Текст и перевод песни Hector El Father - Ronca
¿Eliel,
tú
me
escuchas?
Eliel,
can
you
hear
me?
¿Eliel,
tú
me
escuchas?
Eliel,
can
you
hear
me?
Millones
de
copias
vendidas...
Millions
of
copies
sold...
Ronca,
Eliel...
Roar,
Eliel...
El
mejor
DJ
del
genero
del
reggaeton...
The
best
DJ
in
the
reggaeton
genre...
La
mejor
canción
del
genero
del
reggaeton,
"Ronca"...
The
best
song
in
the
reggaeton
genre,
"It
Roars"...
El
mejor
artista
del
genero
del
reggaeton
en
tus
manos...
The
best
artist
in
the
reggaeton
genre
in
your
hands...
(Ya
tu
Sabes!)
(You
Already
Know!)
(Grrrrrr...)
(Grrrrrr...)
Simplemente
el
que
habla
con
las
manos...
Simply
the
one
who
speaks
with
his
hands...
(El
mejor
pagado!)
(The
highest
paid!)
El
mas
decente...
The
most
decent...
El
mundo
ha
conocido
tu
música...
The
world
has
known
your
music...
Ronca,
dale
con
el
Tonka
Roar,
hit
it
with
the
Tonka
Tu
eres
mejor
nota
por
nota
You're
the
best,
note
for
note
Dale
lo
que
las
alborota
Give
them
what
gets
them
riled
up
Y
las
aloca
And
drives
them
crazy
Eliel,
ronca,
dale
con
el
Tonka
Eliel,
roar,
hit
it
with
the
Tonka
Tu
eres
mejor
nota
por
nota
You're
the
best,
note
for
note
Dale
lo
que
las
alborota
Give
them
what
gets
them
riled
up
Y
las
aloca
And
drives
them
crazy
Masacre
a
los
sinfónicos
Massacre
the
symphonic
ones
Que
se
soltó
el
rapero
biónico
The
bionic
rapper
is
unleashed
El
más
que
vendo
con
record
histórico
The
one
who
sells
the
most
with
a
historic
record
Y
trucos
tácticos
And
tactical
tricks
Voy
a
sacar
fules
de
plástico
I'm
gonna
take
out
plastic
brooms
Pa'
barrer
to'
esos
puercos
To
sweep
away
all
those
pigs
Que
se
piensan
ser
prácticos
Who
think
they're
practical
Ninguno
va
guerrear
None
of
them
will
fight
Lo
que
hacen
es
frontear
All
they
do
is
front
Conmigo
no
buscan
na'
They
don't
want
anything
with
me
Son
fecas...
They're
feces...
Ninguno
va
guerrear
None
of
them
will
fight
Lo
que
hacen
es
frontear
All
they
do
is
front
Conmigo
no
buscan
na'
They
don't
want
anything
with
me
Son
fecas...
They're
feces...
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
Eliel
te
toca,
ronca,
dale
con
el
Tonka
Eliel,
it's
your
turn,
roar,
hit
it
with
the
Tonka
Ciérrale
la
boca
a
to'
estos
soca'
Shut
the
mouths
of
all
these
fools
Que
se
esbocan,
y
sus
letras
sofocan
Who
boast,
and
their
lyrics
suffocate
Dile
que
con
nosotros
'tan
en
coca
Tell
them
they're
playing
with
fire
with
us
Cien
mil
batallas,
y
seguimo'
invictos
One
hundred
thousand
battles,
and
we're
still
undefeated
Medio
millón
de
copias
vendidas
con
el
mismo
disco
Half
a
million
copies
sold
with
the
same
album
Los
noto
ariscos,
tírense
por
un
risco
I
notice
they're
scared,
let
them
jump
off
a
cliff
'Tamos
sonando
los
reyes
de
Puerto
Rico
We're
the
kings
of
Puerto
Rico,
and
we're
making
noise
Ninguno
va
guerrear
None
of
them
will
fight
Lo
que
hacen
es
frontear
All
they
do
is
front
Conmigo
no
buscan
na'
They
don't
want
anything
with
me
Son
fecas...
They're
feces...
Ninguno
va
guerrear
None
of
them
will
fight
Lo
que
hacen
es
frontear
All
they
do
is
front
Conmigo
no
buscan
na'
They
don't
want
anything
with
me
Son
fecas...
They're
feces...
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
Ronca,
dale
con
el
Tonka
Roar,
hit
it
with
the
Tonka
Tu
eres
mejor
nota
por
nota
You're
the
best,
note
for
note
Dale
lo
que
las
alborota
Give
them
what
gets
them
riled
up
Y
las
aloca
And
drives
them
crazy
Eliel,
ronca,
dale
con
el
Tonka
Eliel,
roar,
hit
it
with
the
Tonka
Tu
eres
mejor
nota
por
nota
You're
the
best,
note
for
note
Dale
lo
que
las
alborota
Give
them
what
gets
them
riled
up
Y
las
aloca
And
drives
them
crazy
(Jajajajajaja!)
(Jajajajajaja!)
Locos
los
dejo,
ustedes
to's
tiran
de
lejos
I
leave
them
crazy,
you
all
shoot
from
afar
Frontean
y
son
mi
reflejo...
You
front
and
you're
my
reflection...
Como
los
mata
el
viejo,
todos
se
miran
en
mi
espejo
How
the
old
man
kills
them,
they
all
look
at
themselves
in
my
mirror
Juega
conmigo
y
juega
con
tu
pellejo
Play
with
me
and
you
play
with
your
skin
Locos
los
dejo,
ustedes
to's
tiran
de
lejos
I
leave
them
crazy,
you
all
shoot
from
afar
Frontean
y
son
mi
reflejo...
You
front
and
you're
my
reflection...
Como
los
mata
el
viejo,
todos
se
miran
en
mi
espejo
How
the
old
man
kills
them,
they
all
look
at
themselves
in
my
mirror
Juega
conmigo
y
juega
con
tu
pellejo
Play
with
me
and
you
play
with
your
skin
Soy
el
bambino...
I'm
the
bambino...
Héctor,
el
father,
gangster
fino
Hector,
the
father,
fine
gangster
Productor
de
discos
de
platino
Platinum
record
producer
Les
atino,
que
al
que
se
lamba
lo
elimino
I
hit
the
target,
the
one
who
slips
up,
I
eliminate
Mezclo
música
con
calle,
como
las
combino
I
mix
music
with
the
streets,
how
I
combine
them
No
pierdo
el
hilo,
yo
soy
navaja
de
doble-filo
I
don't
lose
the
thread,
I'm
a
double-edged
sword
El
de
la
torta
sin
vender
kilos
The
one
with
the
cake
without
selling
kilos
[Un
millones
de
discos
vendidos*
[One
million
records
sold*
Yo
ando
cazando
con
el
Tonka
I'm
hunting
with
the
Tonka
Yo
ando
cazando
con
el
Tonka
I'm
hunting
with
the
Tonka
Ronca,
dale
con
el
Tonka
Roar,
hit
it
with
the
Tonka
Tu
eres
mejor
nota
por
nota
You're
the
best,
note
for
note
Dale
lo
que
las
alborota
Give
them
what
gets
them
riled
up
Y
las
aloca
And
drives
them
crazy
Eliel,
ronca,
dale
con
el
Tonka
Eliel,
roar,
hit
it
with
the
Tonka
Tu
eres
mejor
nota
por
nota
You're
the
best,
note
for
note
Dale
lo
que
las
alborota
Give
them
what
gets
them
riled
up
Y
las
aloca
And
drives
them
crazy
Ninguno
va
guerrear
None
of
them
will
fight
Lo
que
hacen
es
frontear
All
they
do
is
front
Conmigo
no
buscan
na'
They
don't
want
anything
with
me
Son
fecas...
They're
feces...
Ninguno
va
guerrear
None
of
them
will
fight
Lo
que
hacen
es
frontear
All
they
do
is
front
Conmigo
no
buscan
na'
They
don't
want
anything
with
me
Son
fecas...
Son
fecas...
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
(Wooooh...)
(Ronca!)
(Wooooh...)
(It
Roars!)
La
realidad
del
asunto...
The
reality
of
the
matter...
Es
que
nos
llaman
los
fantásticos!
Is
that
they
call
us
the
fantastic
ones!
Héctor,
el
bambino!
Hector,
the
bambino!
Las
mentes
maestras!
The
masterminds!
Alex
'Gárgola'!
Alex
'Gárgola'!
Dejándonos
sentir!
Letting
ourselves
be
felt!
Y
roncamos
porque
podemos!
And
we
roar
because
we
can!
Porque
somos
los
dueños
del
genero!
Because
we
are
the
owners
of
the
genre!
Los
dueños
del
genero...
The
owners
of
the
genre...
Y
si
ronca...
And
if
it
roars...
Aguanta,
aguanta...
Hold
on,
hold
on...
Si
ronca...
If
it
roars...
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Авторы: Don Omar, Hector Luis Delgado, Felix Ortiz
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