Lyrics of Mi Funeral - Playero, Daddy Yankee

Mi Funeral (original)

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
7 pies es el hoyo que tú clavas bajo tierra
Verme en la muerte en tus deseos tú quisieras
Buscas una forma, pero no existe manera
Lord have mercy
Ando siempre yo preparado con mi gun
No cometas el error que tu mente quisiera
Ando siempre yo preparado con mi gun
No cometas el error que tu mente quisiera
Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral
Y yo les digo: «¡No!
¡Oh, no!
¡Oh, no!»
Hay balas en ti, corazón
Si tú quieres la batalla, quiero que la traigan
Pero Daddy Yankee nunca va a seder
Quieres la batalla, quiero que la traigan
Pero Daddy Yankee nunca va a seder
Ando siempre yo preparado con mi gun
No cometas el error que tu mente quisiera
Ando siempre yo preparado con mi gun
No cometas el error que tu mente quisiera
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

(translation)

They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
And I tell them: “No!
Oh no!
Oh no!"
There are bullets in you, sweetheart
They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
And I tell them: “No!
Oh no!
Oh no!"
There are bullets in you, sweetheart
If you want to go to war, then let's go to war
7 feet is the hole you dig underground
See me in death in your wishes you would like
You look for a way, but there is no way
lord have mercy
I am always prepared with my gun
Do not make the mistake that your mind would like
I am always prepared with my gun
Do not make the mistake that your mind would like
They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
And I tell them: “No!
Oh no!
Oh no!"
There are bullets in you, sweetheart
If you want the battle, I want them to bring it
But Daddy Yankee is never going to seder
You want the battle, I want them to bring it
But Daddy Yankee is never going to seder
I am always prepared with my gun
Do not make the mistake that your mind would like
I am always prepared with my gun
Do not make the mistake that your mind would like
They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
And I tell them: “No!
Oh no!
Oh no!"
There are bullets in you, sweetheart
They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral
And I tell them: “No!
Oh no!
Oh no!"
There are bullets in you, sweetheart