Secreto el Famoso Biberon — Ponte Tu Chaleco song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ponte Tu Chaleco" by Secreto el Famoso Biberon.
Lyrics
Boletín de ultimo minuto
Me acaban de informar fuentes oficiales de que el artista Odalis Perez
Mejor conocido como Secreto «El Famoso Biberon»
Fue impactado anoche por una bala
La cual le cego la vida
Yeah!
Secreto ponte el chaleco, eo
Que te quieren quita', eo
Manga tu tabla, eo
Y no te dejes mata', eo
Es que 'tán puesto pa' ti, sí-í
'Tán puesto pa ti, sí-í
Quieren desaparecerte
Sacarte del país, sí-í
Secreto manga tu tabla que te van a quita'
Y no te deje mata', sa-sacala papá, dale pa' allá
Mis enemigos celebrán mi muerte, dizque me matan
Por que me vien' en una caja en Sabado de Corporan
Pero te voy a explicar qué fue lo que sucedio
¡Todavía no!, ha sali’o San Pedro y me devolvio
Pero perdon, sé que me porte como un lunatico
Muchos se lo creyeron, hize llorar a mis fanaticos
¿Pero e' velda' dizque que te negan' la visa?
Esos unos son consul de paginitas
Pero hay muchos que te tienen en la lista
Dios fue el que me puso y es el que me quita
Secreto ponte el chaleco, eo
Que te quieren quita', eo
Manga tu tabla, eo
Y no te dejes mata', eo
Es que 'tán puesto pa' ti, sí-í
'Tán puesto pa ti, sí-í
Quieren desaparecerte (¡'tá bien!)
Sacarte del país, sí-í
Yo no tengo amigos, no confio en nadie
Fueron los cosejos que me dio la calle
Te pendiente de los que te siguen, que te pisotean
Los primeros que se viran son esos que te rodean
Te tiran los burros, te jolopean
Y cuando hay un lio, ninguno pelean
Por eso mangue mi tabla y mi chaleco
Demasiado palomo pa' los freco'
Es que hay muchos que quieren darme muerte, muerte
Secreto en la caja quieren verte
Son un chorro de palomos
Que quieren sasonarme a plomo
Quieren celebrar mi funeral (¡sí!)
Me buco y me quieren matar (yeah!)
Lo que pasa es que cuando me pongo
Otros me quieren quitar
Secreto ponte el chaleco, eo
Que te quieren quita', eo
Manga tu tabla, eo
Y no te dejes mata', eo
Es que 'tán puesto pa' ti, sí-í
'Tán puesto pa ti, sí-í
Quieren desaparecerte
Sacarte del país, sí-í
Y acuerdate que si no tienes enemigos
Es señal de que la fortuna
Te ha lvidado
Secreto ponte el chaleco, eo
Que te quieren quita', eo
Manga tu tabla, eo
Y no te dejes mata', eo
Es que 'tán puesto pa' ti, sí-í
'Tán puesto pa ti, sí-í
Quieren desaparecerte
Sacarte del país, sí-í
Secreto «El Famoso Biberon»
Miguel Slow
Francis Adamis
El Combo de los 15 (de los 15)
Yakuza Records (Records!)
Conmigo no, con Papá no, con mi barrio no (¡que no!)
La Cienaga (El Cieneguero)
Donde nació el chamaquito, Secreto «El Famoso Biberon» (ya tú sabes)
Me quite, yeah!
No estoy en ustedes, ¿oíste?
Quieren celebrar mi funeral (¡sí!)
Me buco y me quieren matar (yeah!)
Lo que pasa es que cuando me pongo
Otros me quieren quitar
Lyrics translation
Last minute newsletter
I have just been informed by official sources that the artist Odalis Perez
Best known as secret " the famous bottle»
He was hit by a bullet last night.
Which blinded his life
Yeah!
Secret put on the vest, eo
They want you removed, eo
Sleeve your board, eo
And don't let yourself kill', eo
It's just that they're on you, yeah.
'Tis put to you, yes-I
They want you gone.
Get you out of the country, yeah-I
Secret manga your board that will take you away'
And don't let you kill', sa-take it Dad, give it pa ' there
My enemies will celebrate my death, say they kill me
'Cause I'm seen' in a box on Saturday from Corporan
But I'll explain what happened.
Not yet! St. Peter came out and returned me.
But I'm sorry, I know I'm acting like a lunatic.
Many believed it, I made my fanatics cry
But does velda say you're denied a visa?
These ones are consul of little pages
But there are many who have you on the list
God was the one who put me and is the one who takes me away
Secret put on the vest, eo
They want you removed, eo
Sleeve your board, eo
And don't let yourself kill', eo
It's just that they're on you, yeah.
'Tis put to you, yes-I
They want to disappear you ('alright!)
Get you out of the country, yeah-I
I don't have friends, I don't trust anyone.
It was the things the street gave me
I await you from those who follow you, who trample you
The first ones to turn around are those around you
Donkeys throw at you, they jolopean you
And when there's a mess, no one fights
That's why I ate my board and my vest
Too much pigeon to 'the freco'
There are many who want to give me death, death
Secret in the box want to see you
They're a jet of pigeons.
Who want to sash me to lead
They want to celebrate my funeral (yes!)
I hole up and they want to kill me (yeah!)
What happens is that when I get
Others want to take me away
Secret put on the vest, eo
They want you removed, eo
Sleeve your board, eo
And don't let yourself kill', eo
It's just that they're on you, yeah.
'Tis put to you, yes-I
They want you gone.
Get you out of the country, yeah-I
And remember that if you have no enemies
It's a sign that fortune
He saw you.
Secret put on the vest, eo
They want you removed, eo
Sleeve your board, eo
And don't let yourself kill', eo
It's just that they're on you, yeah.
'Tis put to you, yes-I
They want you gone.
Get you out of the country, yeah-I
Secret " The Famous Bottle»
Miguel Slow
Francis Adamis
The Combo of the 15 (of the 15)
Yakuza Records (Records!)
Not With Me, Not With Dad, not with my neighborhood (no!)
The Cienaga (The Cieneguero)
Where the chamaquito was born, secret "the famous bottle" (you know)
Take me off, yeah!
I'm not into you, you hear me?
They want to celebrate my funeral (yes!)
I hole up and they want to kill me (yeah!)
What happens is that when I get
Others want to take me away