Текст и перевод песни Shelow Shaq - Mi Funeral (Dominican Playero)

Mi Funeral (Dominican Playero)

Me quieren ver muertos ellos en mi funeral y yo le digo noooo (o
Nooo, o noooo),
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi
Funeral y yo le digo noooo (o nooo, o noooo).
Mentira con lo taiguel R.
D. ¡tu maldita madre!, "toy en otro level,
Mi humildad no tiene nivele, yo como fritura con lo Rocafele,
Bebiendo romo como Macrk Hueder,
Le dije a Mozart la Para que no frene,
Lo baje a Villa Con,
Pa' yo vel que sucede y se volvió loco mirando lo ledel.
¡Otra ve'!

Tanta gente buena que en la vida sea mata'o,
Yo mi'mo no entiendo como he que yo te tengo chacea'o,
¡y en velda tu no ere el de'gracia'o,
Malo he el diablo, que no te a lleva'o!
Pol' vagamunda si no quiere en la tumba, tumba,
En la lapida de mi enemigo almo mi rumba, tu me queda, chiquito,
Timbale en la conga,
Como Kun Lao gua asete un truco de Mortal Kombat,
Tu ta' claro de que porque no inventa,
Ando como Hector en su tiempo con un combó de 70 te asu'tateeeee,
Cuando vi'te la cuenta,
Soy el dueño de Hip-Hop tiene que paga'me renta, (huuuu),
Por e'ta pelcha he que te gusta el flow, (huuu),
Si tu quiere ven y fuma y dale do, (huuu),
Soy el fuego que la calle calentó, (huuu),
No lo bu'que que no hay nadie como yo, yo soy, un su-permer-cado,
To' mi party renven-tado,
De la selección tu vi'te lo resultado,
Tu no ere nadie, no hay que darte golpe de e'tado,
¡Otra ve!,
¡Tu maldita madre! ¡Otra ve!.
(Huuuu), por e'ta pelcha he que te gusta el flow, (huuu),
Si tu quiere ven y fuma y dale do, (huuu),
Soy el fuego que la calle calentó, (huuu),
No lo bu'que que no hay nadie como yo, en e'ta horgia mangue do,
Gracia al montillo mero, mero que me lo mando,
Panamera dijo date un show, y Lolo bocio que en e'te coro sobran to'.
Ayayay, yayayayayyy, y como tipcaaaa oooooo.

My Funeral (Dominican Playero)

They want to see me dead at my funeral and I tell them noooo (o
Nooo, or noooo),
They want to see me dead everyone at my
Funeral and I tell them noooo (or no, or noooo).
Mentira with you little girl R.
D. your damn mother! I'm on another level,
My humility has no level, I eat fried food with Rocafele,
Drinking rum like Macrk Hueder,
I told Mozart la Para not to stop,
I took him down to Villa Con,
So I can see what happens and he went crazy looking at the LED.
Again!

So many good people have been killed in life,
I don't understand why I have you eaten,
and truly you're not the one who has been humiliated,
The devil is bad, and he hasn't taken you!
By vagamund if he doesn't want it in the tomb, tomb,
On the tombstone of my enemy I will cheer my party, you look small to me,
Timbale on the conga,
Like Kun Lao gua I'll do a Mortal Kombat trick,
You're clear that because I don't invent,
I walk like Hector in his time with a 70 combo that scares you,
When you saw the account,
I'm the owner of Hip-Hop he has to pay me rent, (huuuu),
For this part I have that you like the flow, (huuu),
If you want come and smoke and give do, (huuu),
I'm the fire that heated up the street, (huuu),
Don't look for it because there's nobody like me, I'm a super-market,
All my party re-invented,
From the selection you saw the result,
You're nobody, you don't have to be hit by a blow of state,
Again!,
Your damn mother! Again!.
(Huuuu), for this part I have that you like the flow, (huuu),
If you want come and smoke and give do, (huuu),
I'm the fire that heated up the street, (huuu),
Don't look for it because there's nobody like me, in this orgy mango do,
Thanks to the wonderful mound that sent it to me,
Panamera said give a show, and Lolo bocio that in this chorus everyone is left over.
Ayayay, yayayayayyy, and how tipcaaaa oooooo.