Lyrics of No Te Canses, El Funeral - Daddy Yankee, Julio Voltio

No Te Canses, El Funeral (original)

Cangri!
Los Homerunners, yo!
DJ Urba!
Vamos pa' la rumba!
Zumba!
Zumba!
Dice!
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
Yankee canto
La nena bailo
Y todo el mundo levanto la mano
Yankee canto
La nena bailo
Y todo el mundo levanto la mano
Tu cuerpo hermoso
Para bailar el reggae
Si lo usas
No lo dejes caer
Tu cuerpo es hermoso
Para bailar el reggae
Si así lo usas
No lo dejes caer
So,
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
Jua!
Para mi chica
Cuando baile la mejor’a
Jua!
Para mi chica
Se controla, no señora
Jua!
Ese es Yankee, is the live champion’a
Jua!
Ese es Yankee con estilo reggaeton’a
Si, si, si
Ven acá
Ven a bailar
Si, si, si
Ven acá
Ven a bailar
Si, si, si
Ven acá
Ven a bailar
Si, si, si
Ven acá
Ven a bailar
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
No te canses, dale al baile y no paren
No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren
No te canses, yales no paren
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Yankee,
Si quieres pa' la guerra
Vamos pa' la guerra
Ya no comas mierda
La calle esta llena de tierra
La calle esta dura
Me obligan 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
Ya la de ellos esta 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, ___________ con AK
De aquí nadie sale
No se resbalen
Cuando suenen las automáticas
Salgan en «El Vocero»
Picaos en bolsas plásticas
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Yo!
Los de tu corillo
Andan con una camisa con tu foto
Mucho carro, 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 todos ustedes le rezaran el rosario
Ando con los chipping-hammer y los anormales
(Voltio!)
A ver si de las cuevas estos huelebichos salen
Soy humilde, tranquilo y decente
Canto pa' los corillos
Y brego con to' 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 lo dejo a Dios y que el lo decida
(So!)
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo le digo
No
Oh, no
Oh, no
Hay balas en ti corazón
Si quieren pa' la guerra
Pues vamos pa' la guerra
Ando siempre yo
Preparado con mi gun
No cometas el error
Si quieren pa' la guerra
Pues vamos pa' la guerra
Ando siempre yo
Preparado con mi gun
No cometas el error
Yo!
Los Homerunners de Yankee!
Yo!
Julio Voltio!
Que paso, cónsul!
Esto es lo que hay!
Yo!
Yo!
Los cangris!

(translation)

crab!
The Homerunners, me!
DJ Urban!
Let's go to the rumba!
Zumba!
Zumba!
He says!
Don't get tired, and don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop
Don't get tired, and don't stop
Don't get tired, and don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop
Don't get tired, and don't stop
yankee sing
the girl danced
And everyone raised their hands
yankee sing
the girl danced
And everyone raised their hands
your beautiful body
to dance reggae
if you use it
Do not let him fall
Your body is beautiful
to dance reggae
if so you use it
Do not let him fall
SW,
Don't get tired, and don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop
Don't get tired, and don't stop
Don't get tired, and don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop
Don't get tired, and don't stop
Whoa!
for my girl
When the best dance
Whoa!
for my girl
It is controlled, no ma'am
Whoa!
That is Yankee, he is the live champion'a
Whoa!
That's Yankee with reggaeton'a style
Yes Yes Yes
Come here
Come to dance
Yes Yes Yes
Come here
Come to dance
Yes Yes Yes
Come here
Come to dance
Yes Yes Yes
Come here
Come to dance
Don't get tired, and don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop
Don't get tired, and don't stop
Don't get tired, and don't stop
Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop
Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop
Don't get tired, and don't stop
They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
and I tell him
Do not
Oh no
Oh no
There are bullets in your heart
They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
and I tell him
Do not
Oh no
Oh no
There are bullets in your heart
Yankee,
If you want for the war
Let's go to the 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 is fog
raise my temperature
You account and swear
What if I catch them in my madness
yankee ensures it
Theirs is already safe
If I look for them and they don't appear
Voltio does not hurry
But my guns want blood
You have to go out and find the cure
for the kids
The freaks have arrived
Pai, ___________ with AK
No one leaves here
don't slip
When the automatics sound
Come out in "El Vocero"
Chopped in plastic bags
They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
and I tell him
Do not
Oh no
Oh no
There are bullets in your heart
They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
and I tell him
Do not
Oh no
Oh no
There are bullets in your heart
I!
Those of your corillo
They walk around with a shirt with your picture
A lot of car, a lot of shit
And I have them crazy
These trangalangas come out to hunt me daily
And I'm the one with satellites in every neighborhood
I'm the one in control of the radio
Soon all of you will pray the rosary
I walk with the chipping-hammer and the abnormal
(Volt!)
Let's see if these smelly bugs come out of the caves
I am humble, calm and decent
I sing for the corillos
And I fight with all the people, pa'
But if you lick yourself I can blow your teeth
Here are the Cangris
(Daddy Yankee, me!)
Voltio, the madman
To the Velaguiras
To those who turn to me
To those who look at me badly
To those who throw fire
To those who conspire
against my life
He left it to God and let him decide
(SW!)
They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
and I tell him
Do not
Oh no
Oh no
There are bullets in your heart
They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
and I tell him
Do not
Oh no
Oh no
There are bullets in your heart
If they want for the war
Well let's go to war
I always go
ready with my gun
don't make the mistake
If they want for the war
Well let's go to war
I always go
ready with my gun
don't make the mistake
I!
The Yankee Homerunners!
I!
Julius Volt!
What happened, consul!
This is what it is!
I!
I!
The crabs!