Mi Cubana Remix - Khea перевод на английский

Mi Cubana Remix

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 feka yo me vengo
Yo estoy corona'o
Primer remi' pa otro' la'o
Saco un palo, 'tá pega'o
Ese rulo 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 mañana

My Cuban Girl Remix

She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (yeah)
She puts it on even when she's with her mom (skrt)
Party girl addicted to fame (wuh-wuh-wuh)
But she only lives it up with me
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (-ana)
Stack of Mamajuana bottles (stack of bottles, wuh)
How about we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They could kill me tomorrow
(Khea Young Fle-, Khea Young Flex)
They could kill me
Baby, give it to me one more time'
You like to count
Count on me more'
Now all these guys want to take me down
They know I'm gonna win
Because I'm the 17-year-old who's gonna take over the game
Mami, I know you want a lot of my Rosè
She always calls me, I lit up again'
We always give it to her in the morning and for
The percs we keep going until three'
Baby, I'm coming with you
I'm coming on your face
I'm coming on that fake
I'm crowned
First remix to other places'
I release a hit, it's stuck'
That dude has dissed me
And I've never mentioned him'
Now everyone is amazed'
The young rogue has won'
Now they see the little boy playing everywhere'
Money by the kilos'
While your boyfriend copies my style
In music I never define myself
But in the streets we act so fine that they call later'
Because everyone wants to see us
They talk about you, if there's anyone to talk about
We're marking countries,
We live on tour, a weekend is a month, yeh-yeh-yeh
Here there's no Birome, two thousand in millions'
Your shorty acapella riding on the seats'
The whores call us, more plays'
Some women like Esperanza Gómez
Look at my face, we have the gifts'
And your girlfriend calls me because
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (yeah)
She puts it on even when she's with her mom (skrt)
Party girl addicted to fame (wuh-wuh-wuh)
But she only lives it up with me
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (-ana)
Stack of Mamajuana bottles (stack of bottles, wuh)
How about we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They could kill me tomorrow
Hey, yeh-ieh
What's that face, papi, did I surprise you?
You weren't expecting me to do it like this?
If this is your new girl, ask her about me
It's not my fault, baby, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Maybe it's my flow, or my drip, or my rhymes
Shooting like a rocket
Or that I'm always fresh 24/7
I'm gonna kill them if any of these guys mess with me
I kill you, I tie you to the bed
If you want fire, call me anytime
Your bitches don't give me drama
Because there's flame for them too, eh
I bet many that they can't beat me now, eh
Checkmate and I take your Cuban girls, eh
Tony Montana, Tony Montana moving kilos, lighting marijua-
I get naughty and if he wants it that way
He sees me on stage and wants to die
On top of me he feels blessed
He wants, he wants to come, heh
Botchie you know me, don't celebrate me, don't celebrate me'
I want to be a millionaire, I'm looking for my papers'
It's not my fault if your boyfriend prefers me
Spitting in the face of everyone who doesn't like me (yeah)
I buy my jewelry, I have my money, I have my own cash
Don't listen to those who talk about you
Shit about me, they're all resentful'
I don't trust those fakes
I only kill for my own'
Call me if you're cold
Your boyfriend wants me for a threesome, eh
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (yeah)
She puts it on even when she's with her mom (skrt)
Party girl addicted to fame (wuh-wuh)
But she only lives it up with me
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (-ana)
Stack of Mamajuana bottles (stack of bottles, wuh)
How about we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They could kill me tomorrow
Yeh
Mami, let's kill the desires (wuh)
Ma, we kill each other in bed (hey)
While I tie her up with the Cuban chain (heh)
Golden and all diamonded (hey)
She shows off, fights, twerks, shakes and wins over anyone
She wants me to see her, the girl desires (ey)
I know she's around on weekends (ah)
And moves those plates, plates (hey)
I've seen you ready, I already lit the blunt (blunt-blunt)
She got wild-wild (hey)
Smokes and gets possessed like Emily Rose (ey)
She calls me-calls me (calls)
Because I light her fire (wuh)
She doesn't complain, and loves to bring her friend and give it to both
She wants a big chain, moves her hips (hips)
Matches the watch, also the bracelet (bracelet)
Throws away the condom, she likes it acapella
Dior bag, she models it (prr-prr)
Supreme, Louis Vuitton, looks like a foreigner
She doesn't say no, she doesn't refuse me
She doesn't ask for love, she asks for bags (prr)
Shoes and for a while wants me to love her (bitch!)
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (yeah)
She puts it on even when she's with her mom (skrt)
Party girl addicted to fame (wuh-wuh-wuh)
But she only lives it up with me
She likes to show off with my Cuban girl (-ana)
Stack of Mamajuana bottles (stack of bottles, wuh)
How about we kill these desires (kill the desires)
They could kill me tomorrow