Quién Va a Frontiar Lyrics In English Translation – Ozuna
Quién Va a Frontiar Lyrics In English Translation – Ozuna
Since I’ve been leaving home in a pint
El Ferro a doscienta’, no le bajo de quinta
La’ bicha’, toa’ son de revista (Prr-prr)
Three hundred’ motorcycles, demons for the track
Who’s gonna frontear? Tell me, my sister
We’re coming in thirty G-Wagon,
pa’ nosotro’ no hay [?] (Ah-ah, ah)
And who’s going to front? Tell me, my sister (Prr, prr)
Hijueputa, from the cradle don’t make’ you
That the stick will set you on fire
(Los Diablo’ ‘e Llorens, YOVNGCHIMI)
And who’s gonna front me?
Tell me, my sister (YOVNGCHIMI)
Range Rovеr [?], I give it to you with
the tent (Prr-prr; ah-ah)
And who is going to front?
Dimе, my sister (Prr-prr)
Los Diablo’ ‘e Llorens, don’t do
that sticks (Forty)
Tell me to snore, you snorebug,
get serious (Get serious)
The last one who threatened, ‘tá en
the cemetery (In a cemetery)
From the [?] to the beach
of the empire (Mvrda Gang)
Learn the word of the street,
it’s in the middle (S-O-B)
So bitch you [? brought] your bestie,
like Young Miko (Tell me, Miko; uh)
I got an R, the glopeta and
I got a mike (I got a mike)
Veinte mil pa’ dos show,
eso e’ un kilo (That’s a kilo)
Five thousand in the crocodile’s shoes (Haha)
Everything designer, Mvrda
Gang, se [?] right now (Skrrt)
Bitches, booze in the sky lounge (Wuh-wuh)
[?] bitch’, then’, the trailer (Ah-ah)
Moneywayy on blood, that’s the bargain (Moneywayy)
Minimum stick it on the Can-Am and
the guns in the gazette (Brr, brr, brr)
We’ll kill you, they’ll all be dead by the zeta (Skeet, gang)
Audemars Piguets on the wrist (Punch; wrist)
[?] fat as a grimace
Who-Who’s gonna snore?
Dime, mi herma (Tell me, my sister)
Puppetry, crook,
the devils’ with the ‘garment’.
Who’s gonna snore? Tell me,
my sister (Tell me, my sister)
The Devils of Llorens make
the sticks’ with the prenda’s (Prr, prr)
Always on like a goat (Like a goat)
La’ pista’ que me pongan, la’ aniquilo (Prr, prr)
I have a flow that brego with kilo’.
The shooter kills with the kilo
Puppet, we’re gonna cut your string (-tar lo’ hilo’)
I come back and shoot, somo’ [?], somo’ fino’ (Prr)
The owner’ of the slow one
The babie’, the donkeys’ are going
for sale (They go for sale)
Count that pressure sits
The bill [?]
There’s time, motherfucker, for you to be sorry
Trap Cartel, the Lambo of the eighties
Hey, and play it alive
The chef in the cauldron cooked it up
Masked like the Palestinian’s
[?] just kill the’ neighbor, the’ neighbor’ , hey
Trap Cartel, did you hear, huelebicho?
Los Diablo’, Lloren’ Torre’.
De-De-De-Since I leave home
e’ in pint (Tell me, Mambo)
El Ferro a doscienta’, no le bajo
de quinta (Dime, Bassy)
La’ bicha’, toa’ son de revista
Three hundred’ motorcycles, demons for the track
Moneywayy