short barrel
That I'm full of smoke, that I smoke and can't stand myself
Without a carrying license but I carry it
I get to the party with Coscu' and I don't behave
The problem is that the party is yours
And the owners are us
And behave yourself or the guy on the motorcycle will take you
And feel one, two, three, four, five
This doesn't carry bullets, I kill with a different flow
I'm still pretty every day, even Sundays
And I smoke in your face, and I toast in your face
If you don't know how to iron, brother, learn to sew
It's always going to be like this, it can't be any other way
It's that in the school of the street is where men are made
And this is not learned, you are born with this
One, two, three, four, five
I come from Italy, where people commit crimes
Four, five, six, seven, eight
Cuba and Puerto Rico, run when you hear the bang
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta
Pa-pa-ta-ta