Текст и перевод песни Jenni Rivera - La Mentada Contestada - Live Version

La Mentada Contestada - Live Version

Ah, con que quería jugar a las mentaditas mijo?
Ahí le va su contestacion

Ya recibi aquella carta en cual
Me mientas la madre
Vengo a decirte en tu cara que vas u chingas tu a tu madre.
No quise seguir contigo
Por que tu eres un cobarde
Pues ya lo traias de herencia
Igualito que tu padre
Segun mucho me querias
Tu nunca has querido a nadie,
Por eso y por tus mentiras vas y chingas tu madre
Pa que veas que tengo perro
Te lo mandare esta tarde
Orina charcos muy grandes
Pa que se hundan tu y tu madre

Jajajaja y le pones salvavidas
A la vieja pa que no se ahogue la guey
Y arriba sonora jefa no se aguite
Ama que al cabo usted dice
Que ya ni la siente

Acepto la mentadita a las 4 de la tarde
Las otras 23 horas vas y chingas tu a tu madre
Pa que veas que no ay aguite
Un palito quiero darte
Pa que le des de madrazos
A la piñata de tu madre

Dale dale dale a la vieja bomba...

Este verso es pa tu abuela
Y los que llevan tu sangre agarrados
De la mano van y chingan todos a su madre

The Replied Curse - Live Version

Ah, so you wanted to play the cursing game, son?
Here's your reply

I already received that letter in which
You curse my mother
I come to tell you to your face that you and your mother can go to hell.
I didn't want to continue with you
Because you are a coward
Well, you already inherited it
Just like your father
According to you, you loved me a lot
You have never loved anyone,
That's why and for your lies, you and your mother can go to hell
So you can see that I have a dog
I will send it to you this afternoon
It urinates very large puddles
For you and your mother to drown in

Jajajaja and you put a life jacket on her
On the old lady so she doesn't drown, the fool
And up Sonora boss, don't worry
My love, after all you say
That you don't even feel it anymore

I accept the curse at 4 in the afternoon
The other 23 hours you and your mother can go to hell
So you can see that there is no grief
I want to give you a stick
So you can hit
Your mother's piñata

Hit it, hit it, hit the old bomb...

This verse is for your grandmother
And those who carry your blood, holding hands
They can all go and fuck their mothers