Daddy Yankee — No Te Canses, El Funeral song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "No Te Canses, El Funeral" by Daddy Yankee.
Lyrics
¿¡Que?!
Daddy Yankee, yo!
Cangri!
Los Homerun-es, yo!
DJ Urba!
Vamos pa' la rumba, zumba, zumba!
¡Dice!
No te canses, gyales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, gyales no paren
No te canses, gyales no paren
No te canses, gyales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, gyales no paren
No te canses, gyales no paren
Yankee cantó, la nena bailó
Y todo el mundo levantó la mano (Come again!)
Yankee cantó, la nena bailó
Y todo el mundo levantô la mano (¡Dice!)
Tu cuerpo hermoso para bailar el reggae
Si lo usas no lo dejes caer
Tu cuerpo es hermoso para bailar el reggae
Es que si lo usas no lo dejes caer, so
No te canses, gyales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, gyales no paren
No te canses, gyales no paren
No te canses, gyales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, gyales no paren
No te canses, gyales no paren
(Uah!) Para mi chica, cuando baile es la mejor-a
(Uah!) Para mi chica, no se controla, no señor-a
(Uah!) Es el Yankee, it’s the lyrical champion-a
(Uah!) Es el Yankee con estilo reggaeton-a
Sí, sí, sí, ven acá, ven a bailar
Sí, sí, sí, ven acá, ven a bailar
Sí, sí, sí, ven acá, ven a bailar
Sí, sí, sí, ven acá, ven a bailar, so
No te canses, gyales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, gyales no paren
No te canses, gyales no paren
No te canses, gyales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, gyales no paren
No te canses, gyales no paren (So!)
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo les digo: «¡No! ¡Oh, no! ¡Oh, no!»
Hay balas en ti, corazón
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo les digo: «¡No! ¡Oh, no! ¡Oh, no!»
Hay balas en ti, corazón
(Yankee)
Si quieres ir pa' la guerra, vamos pa' la guerra
Ya no comas mierda, la calle está llena de tierra
La calle está dura, me obligan a andar con algo en la cintura
Cuando hay nebuleo sube mi temperatura
Tú cuenta' y jura,' que si yo los pillo en mi locura
Yankee lo asegura, que la de ellos está segura
Si los busco y no aparecen, Voltio no se apura
Pero mis pistolas quieren sangre, hay que salir a buscar la cura
Pa' los nenes llegaron los anormales, pai'
Tumban con AK, de aquí nadie sale
No se resbalen, cuando suenen las automáticas
O saldran en El Vocero, pica’os en bolsas plásticas
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo les digo: «¡No! ¡Oh, no! ¡Oh, no!»
Hay balas en ti, corazón
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo les digo: «¡No! ¡Oh, no! ¡Oh, no!»
Hay balas en ti, corazón
(Yo!)
Los de tu corillo andan con una camisa con tu foto
Muchos carros, mucha mierda, y los tengo loco
Estos trangalangas salen a cazarme a diario
Y yo soy el que tengo satélites en todos los barrios
Yo soy el que tiene el control de la radio
Pronto a to’s ustedes le rezaran el rosario
Ando con los chipping hammers y los anormales (¡Voltio!)
A ver si de la cueva estos huelebichos salen
Yo soy humilde, tranquilo y decente
Canto pa' los corillos y brego con to’a la gente, pa'
Pero si te lambes te puedo explotar los dientes
Aquí están Los Cangris (Daddy Yankee, yo!), Voltio «El Demente»
A los velagüira, a los que se me viran
A los que mal me miran, a los que a fuego tiran
A los que conspiran contra mi vida
Se los dejo a Dios y que él lo decida (So!)
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo les digo: «¡No! ¡Oh, no! ¡Oh, no!»
Hay balas en ti, corazón
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo les digo: «¡No! ¡Oh, no! ¡Oh, no!»
Hay balas en ti, corazón
Si quieres ir pa' la guerra, pues vamos pa' la guerra
Ando siempre yo preparado con mi gun
No cometas el error
Si quieres ir pa' la guerra, pues vamos pa' la guerra
Ando siempre yo preparado con mi gun
No cometas el error
Yo!
Los Homerun-es de Yankee
Con Julio Voltio
¿Qué pajó, cónsul?
Esto es lo que hay
Yo! Yo!
Los Cangris!
Lyrics translation
What?!
Daddy Yankee, yo!
Kangaroos!
The Homerun - is, me!
DJ Urba!
Let's go for the rumba, zumba, zumba!
He says!
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, go to the dance, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, go to the dance, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
Yankee sang, Baby danced
And everyone raised their hand (Come again!)
Yankee sang, Baby danced
And everyone raised his hand (he says!)
Your beautiful body to dance reggae
If you use it don't drop it
Your body is beautiful for reggae dancing
It's just that if you use it don't drop it, so
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, go to the dance, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, go to the dance, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
(Uah!) For my girl, when dancing is the best-a
(Uah!) For my girl, not controlled, not sir-a
(Uah!) Is the Yankee, it's the lyrical champion-a
(Uah!) Is the Yankee with reggaeton-a style
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come here, come dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come here, come dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come here, come dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come here, come dance, so
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, go to the dance, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, go to the dance, gyales don't stop
Don't get tired, gyales don't stop (So!)
They want me dead all of them at my funeral
And I say, " No! Oh, no! Oh, no!»
There's bullets in you, sweetheart.
They want me dead all of them at my funeral
And I say, " No! Oh, no! Oh, no!»
There's bullets in you, sweetheart.
(Yankee)
If you want to go to war, let's go to war
Don't eat shit anymore, the street is full of dirt
The street is hard, they force me to walk with something on my waist
When there's a fog, my temperature rises.
You count 'and swear,' that if I catch them in my madness
Yankee assures him, that theirs is safe
If I look for them and they do not appear, Volt does not rush
But my guns want blood, we have to go out and get the cure
Pa 'the babies are the abnormals, PA'
Tumban with AK, nobody gets out of here
Do not slip, when the automatics sound
Or they'll come out in the mouthpiece, Pica'os in plastic bags
They want me dead all of them at my funeral
And I say, " No! Oh, no! Oh, no!»
There's bullets in you, sweetheart.
They want me dead all of them at my funeral
And I say, " No! Oh, no! Oh, no!»
There's bullets in you, sweetheart.
(Yo!)
Those in your corillo are wearing a shirt with your photo
Lots of cars, lots of shit, and I got them crazy
These trangalangas go out hunting me every day
And I'm the one who has satellites in every neighborhood
I'm the one in control of the radio.
Soon to you will pray the rosary
I'm with the chipping hammers and the freaks (Volt!)
See if these huelebichos come out of the cave
I am humble, quiet and decent
I sing 'the corillos and brego with to'a the people, pa'
But if you lick yourself, I can blow your teeth.
Here are the Kangaroos (Daddy Yankee, yo!), Volt " The Demented»
To the velagüira, to those who turn away from me
To those who look at me badly, to those who throw fire
To those who conspire against my life
I leave them to God and let him decide (So!)
They want me dead all of them at my funeral
And I say, " No! Oh, no! Oh, no!»
There's bullets in you, sweetheart.
They want me dead all of them at my funeral
And I say, " No! Oh, no! Oh, no!»
There's bullets in you, sweetheart.
If you want to go to war, then let's go to war
I'm always prepared with my gun
Don't make the mistake
If you want to go to war, then let's go to war
I'm always prepared with my gun
Don't make the mistake
Yo!
The Homerun-it's Yankee
With Julio Voltio
What did you jerk off to, Consul?
This is what there is
Yo! Yo!
The Kangaroos!