Текст и перевод песни Rosa Rosario feat. DJ Reny - No Peleo Solo

No Peleo Solo

Aqui esta el chacal, es tan real
Todo el mundo esta, quieren verlo pelear
Esta concentrado pero resbalao
Por todos los chacales q le apoyan a su lao
Aqui esta el chacal, es tan real
Hacia el ring ya va, y su familia esta detras
También su aficion, llega el campeon
Ya tiene los guantes puestos os lleva en el corazon
Yo soy el chacal, soy el chacal
Soy un tornado, soy un volcan
Soy el q entra y rompe el cristal
El que si pierde puede llorar
Le gusta poder y puede q baile
Ii incada con aire
Me gusta esquivar, me gusta escuchar y dejarlo sin aire
Recorri Europa en coche y en avion
Con juama, cortes y carvallo en la seleccion
Emiliano longino pollo el uli es mi motor
Mis amigos se quien soy, se quien tengo en el rincon
Cuando peleo, mi vida es el boxeo
Pa ti sere un suicida, viva, este es mi recreo
Peleo y no estoy solo, solo lo digo
Hay niños y abuelos todos pelean conmigo
Yo soy de hospitalete el barrio q te vio nacer
Me apoyan y me empujan no quieren verme perder
Por mi madre y mi familia yo me dejare la piel
Por un padre al q no veo pero el q me ve crecer
Miro hacia arriba y cuando gano lo señalo
El ring no me da miedo la vida me da mas palos
Perder a un familiar, malo
Puta enfermedad
La vida nos golpea, osea hay q pelear
Aqui esta el chacal, es tan real
Todo el mundo esta, quieren verlo pelear
Esta concentrado pero resbalao
Por todos los chacales q le apoyan a su lao
Aqui esta el chacal, es tan real
Hacia el ring ya va, y su familia esta detras
También su aficion, llega el campeon
Ya tiene los guantes puestos os lleva en el corazon
Dice metele un crochet, un directo despues
Porq no lo hacen, e? porq se espera
Eso ya lo se yo, lo intentare
Esto no se ve muy bien, desde la barrera
Antes la policia me pedia el DNI ahora me piden q le enseñe a pelear como yo
En fin
Si, si, la gente cambia
La gente es sabia
Peleo y yo con mi cancion tol mundo baila
Como se baila a los toros
Hablo de un futuro y juro siempre darlo todo
Todo depende de mi
Dia a dia y peleamos
Hoy me subo al ring y te rapeo con las manos
Manos de un obrero fueron de un niño y de un grafitero
De un preso de la modelo
Y no vacilo de eso, creelo
Mis manos subiran tocaran cielo
Mis manos son las manos de hermanos de un barrio entero
A veces no escucho y lucho por lo q yo quiero
Tu no me das respeto
Respeto me da un obrero
Escritores, breakers gitanos de los bloques
Todos pelean conmigo pobre del q se equivoque
Todos pelean conmigo pobre del q se equivoque

I don't Fight Alone

Here's the jackal, he's so real
Everyone is here, they want to see him fight
He's focused but slippery
Because of all the jackals that support him by his side
Here's the jackal, he's so real
He's going to the ring, and his family is behind
Also his fans, here comes the champion
He already has his gloves on, he carries you in his heart
I am the jackal, I am the jackal
I am a tornado, I am a volcano
I'm the one who comes in and breaks the glass
The one who, if he loses, can cry
He likes power and he might dance
Each jab with air
I like to dodge, I like to listen and leave him breathless
I traveled Europe by car and plane
With Juama, Cortes and Carvallo in the national team
Emiliano Longino Pollo, Uli is my engine
My friends know who I am, they know who I have in my corner
When I fight, my life is boxing
For you I'll be a suicide, alive, this is my recreation
I fight and I'm not alone, I'm just saying
There are children and grandparents, everyone fights with me
I am from Hospitalete, the neighborhood that saw you born
They support me and push me, they don't want to see me lose
For my mother and my family, I will leave my skin
For a father I don't see but who sees me grow
I look up and when I win, I point to him
The ring doesn't scare me, life hits me harder
Losing a family member, bad
Damn disease
Life hits us, I mean, we have to fight
Here's the jackal, he's so real
Everyone is here, they want to see him fight
He's focused but slippery
Because of all the jackals that support him by his side
Here's the jackal, he's so real
He's going to the ring, and his family is behind
Also his fans, here comes the champion
He already has his gloves on, he carries you in his heart
He says, throw a hook, a straight after
Why don't they do it, huh? Why wait?
I already know that, I'll try
This doesn't look very good, from the barrier
Before the police asked me for my ID, now they ask me to teach them to fight like me
Anyway
Yeah, yeah, people change
People are wise
I fight and with my song everyone dances
Like bulls are danced to
I speak of a future and I swear to always give it my all
It all depends on me
Day by day and we fight
Today I get in the ring and rap you with my hands
Hands of a worker, they were of a child and a graffiti artist
Of a prisoner from the Modelo
And I don't hesitate about that, believe me
My hands will rise, they will touch the sky
My hands are the hands of brothers from a whole neighborhood
Sometimes I don't listen and fight for what I want
You don't give me respect
A worker gives me respect
Writers, breakers, gypsies from the blocks
Everyone fights with me, poor the one who makes a mistake
Everyone fights with me, poor the one who makes a mistake