Translation of the song lyrics Rap a Duras Penas Rap - Taller

Rap a Duras Penas Rap - Taller
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rap a Duras Penas Rap , by - Taller
Release date: 31.12.1990
Song language: Spanish

Rap a Duras Penas Rap

(original)
Bailar es divertido y te gusta cantidad
Y si empiezas a moverte no te puedes parar
Así mientras te mueves yo te voy a contar
La historia de un muchacho de un negrito del rap
Negrito de los barrios que tienen mucho swing
Que viven en la calle y se saben divertir
Un negro de ese sitio que le dicen Nueva York
Donde inventan las cosas que después me compro yo
Me gusta el swing que tiene el rap
Vocero periodista de la marginalidad
Bailar es bueno bailar es calidad
Pero bailar como los negros sin dejar de pensar
Bailemos divertido diciendo lo que hay
Hagámosle honor a su carnet de identidad
Porque es una pena que una cosa que no es boba
La coje un tipo y la convierte en moda
Porque es una pena que una cosa que no es boba
La coje un tipo y la convierte en moda
Pero volvamos al tema del muchacho de color
Que bailaba rap en la ciudad de N. Y
Y dijo no está bien los muchachos se esfuman
Se mueren del caballo que pasa por la aguja
Y dijo los nombres de algunos camellos
Y así fue que acabó con la soga al cuello
(translation)
Dancing is fun and you like quantity
And if you start to move you can't stop
So while you move I'm going to tell you
The story of a boy of a black rap boy
Negrito from the neighborhoods that have a lot of swing
Who live on the street and know how to have fun
A black from that place that they call New York
Where they invent the things that I later buy myself
I like the swing that rap has
Spokesperson journalist of marginality
Dancing is good, dancing is quality
But dance like blacks without stopping to think
Let's dance fun saying what's up
Let's do honor to your identity card
Because it is a pity that a thing that is not silly
Some guy takes it and turns it into fashion
Because it is a pity that a thing that is not silly
Some guy takes it and turns it into fashion
But back to the colored boy thing.
Who danced rap in the city of N.Y
And he said it's not alright the boys fizzle out
They die from the horse that goes through the needle
And he said the names of some camels
And so it was that he ended up with the noose around his neck
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