Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Niña, artist - Mala Rodríguez.
Date of issue: 24.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
La Niña(original) |
Ésta es la historia de una niña |
que vivía en el barrio de la paz. |
De ella se decía que quería vender droga |
como su papá. |
Por ella nadie apostaba |
su futuro se nublaba |
y no había hecho más que empezar. |
¿Quién no quiere dinero?, |
dime quién no quiere dinero |
pa gastarlo en la ciudá… |
Quería pan, quería joyas, |
no valora na' si no llora. |
Lo mejor d no tené na' |
es tené que trabajá y sudá |
por apartá la miseria un lado, |
y conseguir respeto |
a base de coraje y cojones. |
Ella lo tenía, ella lo sabía |
ella, se lo merecía. |
Valía pa' eso y pa' más. |
Tenía to' lo que quería |
vestía la ropa con la que |
tú sólo puedes soñar… |
Muchos son los valentes |
que se pierden en la mar. |
Pero pa' cuando tú sólo sirves |
pa' traficar es lo que pasa: |
Te llaman, te llaman, teléfono no deja de sonar… |
Te llaman, te llaman, teléfono no deja de sonar… |
Te llaman, te llaman, teléfono no deja de sonar… |
Te llaman, te llaman, teléfono no deja de sonar… |
Ésta es la historia de una niña |
que vivía en el barrio de la paz, |
De ella se decía que quería vender droga |
como su papá. |
Por ella nadie apostaba |
su futuro se nublaba |
y no había hecho más que empezar. |
¿Quién no quiere dinero?, |
dime quién no quiere dinero |
pa gastarlo en la ciudá… |
A las nueve estaba allí |
era respeto lo que faltaba. |
Sin cuida’o volaron las balas. |
¿Tan difícil es levantarse por la mañana? |
Por ser mujer, llevaba pistola, |
ya sabes, pa' no sentirse sola. |
A nadie le gusta que le jodan. |
Siempre, tu tienes que pensá dos veces: |
¿quién se come la mierda cuando aparece? |
Si sales de allí es porque tienes suerte. |
La otra vez, tendré más cuidao mamá |
iré con gente. |
Tenía to' lo que quería |
vestía la ropa con la que |
tú sólo puedes soñar… |
Ésta es la historia de una niña |
que vivía en el barrio de la paz, |
De ella se decía que quería vender droga |
como su papá. |
Por ella nadie apostaba |
su futuro se nublaba |
y no había hecho más que empezar. |
¿Quién no quiere dinero?, |
dime quién no quiere dinero |
pa gastarlo en la ciudá… |
(translation) |
This is the story of a girl |
who lived in the neighborhood of peace. |
It was said about her that she wanted to sell drugs |
like her daddy of her. |
No one bet on her |
her future was cloudy |
and she had only just begun. |
Who doesn't want money? |
tell me who doesn't want money |
to spend it in the city… |
I wanted bread, I wanted jewelry, |
He doesn't value anything if he doesn't cry. |
The best thing I don't have na' |
I have to work and sweat |
please put misery aside, |
and get respect |
based on courage and balls. |
She had it, she knew it |
she, she deserved it. |
She was worth pa 'that and pa' more. |
She had to 'what she wanted |
she wore the clothes with which |
you can only dream... |
Many are the brave |
that are lost at sea. |
But for when you only serve |
to traffic is what happens: |
They call you, they call you, the phone doesn't stop ringing... |
They call you, they call you, the phone doesn't stop ringing... |
They call you, they call you, the phone doesn't stop ringing... |
They call you, they call you, the phone doesn't stop ringing... |
This is the story of a girl |
who lived in the neighborhood of peace, |
It was said about her that she wanted to sell drugs |
like her daddy of her. |
No one bet on her |
her future was cloudy |
and she had only just begun. |
Who doesn't want money? |
tell me who doesn't want money |
to spend it in the city… |
At nine she was there |
it was respect that was missing. |
Without care the bullets flew. |
Is it so difficult to get up in the morning? |
Because she was a woman, she carried a gun, |
you know, to not feel alone. |
Nobody likes to be fucked. |
Always, you have to think twice: |
Who eats the shit when she shows up? |
If you get out of there it's because you're lucky. |
Next time, I'll be more careful mom |
I will go with people. |
She had to 'what she wanted |
she wore the clothes with which |
you can only dream... |
This is the story of a girl |
who lived in the neighborhood of peace, |
It was said about her that she wanted to sell drugs |
like her daddy of her. |
No one bet on her |
her future was cloudy |
and she had only just begun. |
Who doesn't want money? |
tell me who doesn't want money |
to spend it in the city… |