Текст и перевод песни Maso El Presidente feat. Mr. Boy, Leo & Yanuri - Rambo Sakalabazuka

Rambo Sakalabazuka

Rambo Sakalabasuka

Rambo sacalabasuka
Que llegó el de la yuca
Trata de bajarla como yoyo y te estruja
Partiendo avellanas como galletitas cuca
Y con setenta quilates colgándome de la nuca.

Meterle mas que los cristianos, ¡tu tas luca!
Meterle mas que el eme, a, ¡tu tas luca!
Meterle mas que Calde y Lutek, ¡tu tas luca!
Nosotros hacemos música que al planeta educa

Y ronca Ron Kenoly
Que llegó el de troly
Paseando raperitos por montoly
No se me ofenda hermanoly,
No es con usted es con aquel que a mi Dios no le da la glory
Por eso pronto apúntalos pa′l coli
Los cristianos vamos a llenar el choly
Con el respaldo de un pueblo que nos bendice
Y pa'l alcanzar a los que dicen:

Yo no peco, yo no le hago daño a nadie
Solo salgo de vez en cuando pa′l baile
Yo soy bueno, yo no me meto en conflictos
No tengo que asistir a la iglesia pa' decir que tengo a Cristo//

Bueno, buenísimo, sabrosísimo
Pero ese cuento no se lo cree ni a usted mísimo
So cambia esa filosofía barata
Ya pasó el tiempo de beber agua de lata
Y trata de buscar del que te ama
Trata de buscar del que te llama, Jesús
Poseedor de fortunas y fama, Jesús
El que quita de tus ojos la escama
Y no me digas que yo no se lo que tu has pasao
Que todo lo que tu tienes tu te lo has ganao
Por que te has fajado, wau
Aunque hay otros que lo que gusta es un mamey sacao
La linda, la vaca gorda ¡que mamey!
No, no estás en defensa si quieres vivir como rey
Tienes chavos, entre medio del cachete y you say
Pero tu te paras en tu ley, and you say:

Yo no peco, yo no le hago daño a nadie
Solo salgo de vez en cuando pa'l baile
Yo soy bueno, yo no me meto en conflictos
No tengo que ir en la iglesia pa′ decir que tengo a Cristo//

Mala mía, esto mas que cantar esto es serio
Esto es mucho más que montar un imperio
Mucho mas que mi propio criterio
El fruto es el que habla de tu ministerio
¡saludos Pedrito! Pescadores de hoy en día
Con la caña en el hombre en el día
Mucha pasta, mucha filosofía
Pero no pescan ni una cocorilla
Mala mía ya te dije que esto es serio
Esto es mucho mas que montar un imperio
Mucho mas que mi propio criterio
Cumplan el llamado de su ministerio
(Y no se duerma diciendo:)

Yo no peco, yo no le hago daño a nadie
Solo salgo de vez en cuando pa′l baile
Yo soy bueno, yo no me meto en conflictos
No tengo que asistir la iglesia pa' decir que tengo a Cristo//

Eso es lo que tu te crees.

Rambo Sakalabazuka (English)

Rambo Sakalabazuka

Rambo, the bazooka-wielding dude,
The yuca man has arrived.
He'll make you drop it low like a yo-yo and squeeze you tight,
Cracking hazelnuts like Cuca cookies,
With seventy carats hanging from my neck.

Putting in more work than the Christians, you're crazy!
Putting in more work than the "eme," ah, you're crazy!
Putting in more work than Calde and Lutek, you're crazy!
We make music that educates the planet.

And Ron Kenoly is roaring,
The trolly man has arrived.
Taking rappers for a ride on the trolley,
Don't be offended, brother,
It's not with you, it's with those who don't give glory to my God.
That's why soon I'll be pointing them to the coli,
We Christians are going to fill the choly,
With the support of a people who bless us,
And to reach those who say:

"I don't sin, I don't hurt anyone,"
"I just go out to the dance floor every now and then,"
"I'm good, I don't get into conflicts,"
"I don't have to go to church to say I have Christ//"

Well, that's great, fantastic, delicious,
But even you don't believe that story.
So change that cheap philosophy,
The time for drinking canned water is over,
And try to seek the one who loves you,
Try to seek the one who calls you, Jesus,
Possessor of fortunes and fame, Jesus,
The one who removes the scales from your eyes,
And don't tell me I don't know what you've been through,
That everything you have you've earned,
Because you've worked hard, wow,
Although there are others who just like a ripe mamey,
The pretty one, the fat cow, what a mamey!
No, you're not on the defense if you want to live like a king,
You have money between your cheek and you say,
But you stand your ground, and you say:

"I don't sin, I don't hurt anyone,"
"I just go out to the dance floor every now and then,"
"I'm good, I don't get into conflicts,"
"I don't have to go to church to say I have Christ//"

My bad, this is more than just singing, it's serious,
This is much more than building an empire,
Much more than my own criteria,
The fruit is what speaks of your ministry,
Greetings, Pedrito! Fishermen of today,
With the rod on the man during the day,
Lots of dough, lots of philosophy,
But they don't catch even a little cocorilla,
My bad, I told you this is serious,
This is much more than building an empire,
Much more than my own criteria,
Fulfill the calling of your ministry,
(And don't fall asleep saying:)

"I don't sin, I don't hurt anyone,"
"I just go out to the dance floor every now and then,"
"I'm good, I don't get into conflicts,"
"I don't have to go to church to say I have Christ//"

That's what you think.