Somos De Calle Remix (traduzione in Inglese)

traduzione in Inglese

We Are From The Street

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Yes I am from the street
What I am not is a ganster or killer (Welcome to the remix!)
Don't get confused
Neither pliers or sucker
I am a singer (History baby!)
I demonstrate it to you in my song
I don't envy anyone
That's why God gies my the blessing
I have money
Smell it
Without necessity to knock over
any bastard...
I am Arcangel, (Prrra!)
Magician in this bitch
I make it dissapear without any effort
Keep still, (PR!)
Arcangel the marvellous the protagonist of your failure...
You know that we are from the street, (Daddy!)
There is growing and heart, (Making history!)
Feel the fire, (Making History!)
I put the rules of the game...(You want more pressure, ha!)
(You know what time it is, you know what time it is Daddy!)
Because we are from the street
There is growing and heart, (The forces united)
Feel the fire (De la gheezy)
I put the rules of the game...
I'm not a hired assassin put I shoot when necessary,
I don't want to be reckless just a neighborhood talent,
Don't be wrong , I also have guns in my inventory,
and in the newspaper in the section of obituary,
You will count a few from your group
To the cowards who instead of balls they seem to have ovaries,
From childhood, I lived the streets daily,
I changed teh glock for a microphone
Now I kill in scenes...
Growing, I developed and it wasn't my fault
In Villa Espana and La Perla I hustled everyday
They killed my partner with psychiatry
you know what?
that, that death could have been mine
That person who breaks the rules, the rule is to break their face,
Roasted pigs that rob, make their hand itch by gunshoots,
to see their face letting out fake teas
you need insecticide
mosquitoes that carry the dengue and corrupt boconeo
The respect isn't recuperated at the time of fogoneo
Mi street is street and my city is worse
I come from Ponce
My street is native
I am from the streets
hell yeah im from the block
where niggas got big guns that pop and get your ass drop
where you learn to hustle and make money
also where you learn that the crafty live out of the sincere
yeah, where we don't talk to the cops
it doesn't matter if they want to give tiem in the federal
ah ah yeah
I'm totally a neighborhood talent
and in the block im maintained daily, nigga!
You know you're street, (Daddy! PR!)
There cria y corazon, (We are the ones who command the pitch)
Feel the fire,
The rules of the game I put them ... (The popular favorite!)
We are the streets,
There are breeding and heart,
Feel the fire, (Julio Voltio!)
The rules of the game I put them ... (Hey I Voltage)
So before you go,
I'm dumb, blind and deaf,
And I walk quietly but abortion is a riot,
In my car on the trails are covered with an awning,
Many fat cats Guillao escraches,
The neighborhoods, farmhouses, cough are equal (of course!)
There's always cops thousand abnormal
The point, rifles, enemies, the federal
When problems occur, uhmm, no one leaves ...
For women give money ass,
The Bichot, the gangster, the pimp,
The world is yours
The shit is that everyone thinks like you and me,
To the world wants to seek its own,
There are murmurs that start,
Pelias by strapping for chabos for drugs,
And they say it with pride,
You nailed the dame,
They kill you back, (Come on!)
This is a jungle, (Chyno Ny!)
Nobody saves you ... (Yo!)
Many aspire to bring this kind of life,
Here the options do not change and poverty obliges me,
We do not tolerate Listeria,
If you cops in the mouth if you are an eater in the stomach,
Many say they are but veer lines,
Street and say they have yet to see the avenue,
Calm jaw chattering,
You have no heart or the Valentine's Day ...
You know that we are of street
There cria y corazon,
Feel the fire,
The rules of the game I put them ...
We are the street (Okay, you want more tension then!?)
There cria y corazon, (Hey I Coscu! Come on man!)
Feel the fire, (I Got Your Back Man)
The rules of the game I put them ... (LET THEM KNOW)
I'm already tired of hearing the stories of Bichot, fekas,
From time and equipment down kilos of butter in my suitcase,
A microphone inside the cable Huddy,
And the guy shooting half to Tecate in the Churil,
Loco, people believe that they are current and breeding,
They assemble fifteen pa rob a bakery,
Click battery and go without the dyes in the Kia,
For those insecterias strip the day left ...
In the neighborhood we all know as the smoke bat
There are many underground for making blunders,
You put your number or you pa start rowing,
This is PR, you know how we do ... (The Plus 40!)
I'm putting my mouth is burning your name on record,
And until I saw you coming out with pal filled vest
He trembles when in the neighborhood sound wolves
You gave him as many as twelve, but you looked into my eyes?
Oyeme these people if trili and make me laugh,
Looking for life but will be ash necklaces,
Or will align or ghosts in the breeze,
Temperature, if Yankee's clothes as pieces ...
You know you're street, (Daddy Yankee is not a singer ...)
There cria y corazon, (Daddy Yankee is the movement!)
Feel the fire,
The rules of the game I put them ... (Ladies and gentlemen!)
We are the street (He appreciates the support the head ...)
There cria y corazon, (closing with a flourish!)
Feel the fire,
The rules of the game I put them ... (Breaking the rules!)
Hey guns chamako if not so crowded,
They eat alive anyone who will climb the chops,
Spreading fear with your madness,
But do not respect you, Daddy, and the tall fucker,
You passed the limit,
A toad can not pee in the land of princes,
In war you were involved,
You put him much voltage to the index finger ...
Now your head is by auction,
They are offering cash, kilos and notebooks, Baby Rasta,
Chest as hot pal rum Ñejo,
Or die like a brave man or live like a jerk,
Just as this thing my neighbors
Rather easy as you have lunch with Chinese rice Peeper,
You fly the eyebrows, the movie's live Guelo,
Hail To Fire Arcangel De La Ghetto ...
We dictate,
The rules street
From 80 to infinity,
Puerto Rico,
The creators of urban movement ...
Talento de Barrio!
Once again!
The Boss!
Postato da brit546 Mar, 21/02/2012 - 04:04

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