Más canciones de Boy Wonder CF
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Descripción
Productor: Campeón Soundz
Productor: Yarek Orsini (Yoyo)
Productor: Guillermo III Colón Rodríguez alias "William Romano"
Productor: Boy Wonder CF
Productor: Manuel Alejandro Ruiz
Compositor: Ivy Queen
Compositor: Marta Pesante
Compositor: Manuel Alejandro Ruiz
Letra y traducción
Original
Chosen Few.
The women's league, dad.
No matter how hard they try, they can't, they don't have the requirements.
They walk and come to confront us, they will see that we are ready for you.
And like me, it doesn't work out. Don't even compare, we are not equal.
Here there is flow, breeding and street.
They are not coincidences, I have mine who know they are loyal.
In the morning an Our Father, deliver us from evils, from rats that give no signs.
We stop and brake with the locals, facing us, you tell me which ones they are. Let them line up, let them show up and get down for the heat.
I repeat that they lend themselves.
The queen arrived, queen, Bonny Mad Chin Chin, rapping machine, come to the ring, ring. That we are ready, not blinking, the fuck you thinking.
Like me, they don't get it.
Don't even compare, we are not equal.
Here there is flow, breeding and street. They are not coincidences, I have mine who know they are loyal.
And like me, it doesn't work out.
Don't compare, we are not equal. Here there is flow, breeding and street.
They are not coincidences, I have mine who know they are loyal.
-Change the rhythm!
-Hey, Boy Wonder, tell him that the diva, the filly, the little horse has arrived.
Me too. You know it. Don't even compare us, we are not equal. No, no.
Here there is flow, breeding and street. They are not coincidences.
I have mine who know they are loyal.
Traducción al español
Chosen Few.
La liga femenina, papá.
Por más que traten no pueden, los requisitos no tienen.
Caminan y vienen a frontearnos, van a ver que estamos puestas pa' ustedes.
Y como yo, no les sale. Ni se comparen, que nosotras no somos iguales.
Aquí hay flow, cría y calle.
No son casualidades, tengo a las mías que saben que son leales.
Por la mañana un Padre Nuestro, líbranos de los males, de ratas que no dan señales.
Paramos y frenamos con los locales, fronteando a nosotras, tú dime cuáles son. Que hagan fila, que se presten y bajen pa'l calentón.
Les repito que se presten.
Llegó la queen, queen, Bonny Mad Chin Chin, rapeando máquina, vente pa'te al ring, ring. Que estamos ready, no blinking, the fuck you thinking.
Como yo, no les sale.
Ni se comparen, que nosotras no somos iguales.
Aquí hay flow, cría y calle. No son casualidades, tengo a las mías que saben que son leales.
Y como yo, no les sale.
No se comparen, nosotras no somos iguales. Aquí hay flow, cría y calle.
No son casualidades, tengo a las mías que saben que son leales.
-¡Cambia el ritmo!
-Oye, Boy Wonder, dile que llegó la diva, la potra, la caballota.
Y yo. Tú lo sabes. Ni se comparen que nosotras no somos iguales. Que no, que no.
Aquí hay flow, cría y calle. No son casualidades.
Tengo a las mías que saben que son leales.