Текст и перевод песни Tres Coronas - Mi Tumbao

Mi Tumbao

Sabor de calle, papá, aja
Son malo, malo, malo, aja

Tengo unas ganas de cantar
Pero mi voz cogio otro rumbo
Sonero no sere pero en cambio en el rap si que tumbo
Vamo a darle saocoa esa mano de loco
Conga bonga te toca prende el y yo te enfoco
Chango canto ya se el ven ven ven guiro
Siempre clavel el nene treme
Pal bochinchero primero guaguacanke callegero
Suena cuero en el cuerpo entero cebero ese rapero

Mero mero niñero ruñame mama me muero
Sabor a barrio heroe enpeze de cero parcero
Buscando dinero manera de definirme
El que espera termina perdiendo la guerra
Y yo solito con mi tumbadito
Y donde voy agito bandera pues soy colombianito
Y si me sale la rima es de puro corazòn
Saquen el aguadiente ron que vamo al bacilon

Yo vivo libre mami aunque me duela
La calle fue mi escuela
Nada que me frene nada que me apene
Si no te gusta no me suene

Yo vivo libre mami aunque me duela
La calle fue mi escuela
Nada que me frene nada que me apene
Velen mira que

A mi que no me clasifiquen
Que no me juzguen que no me miren "mal"
Que no me tiren "sal"
Dejenme sano yo vivo a mi manera
Y aunque me toca duro siempre lleno mi nevera
Voy picoteando por aqui y me les pelo por aca
Ninguna rata al que me ataca solito se mata
Conmigo el que resbala caèe solo el honor vale
El respeto se gana sino no lo "pague"
El que sabe "Sabe"
El que quiere "Sale"
Siempre parriba dale eso pa la calle
Ya ven la cosa es luchar y sobrevivir
De cien caidas hay que ver su cien salidas
Y yo aprendiendo de la vida mira que destino
Siempre hay un cretino pa desviarme del buen camino
Uno palante y los otros tirando patras
Si asi va la humanidad en este negocio es mas
De na son culebras ojo pa donde vas
Llebo en una mano y en la otra paz
En una amor y en otra odio
Paque aprendea pelao

Yo vivo libre mami aunque me duela
La calle fue mi escuela
Nada que me frene nada que me apene
Si no te gusta no me suene

Yo vivo libre mami aunque me duela
La calle fue mi escuela
Nada que me frene nada que me apene
El que me tire que se queme

Rapea mijo esoh pa la vieja guardia
R . O. C. C. A
Tres coronas papito
Aja
Paque aprendea paque respete pelao
Aja
Mira demediolao que voy birao

DIABLO!

Mi Tumbao

Flavor of the street, baby, yeah
I'm bad, bad, bad, yeah

I have a desire to sing
But my voice took another turn
I may not be a sonero, but I'll knock 'em dead in rap
Let's give that crazy hand a saocoa
Conga bonga, it's your turn to light up and I'll focus on you
Chango sings, now I know the come come come guiro
Always nail it, the kid's got rhythm
For the troublemaker, first guaguacanke, street hustler
Leather sounds on the whole body, that rapper's a badass

Baby, baby, tell me what's wrong, mama, I'm dying
Neighborhood flavor, hero, I started from scratch, my friend
Looking for money, a way to define myself
He who waits ends up losing the war
And I'm all alone with my little beat
And wherever I go, I wave the flag because I'm Colombian
And if the rhyme comes to me, it's from the heart
Get out the aguardiente, the rum, we're going to party

I live free, baby, even if it hurts
The street was my school
Nothing holds me back, nothing brings me down
If you don't like it, don't listen to me

I live free, baby, even if it hurts
The street was my school
Nothing holds me back, nothing brings me down
Watch out

Don't label me
Don't judge me, don't look at me "bad"
Don't throw "salt" at me
Leave me alone, I live my own way
And even though it's hard, I always fill my fridge
I'm pecking around here and there, and I'm slipping away over here
No rat that attacks me kills itself alone
With me, he who slips falls alone, only honor counts
Respect is earned, if not, don't "pay" for it
He who knows "knows"
He who wants "gets out"
Always go up, that's for the street
You see, the thing is to fight and survive
For every hundred falls, you have to find your hundred ways out
And I'm learning from life, look at that destiny
There's always a jerk to lead me astray from the right path
One moves forward and the others pull back
If that's the way humanity's going, this business is even worse
They're all snakes, watch where you step
I carry peace in one hand and in the other
In one love and in the other hate
So you learn, kid

I live free, baby, even if it hurts
The street was my school
Nothing holds me back, nothing brings me down
If you don't like it, don't listen to me

I live free, baby, even if it hurts
The street was my school
Nothing holds me back, nothing brings me down
He who throws at me will burn

Rap, my friend, that's for the old guard
R . O. C. C. A
Three crowns, baby
Yeah
So you learn, so you respect, kid
Yeah
Look at me, half-cracked, I'm going crazy

DAMN!