Текст и перевод песни Héctor 'El Father' - Vamos pa' la calle

Vamos pa' la calle

Hector el bambino presenta...
A los anormales...
JaJaJa...

Vamos pa' la calle,
Vamos pa' la calle... Hoy...

(X2 Coro en fondo)
[Vengan todos contra mi,]
[Que aqui todo se vale.]
[Y hoy hire solo a morir]
[Con tos mis anormales.]

A veces es dificil entender,
Como personas que te desean lo peor,
Tienen que soportar,
Que te suceda lo mejor.
JaJaJa...
Muchachos no midan calenturas ni fuerzas,
Aqui estan, mis anormales.

Vamos pa' la calle,
Vamos pa' la calle... Hoy...

(X3)
Vamos pa' la calle.
[Vamos pa' la calle... Hoy...]

Aqui no hay miedo...
[Vamos pa' la calle... Hoy...]

No rompa las ruler,
O voy a meterle con el cooler.
Pa que tas roncando pato de hule.
No te me atribules,
Despues llamar a los azules.
En el mapa esta de moda borrar caras con los fules.

Hey tiburon, yo te conozco por la aleta,
O te aquietas o te va a hacer canto la vereta.
Tu cogelo a broma,
Dale juegate tu la maroma,
Que somos gladeadores como en Roma.
Y gritan socorre,
Escondiendo que tiro los forre,
Quemando patas, como lo hacen los de Torre.

(X2)
Matan lechones que no roncan de sicarios.
[Esto es cosa nuestra de barrio]
Aqui no hay miedo, andamos con los sanguinarios.
[Esto es cosa nuestra de barrio]

Viste Brosky, que yo pego más que Rocky.
Tu te estas buscando un soplamosky.
Tu si tienes losky,
Que yo no te he dado trenta con la boqui,
Bosca de burro, tu eres tremendo guasicosky.

Viste Pancho Villa,
Que en la jodeera ta que estilla.
Mucha babilla y ahora estan haciendo cucharilla.
Dile que en Manuela lo machillan.
Yo no hablo con los crafman,
Papi, yo hablo con los cabezillas.

(X3)
Vamos pa' la calle.
[Vamos pa' la calle... Hoy...]

Aqui no hay miedo...
[Vamos pa' la calle... Hoy...]

(X2)
Matan lechones que no roncan de sicarios.
[Esto es cosa nuestra de barrio]
Aqui no hay miedo, andamos con los sanguinarios.
[Esto es cosa nuestra de barrio]

Viste bosillo, te remato con medio posillo.
No es tener calibre ni corillo.
Bostel ojo al pillo, que no se guillen con millo.
Que tos lo que lo han hecho,
Han cagao los calsoncillos.

Vistes Peio, que los que roncan yo los meio.
Ponganle gaban a los camellos.
Bajate los trobos, que le meti con el bodromo.
Porque estan tirando to estos bobos.

Y se me amotiman,
Hoy los anormales no escatiman.
Bajen pal barrio,
Ustedes no son niñas.

(X3)
Vamos pa' la calle.
[Vamos pa' la calle... Hoy...]

Aqui no hay miedo...
[Vamos pa' la calle... Hoy...]

Hector el Bambino
En los Anormales.
Una vez más,
Separando los niños de los hombres.
Nesty!
Naldo!
Gocho!
No es lo mismo llamarnos...
Que vernos venir.
De mi, para mi Puerto Rico
Oye, esto no es para nadie,
Esto es para mi uso personal.
JaJaJa...
Tirenme muchachos,
Que yo no soy rencorozo.
Y si no fuera fino,
No tuviera tanto combo.
JaJaJa...
"From Puerto Rico"
El Bambino
El de la presión.
"Sigui Me"
JaJaJa...

Let's hit the streets

Hector the baby boy presents...
To the abnormal ones...
JaJaJa...

Let's hit the streets,
Let's hit the streets... Today...

(X2 Chorus in the background)
[Come all against me,]
[That here anything goes.]
[And today I will only die]
[With all my abnormal ones.]

Sometimes it's hard to understand,
How people that wish you the worst,
Have to endure,
That the best happens to you.
JaJaJa...
Boys don't measure tempers nor strength,
Here they are, my abnormal ones.

Let's hit the streets,
Let's hit the streets... Today...

(X3)
Let's hit the streets.
[Let's hit the streets... Today...]

There's no fear here...
[Let's hit the streets... Today...]

Don't break the rules,
Or I'm gonna hit you with the cooler.
Why are you snoring, rubber ducky.
Don't get distressed,
Then call the blues.
On the map, erasing faces with bullets is in fashion.

Hey shark, I know you by the fin,
Either you calm down or the shotgun will sing to you.
Take it as a joke,
Go ahead, play the rope,
That we are gladiators like in Rome.
And they scream for help,
Hiding that I throw the "forre",
Burning legs, like the Torre guys do.

(X2)
They kill piglets that don't snore from hitmen.
[This is our neighborhood thing]
There's no fear here, we walk with the bloodthirsty.
[This is our neighborhood thing]

You saw Brosky, that I hit harder than Rocky.
You're looking for a "soplamosky".
You do have "losky",
That I haven't given you thirty with the "boqui",
Donkey mouth, you're a tremendous "guasicosky".

You saw Pancho Villa,
That in the messing around is a splinter.
Lots of drool and now they're spooning.
Tell him that in Manuela they crush him.
I don't talk to the craftsmen,
Daddy, I talk to the leaders.

(X3)
Let's hit the streets.
[Let's hit the streets... Today...]

There's no fear here...
[Let's hit the streets... Today...]

(X2)
They kill piglets that don't snore from hitmen.
[This is our neighborhood thing]
There's no fear here, we walk with the bloodthirsty.
[This is our neighborhood thing]

You saw pocket, I finish you off with half a cup.
It's not about having caliber or gang.
Bostel eye on the thief, don't let them be mocked with corn.
That all those who have done it,
Have shit their underpants.

You saw Peio, that those who snore I "meio" them.
Put coats on the camels.
Get off the "trobos", that I hit it with the "bodromo".
Because they're shooting all these fools.

And they mutiny,
Today the abnormal ones don't skimp.
Come down to the neighborhood,
You're not little girls.

(X3)
Let's hit the streets.
[Let's hit the streets... Today...]

There's no fear here...
[Let's hit the streets... Today...]

Hector the Baby Boy
In the Abnormal Ones.
Once again,
Separating the boys from the men.
Nesty!
Naldo!
Gocho!
It's not the same to call us...
Than to see us coming.
From me, for my Puerto Rico
Hey, this is not for anyone,
This is for my personal use.
JaJaJa...
Shoot me, boys,
'Cause I'm not resentful.
And if I wasn't fine,
I wouldn't have so much combo.
JaJaJa...
"From Puerto Rico"
The Baby Boy
The one with the pressure.
"Follow Me"
JaJaJa...