Текст и перевод песни richard ahumada - No Me Va Contar

No Me Va Contar

Muchos me quieren contar, tengo más suerte que en un juego de azar.

Soy más borracho que los del bar,
Tengo más vida que las de un cat, cat.
Dime como se la vive apoco si es cierto todo lo que escribe.

Que usted mata.
Que roba.
Y controla, que le ponen cola y la chota lo sigue.
Bum bum, que retumbe bum bum me la jula junto a usted no haga
Preguntas, si me ve la chota se para y pregunta
Que onda pinche flaco usted con quien se Jun-ta.
Bien dopado, en mal estado,
Lo bueno no sé donde ha quedado, demonios y ángeles están a mi lado.
Sigo firme y parado como un solda-do
Sigo firme y parado como un solda-do
Y a mi no me va contar.
Que.
Roba que mata, que tiene fucas y plata, no,
No me va a contar de locos, piratas, mañosos y ratas
Y a mi no me va a contar.
Que.
Roba que mata que tiene fuscas y plata, no,
No me va a contar de locos, piratas mañosos y ratas ni perro.

Fierro que la vida es un riesgo,
No te lleva a nada, loco pal' entierro.
Deja que ladre el perro pero,
Para serte sincero tiran más caca que tu trasero,
Otros que ya volvieron,
Que se sienten reyes cuando ya calleron y jamas subieron.
Muchos tiraron y no me dieron.
Otros weyes, que mano mordieron,
Pero se jodieron cuando no pudieron
No tener respeto y respaldar si getto.
Primero es lo primero, fulano y mangano a mi me pela el cuero.
Me produce master para que vea que pedo,
Yo no soy nuevo en esto yo ya me se el rue-doo

(Primero es lo primero, fulano y mangano a mi me pela el cuero.
Me produce master para que vea que pedo,
Yo no soy nuevo en esto yo ya me se el rue-doo)
Y a mi ni me va contar.
Que.
Roba que mata, que tiene fucas y plata, no,
No me va a contar de locos, piratas, mañosos y ratas.
Y a mi ni me va contar.
Que.
Roba que mata, que tiene fucas y plata, no,
No me va a contar de locos, piratas, mañosos y ratas ni perro.

You're Not Going to Tell Me

Lots of people want to tell me things, but I'm luckier than a gambler.

I'm drunker than the people at the bar,
I have more lives than a cat, cat.
Tell me how you're living, if it's true what you write.

That you kill.
That you steal.
And you control everything, that they put a tail on you and the cops follow you.
Boom boom, let it rumble boom boom, don't ask me questions,
If the cops see me, they'll stop me and ask,
What's up, skinny, who are you hanging with?
Doped up, in a bad state,
The good has disappeared, demons and angels are by my side.
I'm still standing firm like a soldier.
I'm still standing firm like a soldier.
And you're not going to tell me.
What.
You steal, you kill, you have guns and money, no,
You're not going to tell me about crazy people, pirates, crooks and rats,
And you're not going to tell me.
What.
You steal, you kill, you have guns and money, no,
You're not going to tell me about crazy people, pirates, crooks and rats, not even dogs.

It's a risky life,
It's not going to lead you anywhere good, man, it's going to lead you to the grave.
Let the dogs bark, but,
To be honest, they talk more shit than your ass,
Others have already come back,
Who feel like kings when they've already fallen and never risen.
Many shot at me and missed.
Other idiots, who bit the hand that fed them,
But they fucked up when they couldn't
Show respect and support their ghetto.
First things first, so-and-so and what's-his-name make my skin crawl.
It gives me a headache just to think about it,
I'm not new to this, I know the drill.

(First things first, so-and-so and what's-his-name make my skin crawl.
It gives me a headache just to think about it,
I'm not new to this, I know the drill)
And you're not going to tell me.
What.
You steal, you kill, you have guns and money, no,
You're not going to tell me about crazy people, pirates, crooks and rats.
And you're not going to tell me.
What.
You steal, you kill, you have guns and money, no,
You're not going to tell me about crazy people, pirates, crooks and rats, not even dogs.