Текст и перевод песни La Mala Rodríguez - La Niña

La Niña

Esta es la historia de una niña que vivía
En el barrio de la paz .
De ella se decía que quería vende droga
Como su papá
Por ella nadie apostaba
Su futuro se nublaba
Y no había hecho mas
Que empezar.
Quien no quiere dinero,
Dime, quien no quiere dinero
Pa gastarlo en la ciudad
Quería pan
Quería joyas
No valoras na si no lloras
Lo mejor de no tener na
Es tener que trabajar y sudar
Por apartar la miseria a un lao
Conseguir respeto
A base de coraje y cojones
Ella lo tenia, ella lo sabia
Ella se lo merecia
Valia pa eso y pa mas.
Tenia to lo que queria
Vestia la ropa con la que tu solo puedes soñar
Muchos son los talentos
Que se pierden en la na
Pero cuando tu solo sirves pa traficar
Es lo que pasa
Te llaman, te llaman
Telefono no deja de sonar ...
Esta es la historia de una niña que vivia
En el barrio de la paz
De ella se decia que queria vender droga
Como su papá
Por ella nadie apostaba
Su futuro se nublaba
Y no habia echo mas que empezar
Quien no quiere
Dinero dime quien no quiere dinero
Pa gastarlo en la ciudad
A las 9 estaba alli
Y era respeto lo que faltaba
Si, cuidao volaron las balas
Tan difícil es levantarse por la mañana?
Por ser mujer, llevaba pistola,
Ya sabes, pa no sentirse sola
A nadie le gusta que le jodan
Siempre tu tienes que pensar dos veces
Quien se come la mierda cuando aparece
Si sales de alli es porque tienes suerte
Pa otra vez tendre mas cuidao,
Mama, ire con gente
Tenia to lo que queria
Vestia la ropa con la que tu solo puedes soñar
Esta es la historia de una niña que vivia
En el barrio de la paz
De ella se decia que queria
Vende droga como su papá
Por ella nadie apostaba
Su futuro se nublaba
Y no habia echo mas que empezar
Quien no quiere dinero
Dime quien no quiere dinero
Pa gastarlo en la ciudad...

The Girl

This is the story of a girl who lived
In the neighborhood of peace.
It was said of her that she wanted to sell drugs
Like her father
No one bet on her
Her future was clouded
And she hadn't done more
Than start.
Who doesn't want money,
Tell me, who doesn't want money
To spend it in the city
She wanted bread
She wanted jewels
You don't value anything if you don't cry
The best thing about not having anything
Is having to work and sweat
To put misery aside
Gain respect
Based on courage and balls
She had it, she knew it
She deserved it
She was worth that and more.
She had everything she wanted
She wore the clothes that you can only dream of
Many are the talents
That are lost in the void
But when you're only good for trafficking
That's what happens
They call you, they call you
Phone doesn't stop ringing...
This is the story of a girl who lived
In the neighborhood of peace
Of her it was said that she wanted to sell drugs
Like her father
No one bet on her
Her future was cloudy
And she hadn't done more
Who doesn't want
Money, tell me, who doesn't want money
To spend it in the city
At 9 she was there
And it was respect that was missing
Yes, bullets flew
Is it so difficult to get up in the morning?
For being a woman, she carried a gun,
You know, so as not to feel alone
No one likes to be fucked with
You always have to think twice
Who eats the shit when it appears
If you get out of there, it's because you're lucky
Next time I'll be more careful,
Mom, I'll go with people
She had everything she wanted
She wore the clothes that you can only dream of
This is the story of a girl who lived
In the neighborhood of peace
Of her it was said that she wanted to
Sell drugs like her father
No one bet on her
Her future was cloudy
And she hadn't done more
Who doesn't want money
Tell me, who doesn't want money
To spend it in the city...