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CD: El Cartel - The Big Boss - Daddy Yankee
Canción: Bring It On
Cantante/s: Daddy Yankee (Feat. Akon)
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Cartel
Big Boss
Las palabras vertidas en esta canción
No se solidarizan con ningún cobarde en la calle
Pero sí con el Cartel Records, Daddy Yankee, Akon
Y todos los afiliados mundialmente


I got my heat, I got my boss
And enough heart to break all your jaws
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Now bring it on, now bring it on
Now bring it on, now bring it on


Oye, 'tas bregando con los anormales
Somos los de los juguetes espaciales
Ya no, no le tememos a los tribunales
Tu y quién van amedrentar con los metales
Boy, you ain't a killer
Repone el Daddy Yankee, man
Ponte las pilas si tienes guille 'e Superman
Que rumbo al cielo te puedo poner a volar
En guerra avisada como quiera muere gente porque
I got my people, my gang, we open fire
You better get outta my way 'cuz I'm a rider
At any time, in the morning or even the evening
I'm lettin' this play till you retire
Let's go, nosotros 'tamos dispuestos
En esto nosotros somos expertos
Cuz we doin' this everyday in the ghetto
Which is part of the game we play
All of my gangs to say


I got my heat, I got my boss
And enough heart to break all your jaws
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Now bring it on, now bring it on
Now bring it on, now bring it on


¿Qué carajo tú me vas a hacer?
Si yo sé que a ti te parió la feca
Pon las balas donde pones tus palabras
Vamo'a ver de qué 'tas hecha, muñeca
You're not a gangsta, jodio maleante de cartón
I smell a wanksta, tú eres tremendo bobolón, pa'
Fuck my english, también mi broken spanish
The sign of the Bronx is the universal language, 'cuz
I got my people, my gang, we open fire
You better get outta my way 'cuz I'm a rider
At any time, in the morning or even the evening
I'm lettin' this play till you retire
Let's go, nosotros 'tamos dispuestos
En esto nosotros somos expertos
Cuz we doin' this everyday in the ghetto
Which is part of the game we play
All of my gangs to say


I got my heat, I got my boss
And enough heart to break all your jaws
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Now bring it on, now bring it on
Now bring it on, now bring it on


I got my heat, I got my boss
And enough heart to break all your jaws
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Now bring it on, now bring it on
Now bring it on, now bring it on


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Tamos listo pa' lo que sea
Y pa' lo que venga
We ready, man
Don't get it fuckin' twisted
We can get a ticket and we can fly up there
And give you a visit in the cold
And we can turn it into heat
No te equivoques
Eso es bien fácil pa' nosotros