Текст и перевод песни Papi Wilo - Ninguno

Ninguno

Yah, me dicen Wilo ten cuidao'
Que ellos son como 70
Sin cojone' a mi me tienen
Pues ninguno es lo que aparentan

Dicen que son calle y pueden matarme
Hablan mucha mierda pa' intimidarme
Pero conmigo no inventan
Pues ninguno es lo que aparenta

Dicen que son calle y pueden matarme
Hablan mucha mierda pa' intimidarme
Pero conmigo no inventan
Pues ninguno es lo que aparenta

Ellos dicen que le mueven y que se la viven a lo bicicleta
Y pa' mi que estos cabros todo lo que meten es feka
Dicen que tienen bereta y que te dejan en muleta
Pero cuando eran chiquitos to' jugaban con muñeca

Mere cleka en esto de rapear se me respeta
Y cuida la lengua que puede ser que te comprometa
Yo no tengo tus peseta, no tengo tus cadeneta'
Pero tu tampoco tiene mi lapiz y ni mi libreta

Son mamau anda derechito y ten cuidao'
Que si me da con tirarte pa' te voy a dejar pegao'
Esto va pa' ti aunque no te he mencionao'
Y lamento decirte: "conmigo no vas pa' ningún lao'"

Trangalanga yo me la saco debajo de la manga
Y te dejo bajo 7 pies bajo tierra como malanga
Dicen que son calle jodedor y a lo fritanga
Y sin cojone' me tiene tu combo de chico y la ganga

Monigote yo si que te parto en dos el cocote
Y no tengo backeo, yo no ando con soplapote
Así que no me ronque de bichote
Que yo estoy grande ya, desde los 12 me afeito el bigote

Paquetero ustedes son fekas chorro embustero
Se ponen un blin blin y ya son reguetonero
En esta porquería ustedes empezaron primero
Pero ante este chamaquito to's se quitan el sombrero

Veterano, tu carrera sigue pero en vano
Retirate cabron date cuenta que estas anciano
No le tires a los colegas Wilo que son tu' hermano
Que se cagen en su madre ninguno me dio la mano

Y no te apene' tranquilo que yo te comprendo nene
Quién me va a dar la mano papi si no te conviene
Arranca pa' la ventas conmigo ninguno inventa
Porque estos raperitos ninguno es lo que aparenta

Dicen que son calle y pueden matarme
Hablan mucha mierda pa' intimidarme
Pero conmigo no inventan
Pues ninguno es lo que aparenta

Dicen que son calle y pueden matarme
Hablan mucha mierda pa' intimidarme
Pero conmigo no inventan
Pues ninguno es lo que aparenta, yah

Ellos se creen que son matone' y se fabrican caso en su propia justicia
En primera plana arrestao' en la noticia
Pero quieres saber cuál es la primicia
Arrestan reggetonero si pero por pensión alimenticia

Mere bobo ya nadie te cree la movie de malo
De que tiene dos escobas 3 pistoco y 5 palos
Que si peine de banana rapera más villana
Pero to' terminan en música cristiana

Estos cabrones lo que meten son embuste en las cancion
Después dicen que son calle convinao con callejone'
Que si melserei yipeta la joyería completa
Por mi metete lo material por donde te quepa

Mere tio estos bobos se fabrican los lios
Después ponen care malo y dicen 'toy aborrecio'
Pelean entre ellos mismo pa' ver cual es el más duro
Pero al fin y al cabo terminan huelendiose los culos

Mere charro a mi no me ronque' que te la embarro
Que si tiene cuatro casa', nueve cadena' y diez carro'
Porque aquí to' salimos del barro oíste huele bicho
Y to' el que se moje le da catarro

Dile Lina que por mis cojones le cambio el clima
Que no jodan conmigo pues yo si que tengo rima
Llego el que te levanta el autoestima
El chamaquito de Morovia, el que puso los freestyle hasta en la China

Mere mota dile que lo pongo de capota
To' estan asustao' de lejos el miedo se les nota
¿Qué paso?, ustedes no eran bichota
Tirenme cabrones que yo no conozco la derrota

Yah, ¿Qué pasó?
Jah, ¿Qué pasó?
Tú sabes quién soy yo
Papi Wilo

Oye
High Quality
Oi'te
High Quality
En el instrumental
O en el fucking beat
Latin Wilo
¿Qué pasó?

None

Yah, they tell me Wilo be careful
That there are like 70 of them
They don't scare me
Well, none of them are what they seem

They say they're street and can kill me
They talk a lot of shit to intimidate me
But they don't try that with me
Well, none of them are what they seem

They say they're street and can kill me
They talk a lot of shit to intimidate me
But they don't try that with me
Well, none of them are what they seem

They say they're hustling and living the bicycle life
And I think everything these kids are pushing is fake
They say they have a Beretta and will leave you on crutches
But when they were little, they all played with dolls

Mere cleka, I get respect in this rapping game
And watch your mouth because it might compromise you
I don't have your cash, I don't have your chains
But you don't have my pen or my notebook either

They're mamau, walk straight and be careful
Because if I feel like it, I'm gonna shoot at you and leave you stuck
This is for you, even though I haven't mentioned your name
And I'm sorry to tell you: "you're not going anywhere with me"

Trangalanga I pull it out from under my sleeve
And leave you 7 feet underground like malanga
They say they're street, motherfucker, and all about fritanga
And your little combo of boys and the gang doesn't scare me

Monigote I'll split your coconut in two
And I don't have backup, I don't walk around with a blowpipe
So don't brag to me about being a big shot
Because I'm a grown man, I've been shaving my mustache since I was 12

Paquetero you are fake, lying thief
You put on some bling bling and you're already a reggaetonero
You started first in this crap
But all of you take off your hat to this young man

Veteran, your career continues but in vain
Retire, asshole, realize you're old
Don't diss your colleagues, Wilo, they are your brothers
May they go to hell, none of them gave me a hand

And don't worry, relax, I understand you, kid
Who's going to give me a hand, daddy, if it doesn't suit you
Come on, to the sales, no one messes with me
Because these little rappers are none of them what they seem

They say they're street and can kill me
They talk a lot of shit to intimidate me
But they don't try that with me
Well, none of them are what they seem

They say they're street and can kill me
They talk a lot of shit to intimidate me
But they don't try that with me
Well, none of them are what they seem, yah

They think they are bullies and make up cases in their own justice
Arrested on the front page, in the news
But you want to know what the scoop is
They arrest reggaetoneros but for child support

Mere bobo nobody believes your bad guy act anymore
That you have two brooms, 3 pistols, and 5 sticks
That if banana comb, the most villainous rapper
But they all end up in Christian music

These bastards are lying in their songs
Then they say they're street, mixed with alley
That if Mercedes, Jeep, full jewelry
For all I care, shove all that material up your ass

Mere tio these fools create problems for themselves
Then they put on a bad face and say "I'm pissed off"
They fight amongst themselves to see who's the toughest
But in the end they end up smelling each other's asses

Mere charro don't brag to me that you're rolling in it
That if you have four houses, nine chains and ten cars
Because here we all come from the mud, you hear, smell dick
And everyone who gets wet gets a cold

Tell Lina that for my balls I change the weather
Don't mess with me because I really have rhymes
The one who raises your self-esteem has arrived
The kid from Moravia, the one who put freestyles even in China

Mere mota tell him I'll put him in a condom
Everyone is scared, you can see their fear from afar
What happened?, you weren't a big deal
Shoot me, bastards, I don't know defeat

Yah, What happened?
Yah, What happened?
You know who I am
Papi Wilo

Hey
High Quality
Listen
High Quality
In the instrumental
Or on the fucking beat
Latin Wilo
What happened?