Noel Torres — El Niño Malcriado song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Niño Malcriado" by Noel Torres.
Lyrics
El compa es muy agerrido
Y también es protegido
Por una cuadrilla
Que sabe cuidar
Nada mas no se lo topen
Cuando anda de malas
Pues va a arremangar
Cuenta con un gran equipo
Fuertes herramientas
Para trabajar
Desde quico fue malcriado
Cuando tenia 15 años
Dejo los temores se puso a chambear
A los 17 años
Los carros del año solía portar
Un joven inteligente
Para los negocios se dio a respetar
Era una batalla grande
Siempre existen competencias
Para este mercado
Me supe rifar
Gente pelón a mi cargo
Muy bien entrenados
Me han de respaldar
Parientes bien decididos
Tampoco mi padre se me a de rajar
(Y hay le va compa chepo
Y échale ganas compadre
Como no compadron
Ay parienton
Nimodo que no
Y hay le va viejanos)
Disfruto todos mis frutos
Pues e hecho trabajo duro
Y aveces liviano
Me gusta gozar
Las mujeres las buchanas
Cerveza y lavada
Para comenzar
Venganse amigos cinceros
Porque hoy brindaremos
Por nuestra amistad
Ahora que todo eh ganado
Sabrá mañana o pasado
Lo que mi destino
Tiene preparado
Mientras tanto en el presente
Sigo trabajando
Pero con cuidado
A mi familia querida
Siempre la protejo
Y me han apollado
No me voy no me despido
Si no al ratito los miro
Por aquí seguido
Me verán pasear
A toditas las plebitas
Les digo cuidado hay va un gavilan
Los que agarran y no sueltan
Hay luego nos vemos
Hay que trabajar
Lyrics translation
The compa is very fierce
And it's also protected
By a gang
Who knows how to care
They just don't get it.
When it's bad
Well, he's going to go for it.
It has a great team
Strong tools
To work
Since quico was spoiled
When I was 15 years old
I leave the fears he got to chambering
At 17
The carts of the year used to carry
An intelligent young man
For business was given to respect
It was a big battle
There are always competences
For this market
I knew how to laugh.
Pelon people in my charge
Very well trained
They have to back me up.
Well-decided relatives
My father won't give me a break, either.
(And there you go compa chepo
And make him feel like it, compadre.
As in compadron
Ay parienton
Nimode that does not
And there goes old people)
I enjoy all my fruits
Well, I've done hard work.
And sometimes light
I like to enjoy
Women the buchanas
Beer and wash
To get started
Come on, cinqueros friends.
Because today we'll toast
For our friendship
Now that everything has won
You'll know tomorrow or the past
What my destiny
You have prepared
Meanwhile in the present
I'm still working
But carefully
To my dear family
I always protect her.
And I've been beaten
I'm not leaving I'm not saying goodbye
If not soon I look at them
Here often
You'll see me walking
To all the plebites
I tell you watch out there's a gavilan going
Those who grab and don't let go
There then see you
You have to work