Mensaje de Estado - Daddy Yankee
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Lyrics " Mensaje de Estado "
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Mensaje de Estado
Daddy Yankee
Оригинальный текст
Lo más esperado:
Cartel: The Big Boss!
Caminen conmigo en esta
The king is back!
Estamos ready, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, las manos sube, yeah!
Estamos ready, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, come on!
¡Sube, las manos sube!
The Big boss, sigo tirando himnos
Clásicos con todos mis discos
Los tengo de hijos
A los artista del sellito del pussy
¿Y dónde están las Nueves?, ¿dónde está el supuesto combete?
Denme si se atreven
Seguirán siendo unos mamones
Ninguno tiene palabra, mucho menos tienen cojones
Un tipo que vende millones
No le hace falta un lambón que venda miles
El dinerito que hablan en sus canciones
Es lo que yo gasto pagando mis billes
Vamos a poner las cosas claras
Pa', si tú eres calle, ¿por qué te sueno en la cara?
Si tú no tienes babilla no te metas pa' la selva
Tarde o temprano la calle te pone a prueba
De parte del jefe
Que les llegue el mensaje bien claro
No hay li-ga
Estamos ready, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, las manos sube, yeah!
Estamos ready, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, come on!
¡Sube, las manos sube!
Como Denzel, buscando a Washington
Tiro bien como Hamilton
El Boss no falla, denme batalla
¿Qué pasó?
Es Daddy Yankee, yeah, the man on fire
Se paraliza el mundo cuando hablo
No le temo ni a las tropas del Diablo
El que pone a mamar a tu caballito favorito en el establo
Yo soy jefe like Pablo
Representando El Cartel, dime qué tú vas a hacer
Si tu combo son los del cuartel
Cuando un humilde se revela
Muchos terminan caga’os como cuando se tiran un polvo a capela
Muévete gonorrea
Tumba ese vuelo de pistolero que ustedes eran barberos
¿Con qué peine me vas a matar?
Pendejo
¿Con la 1, la 2, la 3, o la 0?
Yo no tengo que mencionarlos
Si ustedes mismo saben que
No hay li-ga
Estamos ready, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, las manos sube, yeah!
Estamos ready, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, come on!
¡Sube, las manos sube!
Yeah!
Hoy por hoy soy el cantante más completo
¿Por qué?
Analicen esto:
Canto hip hop, reggaeton, dancehall
Improviso y escribo, pai', muy fenomenal
El universo es infinito y existen 8 planetas
Hay tantas estrellas que nadie tiene la cuenta
6.6 billones de personas viven en el mundo
100 fueron los más influyentes
¿Quién diría que entre tanta gente
Un joven de uno de los barrios más dementes
Iba a ser una figura mundial?
Gracias Dios por hacerme tan especial
Pónganse en fila
Y saluden al primer mandatario del género
No hay li-ga
Estamos ready, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, las manos sube, yeah!
Estamos ready, come on!
Sube, come on!
Sube, come on!
¡Sube, las manos sube!
¿Con qué me vas a frontear?, ¿con ventas?
Si el disco mío vende más que todo el genero junto
No es lo mismo tirar por tirar
A tirar con hechos ocurridos en la vida real
¿Qué me van a hacer?
¿10 canciones més diciendo que me van a hacer algo y no me hacen na?
¡Lambón!
No es lo mismo tirar por tirar
A tirar con hechos ocurridos en la vida real
Tuve que salir nuevamente
A romper mi récord porque ninguno ha lllego a los millónes
No es lo mismo tirar por tirar
A tirar con hechos ocurridos en la vida real
Pudiéndome comprar una casa en Júpiter y otra en Marte
Sigo en Puerto Rico que esto es clase aparte
No es lo mismo tirar por tirar
A tirar con hechos ocurridos en la vida real
Los números siguen demostrando
Que soy el primer mandatario
No el segundo, el primero
So, peleense por el segundo lugar
Como quiera ese es el primer perdedor
Da-ddy Yan-kee!
Перевод песни
The most anticipated:
Poster: The Big Boss!
walk with me in this
The king is back!
We are ready, come on!
Come up, eat on!
Come up, eat on!
Go up, hands go up, yeah!
We are ready, come on!
Come up, eat on!
Come up, eat on!
Go up, hands go up!
The Big boss, I keep throwing hymns
Classics with all my records
I have them as children
To the artist of the pussy seal
And where are the Nines? Where is the supposed combete?
give me if you dare
They will continue to be suckers
None have a word, much less have balls
A guy who sells millions
You don't need a lump that sells thousands
The little money they talk about in their songs
It is what I spend paying my bills
Let's make things clear
Pa', if you're a street, why do I dream in your face?
If you don't have a stifle, don't go to the jungle
Sooner or later the street puts you to the test
From the boss
Let them get the message very clear
there is no li-ga
We are ready, come on!
Come up, eat on!
Come up, eat on!
Go up, hands go up, yeah!
We are ready, come on!
Come up, eat on!
Come up, eat on!
Go up, hands go up!
Like Denzel, looking for Washington
I shoot well like Hamilton
The Boss does not fail, give me battle
What happened?
It's Daddy Yankee, yeah, the man on fire
The world freezes when I speak
I'm not afraid of the Devil's troops
The one that sucks your favorite horse in the stable
I'm a boss like Pablo
Representing The Cartel, tell me what you are going to do
If your combo is from the barracks
When a humble man reveals himself
Many end up screwed up like when they throw a powder a cappella
move gonorrhea
Tomb that gunslinger flight y'all were barbers
What comb are you going to kill me with?
Stupid
With 1, 2, 3, or 0?
I don't have to mention them
If you yourself know that
there is no li-ga
We are ready, come on!
Come up, eat on!
Come up, eat on!
Go up, hands go up, yeah!
We are ready, come on!
Come up, eat on!
Come up, eat on!
Go up, hands go up!
yeah!
Today I am the most complete singer
Why?
Analyze this:
I sing hip hop, reggaeton, dancehall
I improvise and I write, pai', very phenomenal
The universe is infinite and there are 8 planets
There are so many stars that no one has the account
6.6 billion people live in the world
100 were the most influential
Who would say that among so many people
A young man from one of the most insane neighborhoods
Was I going to be a world figure?
Thank you God for making me so special
get in line
And salute the first president of the genre
there is no li-ga
We are ready, come on!
Come up, eat on!
Come up, eat on!
Go up, hands go up, yeah!
We are ready, come on!
Come up, eat on!
Come up, eat on!
Go up, hands go up!
What are you going to confront me with? With sales?
If my album sells more than the entire genre together
It's not the same throw for throw
To shoot with events that occurred in real life
What are you going to do to me?
10 more songs saying they are going to do something to me and they don't do anything to me?
Lambon!
It's not the same throw for throw
To shoot with events that occurred in real life
I had to go out again
To break my record because no one has reached the millions
It's not the same throw for throw
To shoot with events that occurred in real life
Being able to buy a house on Jupiter and another on Mars
I'm still in Puerto Rico, this is a class apart
It's not the same throw for throw
To shoot with events that occurred in real life
The numbers keep showing
that I am the first president
Not the second, the first
So, fight for second place
Anyway that's the first loser
Da-ddy Yan-kee!
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