Bring It On (feat. Daddy Yankee)

Bring It On (feat. Daddy Yankee)

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
Come on! We ready!

I got my heat, I got my balls
And enough heart to break all y'all jaws
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war (Come on!)
Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)
Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)
Say bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)
Now bring it on (Right now)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Oye, estás bregando con los anormales
Somos, los de los juguetes espaciales
Ya no, no le tememos a los tribunales
¿Tú y quién van a medrentar con los metales, boy?
You ain't a killer, me ponen Daddy Yankee, man
Ponte las pilas, si tienes guille 'e Superman
Que rumba el cielo te puedo poner a volar
En guerra avisada como quiera muere gente, porque

I got my people, and my nigga, we open fire
You better get out of my way, 'cause I'm a rider
At any time in the morning, or even the evening
I'm laying this verse 'til you retire
Let's go, nosotros estamos dispuesto
En esto, nosotros somos expertos
'Cause we're doing this everyday
In the ghetto which is part of the game we play
All of my gangstas say

I got my heat, I got my balls
And enough heart to break all y'alls jaws (Mucha gente)
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war (What's up!?)
Now bring it on (Hey! Tira pa' alante, come on!)
Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)
Say bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)
Now bring it on (Right now)

¿Qué carajos tú me vas hacer?
Si yo sé, que a ti te pario la feca
Pon las balas donde pones tus palabras
Vamos a ver, de qué estás echa, muñeca
(You're not gangsta) Jodi'o maleante 'e cartón
(I smell a wangsta) Tú eres tremendo bobolón, pa'
Fuck my English y también my broken Spanish
The sound of the gun is a universal language 'cause

I got my people, and my nigga, we open fire
You better get out of my way, 'cause I'm a rider
At any time in the morning, or even the evening
I'm laying this verse 'til you retire
Let's go, nosotros estamos dispuesto
En esto, nosotros somos expertos
'Cause we're doing this everyday
In the ghetto which is part of the game we play
All of my gangstas say

I got my heat, I got my balls
And enough heart to break all y'all jaws (¿Qué pasó?)
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico (Nigga)
To help me out with this war (Come on!)
Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)
Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)
Say bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)
Now bring it on (Right now)

I got my heat, I got my balls
And enough heart to break all y'all jaws (Mucho corazón, pa')
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)
Now bring it on (Con quien tú quieras, come on!)
Say bring it on (Estamos ready, come on!)
Now bring it on (Right now)

Estamos listos pa' lo que sea y pa' lo que venga
We're ready man, don't get it fucking 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 facil pa' nosotros