Текст и перевод песни Nicky Jam feat. Lito - Siguen Haciendo Ruido (feat. Lito)

Siguen Haciendo Ruido (feat. Lito)

(Vida escante!)
(Yeah!)
(Lito MC Cassidy!)
(Nicky Jam You!)
(Otra historia del barrio!)
(Jajaja!)
((Rompe cuello!))
(What!)
A el lo soltaron de la carcel
Y anda como un loco
(Buscando lo suyo)
Fueron dos años innesesarios
Perdiendo chavos
(Por dos pistolas y un octavo)
El no comprende que la calle esta caliente
Y en el punto
Se estan matando algarete
El llega al barrio con el mismo piquete
Y roncando como pa' repaltir fuete
Viejo!
Si ya guisaste, salte!
Que este negocio no se hizo pa jubilarse
Hay muchos locos con necesides
Y si hicistes chavitos
Hermano, pasa la llave
Evita que te limpien el pico
O que a tu hijo lo tiren de un tercer piso
Asi le dice el que la lleva en el barrio
Y por ser menor el no piensa hacerle caso
El le hace buche y retrocede
Se da la vuelta, prende y se va en su mercedez
Por que en mi barrio nada ah cambiado
Y las pistolas, siguen haciendo ruido
Por que en mi barrio los niños lloran
Y las pistolas, siguen haciendo ruido
Por que en mi barrio nada ah cambiado
Y las pistolas, siguen haciendo ruido
Por que en mi barrio las madres lloran
Y las pistolas, siguen haciendo ruido
Me huele que va ah haber velorio
Activaste al combo
Que se acabo el jolgorio
Asi el le dise a kiko
El socio de la vieja escuela
Por quien el mata a cualquiera
Hablando con su vecina
Se entera
De cosas que de preso
Nadie te cuenta!
Ella le dice
Tu mujer es una palga
Y mientras estuviste preso
Le comieron las nalgas
El actua como quien no le importa
Y pa asustarla
Se acomoda la pistola
Ella le dice no es que sea bochinchera
Pero a la larga
Como quiera de esto tu te enteras
Luego le dice que su hijo era de otro
Del chamaquito aquel que le corria el kiosko
Le cambia el rostro y se entera
Que Kiko su pana
Fue el que violo a su hermana
¿ Por que la droga el pasto y el perico
Dia tras dia estan arropando a puerto rico?
El se activa con un peine 30
Se va pal punto
Pa arreglar cuentas
Con actitud de sicario
Y quiere enfrentarse con el que la lleva en el barrio
Pero la tolta se le vira
Cuando ve que el combo del barrio lo pilla en una esquina
Sin dicimulo se arrima kiko
Y le vacia el peine encima
Wooo
Por que en mi barrio nada ah cambiado
Y las pistolas, siguen haciendo ruido
Por que en mi barrio los niños lloran
Y las pistolas, siguen haciendo ruido
Por que en mi barrio nada ah cambiado
Y las pistolas, siguen haciendo ruido
Por que en mi barrio las madres lloran
Y las pistolas, siguen haciendo ruido
(Oye, el negocio de la calle no se hizo pa reinar)
(Por que a los reyes los matan)
(Y los peones se van con el que la lleva)
(Este es Nicky Jam)
((Siguen haciendo ruido!))
(Ya tu sabes!)
(Ya tu sabes como va!)
(Lito MC Cassidy)
((Siguen haciendo ruido!))
(Coje consejo!)
(Que el que coje consejo)
(Llega a viejo)
((Siguen haciendo ruido!))
(Y el que no lo coje, se le fue to!)

They Keep Making Noise (feat. Lito)

(Wild life!)
(Yeah!)
(Lito MC Cassidy!)
(Nicky Jam You!)
(Another story from the hood!)
(Hahaha!)
((Neckbreaker!))
(What!)
He was released from prison
And he's going around like crazy
(Looking for his stuff)
It was two unnecessary years
Losing money
(For two guns and an eighth)
He doesn't understand that the streets are hot
And at the point
They're killing each other recklessly
He arrives in the neighborhood with the same crew
And boasting as if to redistribute power
Old man!
If you've already cooked, get out!
This business wasn't made for retirement
There are many crazy people in need
And if you made some dough
Brother, pass the key
Avoid getting your beak cleaned
Or your son thrown from a third floor
That's what the one who runs the neighborhood tells him
And being younger, he doesn't plan to listen
He scoffs and backs away
Turns around, starts his car, and leaves in his Mercedes
Because nothing has changed in my neighborhood
And the guns, they keep making noise
Because in my neighborhood, children cry
And the guns, they keep making noise
Because nothing has changed in my neighborhood
And the guns, they keep making noise
Because in my neighborhood, mothers cry
And the guns, they keep making noise
I smell a wake coming
You activated the crew
The party's over
That's what he tells Kiko
His partner from the old school
For whom he'd kill anyone
Talking to his neighbor
He finds out
About things that in prison
Nobody tells you!
She tells him
Your woman is a tramp
And while you were in jail
They ate her out
He acts like he doesn't care
And to scare her
He adjusts his gun
She tells him, it's not that she's a gossip
But in the long run
You'll find out about this anyway
Then she tells him that his son was from another man
From that little guy who ran the kiosk
His face changes and he finds out
That Kiko, his buddy
Was the one who raped his sister
Why are drugs, weed, and coke
Day after day taking over Puerto Rico?
He gets active with a 30-round magazine
He goes to the point
To settle scores
With a hitman's attitude
And wants to confront the one who runs the neighborhood
But the tables turn
When he sees that the neighborhood crew catches him on a corner
Without hesitation, Kiko approaches
And empties the magazine on him
Wooo
Because nothing has changed in my neighborhood
And the guns, they keep making noise
Because in my neighborhood, children cry
And the guns, they keep making noise
Because nothing has changed in my neighborhood
And the guns, they keep making noise
Because in my neighborhood, mothers cry
And the guns, they keep making noise
(Listen, the street business wasn't made for reigning)
(Because kings get killed)
(And the pawns go with whoever is in charge)
(This is Nicky Jam)
((They keep making noise!))
(You know!)
(You know how it goes!)
(Lito MC Cassidy)
((They keep making noise!))
(Take advice!)
(He who takes advice)
(Gets old)
((They keep making noise!))
(And the one who doesn't, loses it all!)