Текст и перевод песни Hector El Father - Voy Subiendo

Voy Subiendo

Yo soy el maleante el que todos me persiguen
Muchos quieren verme muerte pocos los que sobreviven
Si me quieren muerto ven aqui busca mi cuerpo
Solo tienes un intento para llegar a mi entierro

Yo soy el maleante el que todos me persiguen
Muchos quieren verme muerte pocos los que sobreviven
Si me quieren muerto ven aqui busca mi cuerpo
Solo tienes un intento para llegar a mi entierro

Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando

Ustedes todo son fekas no me esten amenazando
Que estamos casando

Esto es lo mio, mio
Como los glaciares yo soy frio tio
Ten cuidado caballo que no te metas en lio
Que vinistes busca otro y dale vamonos en trio
Dile al macho tuyo mami que no se pongo huelio
Que Los Rompe Discotecas andan bien aborrecios
Que pa mi esto es pan comio desde la perce me rio
Potro Manso!
Evita el brio, entran con piquete y no sales del caserio
Oites Tio! Viste! JA JA JA JA JA...
Ya estas advertio, sales con setenta o con el melon partio

Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando

Ustedes todo son fekas no me esten amenazando
Que estamos casando

Para los que roncan y los que estan fantasmeando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para las gatas que pichaban y ahora hasta me estan llamando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A todo esos puerkos que resuelven demandando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para los que estan de caseria y por mi canto nebueleando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A los que le di la vida y se me fueron para otro bando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A los que me saludan y de espalda me estan tirando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A todo esos puerkos que la fe es de estar chotiando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para todo aquel que le hize coro cuando estabamos cantando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando

Ustedes todo son fekas no me esten amenazando
Que estamos casando

Potro sin mueca que ando con los cabeza hueca
Checa patuleka y la vida se te mecca
Tanto que comentan de mi me da jaqueca
Cleka, Voy a meterte con el mata feka
Que coste voy a sacarte a pasear en la coste
Papa no demostre o te almuerzo y a tu pana el bombostre
Yo les borro el rostre y le doy setenta en el masdoste
No me saque el monstre o te pego los cesos en el poste

Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando

Ustedes todo son fekas no me esten amenazando
Que estamos casando

Despertaron al Pola pa que los haga granola
Cuidado con la ola que les viro la yola
Yo parto chola ahora ********(missing word)
Con el combo de setenta mas el combo de carola
Papi de cora vuelate ahora mi combete te devora a cualquier hora
Somos la acausa de cuando los cantantes lloran
Somos la familia y a tu server empeora
Se me seca la encia
Se me tracan los dientes
Significa que ahora les voy a meter caliente
Se siente llego probado lugar teniente, father
Vamos a darle fuego a toda esta gente.

Ustedes todo son fekas no me esten amenazando
Que estamos casando

Para los que roncan y los que estan fantasmeando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para las gatas que pichaban y ahora hasta me estan llamando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A todo esos puercos que resuelven demandando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para los que estan de caseria y por mi canto nebueleando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A los que le di la vida y se me fueron para otro bando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A los que me saludan y de espalda me estan tirando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A todo esos puercos que la fe es de estar chotiando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para todo aquel que le hize coro cuando estabamos cantando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando

Nesty! La Mente Maestra!
Naldo!

Polaaaaa
Este Es Yomo Pa!
El Father!...Oite!
El Taltarooooo!
El que los tiene temblando
Tirense muchacho que estamos ready
Los Rompe Discotecas... Gold Star Music!
Pola deja que se tiren... El Father!
No speeki inglich... Tu papa! Me oite!
Ustedes son feka
Muchooo Tiiiiiiiiiiiiitere
El de la torta y la tortashon
No te preocupes que lo cojemos bajando
Yomo dejales caer to'l peso
Boster dejalos que se tiren
Te estoy pasando el rolo
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA...

I'm Rising Up

I'm the outlaw, the one everyone's chasing
Many want me dead, few are those who survive
If you want me dead, come here and look for my body
You only have one chance to make it to my funeral

I'm the outlaw, the one everyone's chasing
Many want me dead, few are those who survive
If you want me dead, come here and look for my body
You only have one chance to make it to my funeral

I'm rising up and they're going down
I'm rising up and they're going down

You're all fakes, don't threaten me
We're hunting

This is mine, mine
Like the glaciers, I'm cold, man
Be careful, horse, don't get into trouble
You came looking for another, let's go as a trio
Tell your man, baby, not to get cocky
That Los Rompe Discotecas are really pissed off
That for me this is easy, I've been laughing since the beginning
Gentle Colt!
Avoid the fight, they come in with a crew and you don't leave the neighborhood
Listen, man! See! HAHAHA...
You've been warned, you leave with seventy or with your head split open

I'm rising up and they're going down
I'm rising up and they're going down

You're all fakes, don't threaten me
We're hunting

For those who snore and those who are fantasizing
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For the girls who were playing hard to get and are now even calling me
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
To all those pigs who solve things by suing
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For those who are on the hunt and gossiping about my singing
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
To those I gave life to and who left me for another side
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
To those who greet me and are shooting me in the back
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
To all those pigs whose faith is in snitching
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For everyone I sang with when we were singing together
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down

You're all fakes, don't threaten me
We're hunting

Colt with no grimace, I walk with the empty heads
Check it out, you little fool, and life will end for you
So much that they talk about me, it gives me a headache
Cleka, I'm going to put you with the fake killer
That coast I'm going to take you out for a walk on the coast
Daddy, don't show off or I'll have you for lunch and your buddy for dessert
I erase their faces and give them seventy in the head
Don't bring out the monster in me or I'll stick your brains on the pole

I'm rising up and they're going down
I'm rising up and they're going down

You're all fakes, don't threaten me
We're hunting

They woke up Pola to make them granola
Beware of the wave that turns your boat over
I break heads now ********(missing word)
With the combo of seventy plus the combo of carola
Daddy from the heart, fly now, my combo devours you at any time
We're the reason why singers cry
We are the family and your server gets worse
My gums are drying up
My teeth are clenching
It means that now I'm going to give it to you hot
It feels like I've arrived, proven place lieutenant, father
Let's set all these people on fire.

You're all fakes, don't threaten me
We're hunting

For those who snore and those who are fantasizing
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For the girls who were playing hard to get and are now even calling me
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
To all those pigs who solve things by suing
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For those who are on the hunt and gossiping about my singing
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
To those I gave life to and who left me for another side
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
To those who greet me and are shooting me in the back
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
To all those pigs whose faith is in snitching
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For everyone I sang with when we were singing together
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down

Nesty! The Mastermind!
Naldo!

Polaaaaa
This is Yomo Pa!
The Father!...Listen!
The Taltarooooo!
The one who has them trembling
Come on guys, we're ready
Los Rompe Discotecas... Gold Star Music!
Pola, let them come... The Father!
No speeki inglich... Your daddy! You hear me!
You are fake
Too much puppet
The one with the cake and the little cake
Don't worry, we'll catch him on the way down
Yomo, let them have it all
Boster, let them come
I'm passing you the role
I'm rising up and they're going down
JA HAHAHA...