Текст и перевод песни Little Pepe feat. Pinnacle Rockers - Canto al Barrio

Canto al Barrio

Ghetto up and hip hop,
Yo quiero ver a todo el ghetto la mano al top.
A los jaguares del barrio yo les canto,
No tengo un baro pero sigo siendo el mismo o mejor...
Ghetto up and hip hop,
Yo quiero ver a toda esas gyales subir al top.
A los chacales del barrio yo les canto,
Pa ver si dejan en este mundo una miguita mejor.

A la ley de los chacales,
Los que son reales,
Lo que han aprendido de la escuela, de la calle.
Los que son librito y se arreglan pa' cuando salen
Y cuando se monta la pinnacle se la sabe,
Mi geno, mi gente, mi barrio tirando pa' lante aunque falté el salario
Esta es pa' los warrios los que saben de pasar calvario
Y siguen buscando la diario
A my seh ooooh
Sigan peleando como un León, sigan siempre humildes de corazón, alejalo lo malo, fuera el dolor,
Mi gente dice ooooh
Vamos echar pa delante como un campeón.
La pena se va con otra canción
Pa los ghetto youth mando este pregón

Ghetto up and hip hop,
Yo quiero ver a todo el ghetto la mano al top.
A los jaguares del barrio yo les canto,
No tengo un baro pero sigo siendo el mismo o mejor...
Ghetto up and hip hop,
Yo quiero ver a toda esas gyales subir al top.
A los chacales del barrio yo les canto,
Pa ver si dejan en este mundo una miguita mejor

Yo.
Le canto al barrio por que se de dónde vengo.
Con sus valores
Y sus leyes me mantengo,
Vengo del patio
Con los compadre
Cerveza fría,
Las flores arden.
A los chivatos nadie quieren por aquí,
Buscarse la vida nadie va a mirar por ti,
Siempre celebrando porque esta vida es cortas
Andando siempre falto aquí no falta gloria
Alzo mi mano arriba porque del barrio soy,
No creo en falsa activa, como un hellboy
Los reales saben bien cual es el precio
Y es por eso que quieren vernos presos
Si yo crecí donde se cuece a fuego lento
Donde las semillas abren paso en el cemento
Vienen conmigo donde sea represento.
Lo llevo en el pecho, en el lado izquierdo

Ghetto up and hip hop,
Yo quiero ver a todo el ghetto la mano al top.
A los jaguares del barrio yo les canto,
No tengo un baro pero sigo siendo el mismo o mejor...
Ghetto up and hip hop,
Yo quiero ver a toda esas gyales subir al top.
A los chacales del barrio yo les canto,
Pa ver si dejan en este mundo una miguita mejor.

Vámonos pa' riba,
Como la sativa,
Dame otro motivo,
Pa que tu me escribas,
Gasto mis zapatos,
Gasto mi saliva
Canto mientras viva (te canto)

Ghetto up and hip hop,
Yo quiero ver a todo el ghetto la mano al top.
A los jaguares del barrio yo les canto,
No tengo un baro pero sigo siendo el mismo o mejor...
Ghetto up and hip hop,
Yo quiero ver a toda esas gyales subir al top.
A los chacales del barrio yo les canto,
Pa ver si dejan en este mundo una miguita mejor
(Andres Vybz)

Song to the Barrio

Ghetto up and hip hop,
I want to see the whole ghetto raise their hands to the top.
To the jaguars of the neighborhood I sing,
I don't have a penny but I remain the same or better...
Ghetto up and hip hop,
I want to see all those girls rise to the top.
To the jackals of the neighborhood I sing,
To see if they leave a little something better in this world.

To the law of the jackals,
Those who are real,
What they have learned from school, from the streets.
Those who are bookish and fix themselves up to go out,
And when the pinnacle comes, they know it,
My friend, my people, my neighborhood pushing forward even when the salary is missing.
This is for the warriors, those who know about going through hardship,
And keep looking for the daily bread.
My seh ooooh
Keep fighting like a lion, keep your heart always humble, keep away what's bad, out with the pain,
My people say ooooh
Let's move forward like a champion.
The sorrow goes away with another song,
For the ghetto youth I send this message

Ghetto up and hip hop,
I want to see the whole ghetto raise their hands to the top.
To the jaguars of the neighborhood I sing,
I don't have a penny but I remain the same or better...
Ghetto up and hip hop,
I want to see all those girls rise to the top.
To the jackals of the neighborhood I sing,
To see if they leave a little something better in this world.

Yo.
I sing to the neighborhood because that's where I come from.
With its values,
And I stick to its laws,
I come from the backyard
With my friends,
Cold beer,
Flowers are burning,
No one here wants snitches around ,
Make a living because no one will look out for you,
Always celebrating because this life is short,
Always walking in need of something, here glory is not scarce.
I raise my hand up because I am from the neighborhood,
I don't believe in false pretenses, like a hellboy,
The real ones know the price
And that's why they want to see us in jail.
If I grew up where it gets cooked over a slow fire,
Where the seeds break through the pavement,
Come with me Wherever I go, I represent
I wear it in my chest, on my left side.

Ghetto up and hip hop,
I want to see the whole ghetto raise their hands to the top.
To the jaguars of the neighborhood I sing,
I don't have a penny but I remain the same or better...
Ghetto up and hip hop,
I want to see all those girls rise to the top.
To the jackals of the neighborhood I sing,
To see if they leave a little something better in this world.

Let's go up,
Like sativa,
Give me another motive,
For you to write to me,
I wear out my shoes,
I wear out my words,
I sing while I live (I sing to you)

Ghetto up and hip hop,
I want to see the whole ghetto raise their hands to the top.
To the jaguars of the neighborhood I sing,
I don't have a penny but I remain the same or better...
Ghetto up and hip hop,
I want to see all those girls rise to the top.
To the jackals of the neighborhood I sing,
To see if they leave a little something better in this world.
(Andres Vybz)