Текст и перевод песни Mc Ardilla feat. Baroni One Time - Dime Cuantos

Dime Cuantos

Dime cuantos salen hablan de metales y no tienen nah
Que hasta portan puntos y no saben ni disparar
Dime cuantos mueren por estar abriendo la boca
Por ajenos lios y sus problema no les toca

Dime cuantos
Se lanzan contra mi
Dime cuantos
Me quieren ver morir
Diganme cuantos le causo llanto
Y de su falso malandreo
Sacate el chii (bis)

Buscado el mas buscado el mother fucka in decena
Llena tu mente entrena mi libreta casi llena
Con pena tu condena esperas si sangra tu vena
Mi dilema brilla o emplena o empleno o emblema
Deje de estar firmando que eres el mas malo
Sabiendo que en tu barrio eres sendo acaba palo
Entonces no firmes de jibaro de superman
Si en tu barrio no has vendio ni un kilo de arina pan
Para pam pam se arma
Se como se arma se como se desarma un arma
Para que se valla un alma
Cuerda de pollo como un trompo los enrrollo y giro
Y mientra van dando vueltas yo los voy cociendo a tiro
Giro mirada veo a tu pana con cara e palida
Damian la muerte y patan guerreando en la tachia
Quieren firmar que son malos y quieren mi cartel
Pero dios esta conmigo dime quien puede contra el
Tengo dinastia tengo filosofia ando en la mia
Enbichao en sarria mayor jerarquia
Ustedes perdieron el falso respeto
QUE!!
Que ique obtenian

Dime cuantos
Se lanzan contra mi
Dime cuantos
Me quieren ver morir
Diganme cuantos le causo llanto
Y de su falso malandreo
Sacate el chii (bis)

No e llegao a la sima y ya estan echando chispas
Muchos enemigos ya me tienen es su lista
Otro me dijeron que lo mio era suerte
Equivocate conmigo y vas a conoceran la muerte
Quieren que le den paca paca
Quiere que le canten de las cosas que matan
Y no es asi
Quieren que le den paca paca
Quiere que le canten de las cosas que matan
Y no es asi
Llego cantando el under barrio
Para la envidia soy calvario
La calle ha sido mi ecenario
Tienen que aguantar precion esto es competicion
Llego cantando el under barrio
Para la envidia soy calvario
La calle ha sido mi ecenario
Tienen que aguantar precion esto es competicion
Tantas liricas son tantas rapeyas
Son tantas indisapirla y cafanta
Cuando ven
Tantas liricas son tantas rapeyas
Son tantas indisapirla y cafanta
Cuando ven
Llego cantando el under barrio
La calle ha sido mi ecenario
La calle ha sido mi ecenario
La enviadia como cancer esta matando
Adonde voy ellos ya estan mirando
El dia de mi muerte estan esperando
Mira esos cerdos se revuelcan en su fango
La enviadia como cancer esta matando
Adonde voy ellos ya estan mirando
El dia de mi muerte estan esperando
Mira esos cerdos se revuelcan en su fango

Dime cuantos
Se lanzan contra mi
Dime cuantos
Me quieren ver morir
Diganme cuantos le causo llanto
Y de su falso malandreo
Sacate el chii

Tell Me How Many

Tell me, how many come out talking about guns and have nothing?
They even carry bullets but don't even know how to shoot
Tell me, how many die for running their mouths?
Getting into other people's messes, problems that aren't theirs

Tell me how many
Come at me
Tell me how many
Want to see me dead
Tell me how many I make cry
And from their fake gangster act
Get the hell out (repeat)

Most wanted, the motherfucka in dozens
Fill your mind, train, my notebook almost full
With pain, your sentence, you wait if your vein bleeds
My dilemma shines, or fills, or fills, or emblem
Stop signing that you're the baddest
Knowing that in your hood, you're a damn good-for-nothing
So don't sign as a drug dealer, as Superman
If in your hood, you haven't even sold a kilo of bread flour
For pam pam it's armed
I know how to assemble, I know how to disassemble a weapon
For a soul to leave
Chicken string, like a spinning top, I roll them and turn
And while they're spinning, I'm stitching them up with shots
I turn my gaze, I see your friend with a pale face
Damian, death, and Patan, warring in the hood
They want to sign that they're bad and want my poster
But God is with me, tell me who can go against him
I have a dynasty, I have philosophy, I'm doing my thing
Energized in Sarria, greater hierarchy
You guys lost the fake respect
WHAT!!
What did you think you were getting

Tell me how many
Come at me
Tell me how many
Want to see me dead
Tell me how many I make cry
And from their fake gangster act
Get the hell out (repeat)

I haven't reached the top and they're already throwing sparks
Many enemies already have me on their list
Others told me that mine was luck
Make a mistake with me and you'll meet death
They want me to give them paca paca
They want me to sing about the things that kill
And it's not like that
They want me to give them paca paca
They want me to sing about the things that kill
And it's not like that
I arrive singing the under barrio
For envy, I am Calvary
The street has been my stage
They have to endure pressure, this is competition
I arrive singing the under barrio
For envy, I am Calvary
The street has been my stage
They have to endure pressure, this is competition
So many lyrics, so many raps
So many indiscipline and cafanta
When they see
So many lyrics, so many raps
So many indiscipline and cafanta
When they see
I arrive singing the under barrio
The street has been my stage
The street has been my stage
Envy, like cancer, is killing
Wherever I go, they're already watching
They're waiting for the day I die
Look at those pigs wallowing in their mud
Envy, like cancer, is killing
Wherever I go, they're already watching
They're waiting for the day I die
Look at those pigs wallowing in their mud

Tell me how many
Come at me
Tell me how many
Want to see me dead
Tell me how many I make cry
And from their fake gangster act
Get the hell out