Текст и перевод песни Kenny Kento - MI Cubana

MI Cubana

Le gusta frontear con mi cubana (yeah)
Se la pone hasta cuando mama (skrt)
Farandulera adicta a la fama (wuh-wuh-wuh)
Pero se la vive conmigo na' má'

Le gusta frontear con mi cubana (-ana)
Pila 'e botellas 'e Mamajuana (pila 'e botellas, wuh)
¿Qué tal si matamos estas ganas? (matamos las ganas)
Que a mí me pueden matar mañana

(Khea Young Fle-, Khea Young Flex)
Que a mí me pueden matar
Baby, dale una ve' má'
A ti te gusta contar
Conmigo cuenta' de má'
Ahora to' estos me quieren tirar
Saben que voy a ganar
Porque soy el nene de 17 que el juego se lo va a llevar
Mami yo sé, que tú quieres mucho de mi Rosè
Siempre me llama, prendí otra ve'
Siempre le damo' de la mañana y por
Las perco' seguimo' metí'o a las tre'
Baby, contigo me vengo
En tu cara yo me vengo
En esa peca' yo me vengo
Yo estoy corona'o
Primer remi' pa otro' la'o
Saco un palo, 'tá pega'o
Ese culo me ha tira'o
Y yo nunca lo he nombra'o
Ahora están todos asombra'o
Nene pillo lo ha gana'o
Ahora ven al chamaquito tocando por todos la'os
Money por kilo'
Mientras tu novio me copia el estilo
En la music yo nunca me defino
Pero en la calle nos portamo' tan fino que llaman despué'
Porque to's nos quieren ver
Hablan de ti, que si no hay quien hable
'Tamos marcando países,
Vivimo' de gira, un fin de semana es un me', yeh-yeh-yeh
Acá no hay Birome, dos mil en millone'
Tu shorty acapella monta' en los sillone'
Las putas nos llaman, más reproduccione'
Unos mujerone' a lo Esperanza Gómez
Mira mi cara, tenemo' los done'
Y tu novia me llama porque
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana (yeah)
Se la pone hasta cuando mama (skrt)
Farandulera adicta a la fama (wuh-wuh-wuh)
Pero se la vive conmigo na' má'

Le gusta frontear con mi cubana (-ana)
Pila 'e botellas de Mamajuana (pila 'e botellas, wuh)
¿Qué tal si matamos estas ganas? (matamos las ganas)
Que a mí me pueden matar mañana

Hey, yeh-ieh
Qué es esa cara, papi, ¿te sorprendí?
¿No te esperaba' que yo lo hiciera así?
Si esta es tu nueva jeba, pregunta por mí
No es mi culpa, baby, yo no fui, yo no fui
Será mi flow, o mi piquete o mis rima'
Disparada' como fulete
O que ando siempre fresca 24/7
Voy a matarlo' si alguno 'e esto' se mete
Te mato, te ato en la cama
Si quiere fuego siempre llama
Que tu' puta' no me hagan drama
Que para ellas también hay flama, eh
Aposte muchos de que ahora no me ganan, eh
Jaque mate y me llevo tus cubana', eh
Tony Montana, Tony Montana moviendo kilo', prendiendo marihua-
Me pongo puti y si él lo quiere así
Me ve en la tarima y se quiere morir
Encima mío se siente bendecí'o
Se quiere, se quiere venir, heh
Botchie you know me, no me cele', no me cele'
Quiero ser millonaria 'toy buscando mis papele'
No tengo la culpa si tu novio me prefiere
Escupiéndole la cara a todo aquel que no me quiere (yeah)
Yo compro mi' joya, tengo mi billete, yo tengo mi propio efectivo
No le haga' caso a eso' que te hablan
Mierda de mí, que están todos resentido'
En esos feca no confío
Sólo mato por los mío'
Llámame si tiene' frío
Tu novio me quiere pa' un trío, eh
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana (yeah)
Se la pone hasta cuando mama (skrt)
Farandulera adicta a la fama (wuh-wuh)
Pero se la vive conmigo na' má'

Le gusta frontear con mi cubana (-ana)
Pila 'e botellas de Mamajuana (pila 'e botellas, wuh)
¿Qué tal si matamos estas ganas? (matamos las ganas)
Que a mí me pueden matar mañana

Yeh
Mami, matemo' la' gana' (wuh)
Ma', nos matamo' en la cama (hey)
Mientra' la ato con la cubana (heh)
Dorada y toda endiamantada (hey)
Ella frontea, pelea, perrea, menea y a la que venga le gana
Quiere que la vea, la nena desea (ey)
Sé que me rodea los fin de semana (ah)
Y mueve esa' chapa', chapa' (hey)
Te he visto ready, ya me prendí el blunt (blunt-blunt)
Se puso sata-sata (hey)
Fuma y se endemonia a lo Emily Rose (ey)
A mí me llama-llama (llama)
Porque la llama se la prendo yo (wuh)
No me reclama, y ama traer a su amiga y que le dé a las dos
Quiere cadenón, mueve la' cadera' (la cadera)
Combina reloj, también la pulsera (pulsera)
Pichea el condón, le gusta acapella
Bolsito de Dior, ella lo modela (prr-prr)
Supreme, Luis Vuitton, pinta de extranjera
No dice que no, a mí no se me niega
No me pide amor, me pide carteras (prr)
Zapato y pa'l rato quiere que la quiera (¡bitch!)
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana (yeah)
Se la pone hasta cuando mama (skrt)
Farandulera adicta a la fama (wuh-wuh-wuh)
Pero se la vive conmigo na' má'

Le gusta frontear con mi cubana (-ana)
Pila 'e botellas de Mamajuana (pila 'e botellas, wuh)
Que tal si matamos estas ganas (matamos las ganas)
Que a mí me pueden matar mañanaLe gusta frontear con mi cubana, s
E lo pone hasta cuando mama,
Farandulera adicta a la fama, pero se la vive conmigo na' ma'
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana, pide botella de damajuana,
Que tal si matamos estas ganas, que a mi me pueden matar mañana
Que a mi me pueden matar, beiby dale una vez más
A ti te gusta contar, conmigo cuentas demas,
Ahora todos estos me quieren tirar,
Saben que voy a ganar porque soy el nene de
17 que el pueblo se lo va a llevar, mami yo se q

MY Cuban Girl

She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (yeah)
She even puts it on when she's breastfeeding (skrt)
Party girl addicted to fame (wuh-wuh-wuh)
But she lives with me and me alone'

She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (-an girl)
Lots of bottles of Mamajuana (lots of bottles, wuh)
How about we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They can kill me tomorrow

(Khea Young Fle-, Khea Young Flex)
They can kill me
Baby, give it to me one more time
You like to count
Count on me even more'
Now all these people want to bring me down
They know I'm going to win
Because I'm the 17 year old kid who's gonna take over the game
Mommy, I know you really want my Rosè
You always call me, lit another one'
We always give it to them in the morning and because of
The pills we keep going until three'
Baby, I'm coming with you
I'm coming on your face
I'm cumming on those freckles
I'm crowned
First remix, for another side'
I release a track, it’s a hit
That ass has pulled me in
And I've never named it'
Now everyone is amazed
The bad boy won it
Now they see the kid playing everywhere
Money by the kilo'
While your boyfriend copies my style'
I never define myself in music
But on the street we act so refined that they call later'
Because everyone wants to see us
They're talking about you, as if there's no one else to talk about
We're marking countries
We live on tour, a weekend is a month, yeah-yeah-yeah
There's no Birome here, two thousand in millions
Your shorty acapella riding on the couches
The whores are calling us, more plays'
Some big women like Esperanza Gómez
Look at my face, we got the gifts'
And your girl calls me because
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (yeah)
She even puts it on when she's breastfeeding (skrt)
Party girl addicted to fame (wuh-wuh-wuh)
But she lives with me and me alone'

She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (-an girl)
Lots of bottles of Mamajuana (lots of bottles, wuh)
How about we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They can kill me tomorrow'

Hey, yeh-ieh
What's that face, papi, did I surprise you?
You didn't expect me to do it like this, did you?
If this is your new girl, ask her about me
It's not my fault, baby, I didn't do it, I didn't do it
It must be my flow, or my punchlines, or my rhymes
Shot like a rocket
Or that I'm always fresh 24/7
I'm gonna kill 'em if any of 'em mess with me
I kill you, I tie you to the bed
If you want fire always call
Don't let your whores drama me
'Cause there's flame for them too, huh
I bet a lot that they can't beat me now, huh
Checkmate, and I'm taking your Cuban girls, huh
Tony Montana, Tony Montana moving kilos', lighting marijua-
I act like a bitch, and if that's how he wants it
He sees me on stage and wants to die
He feels blessed on top of me
He wants to, he wants to come, heh
Botchie you know me, don't hold me, don't hold me
I wanna be a millionaire, I'm looking for my papers'
It's not my fault if your boyfriend prefers me
Spitting in the face of anyone who doesn't love me (yeah)
I buy my jewels, I got my bills, I got my own cash
Don't listen to what they tell you
Fuck me, they're all resentful
I don't trust those fakers
I only kill for my own'
Call me if you're cold
Your boyfriend wants me for a threesome, huh
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (yeah)
She even puts it on when she's breastfeeding (skrt)
Party girl addicted to fame (wuh-wuh)
But she lives with me and me alone'

She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (-an girl)
Lots of bottles of Mamajuana (lots of bottles, wuh)
How about we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They can kill me tomorrow

Yeah
Mommy, let's kill the cravings (wuh)
Ma', we kill each other in bed (hey)
While I tie her up with the Cuban link (heh)
Golden and all diamond (hey)
She fronts, fights, twerks, shakes, and beats whoever comes along
She wants me to see her, the girl wants it (ey)
I know she's around me on the weekends (ah)
And she moves those hips, hips (hey)
I've seen you ready, I already lit the blunt (blunt-blunt)
She went sata-sata (hey)
She smokes and gets possessed like Emily Rose (ey)
She calls me, calls me (calls)
Because I'm the one who lights her fire (wuh)
She doesn't complain, and she loves to bring her friend and let me hit them both
She wants a chain, moves her hips (hips)
Matching watch, also the bracelet (bracelet)
Throws the condom, she likes it acapella
Dior bag, she models it (prr-prr)
Supreme, Louis Vuitton, foreign look
She doesn't say no, she doesn't deny me
She doesn't ask for love, she asks for wallets (prr)
Shoes, and at the moment she wants me to love her (bitch!)
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (yeah)
She even puts it on when she's breastfeeding (skrt)
Party girl addicted to fame (wuh-wuh-wuh)
But she lives with me and me alone'

She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (-an girl)
Lots of bottles of Mamajuana (lots of bottles, wuh)
How about we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They can kill me tomorrow. She likes to show off with my Cuban girl,
She puts it on even when she's breastfeeding
Party girl addicted to fame, but she lives with me and me alone'
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl, asks for a bottle of damajuana
How about we kill these desires, because they can kill me tomorrow
They can kill me, baby give it to me one more time
You like to count, with me you count even more
Now all these people want to bring me down,
They know I'm going to win because I'm the 17-year-old
Who's gonna take over the hood, mommy, I know you