LA RONDA English Translation Lyrics by Myke Towers
Walking actively down the street
They don’t even trust their own shadow (Why?)
Because word has it
That envy is out on a stroll today
Oh, listen, look, I dance to whatever rhythm they put on
Oh, listen, look, I dance to whatever rhythm they put on
But I don’t engage with chatter or foolish talk
So they don’t bring out the drums and beat you like a conga, haha
The addicts are seeking their cure
The bullies are seeking contracts
The moral is that Tony Montana was born the day he got tired of being a dishwasher
I can’t hide the flavor the alley gave me, yeah, ma
The old folks in the neighborhood smell cocaine if they drink rum
I arrive at Hard like Correa hitting a home run
The chips on the table so the plate never goes empty
I know with my natural shine, I outshine them
Pedro and Juanito were into pulling off heists
I respect Rubén and Héctor, but you’re hearing Michael
Raised among the people, listening to guaracha and salsa
I was taught to identify fake art
There’s a sickness of envy, I’m chilling on my raft
The heaviest chain is that of revenge
They walk actively down the street
They don’t even trust their own shadow
Because word has it
That envy is out on a stroll today
Oh, listen, look, I dance to whatever rhythm they put on
Oh, listen, look, I dance to whatever rhythm they put on
But I don’t engage with chatter or foolish talk
So they don’t bring out the drums and beat you like a conga
Put it on, put it on
Whatever rhythm they put on
Nowadays anyone can turn informant, I swear I’m not amazed anymore
I dance the same with the pretty one, the ugly one, the skinny one, and the fat one
To whatever rhythm they put on
Wherever I go, the carpet rolls out
Don’t beg the saints, don’t break the necklaces
And not everyone who sells cheap is worth buying from
To whatever rhythm they put on
If you see her, tell her I’m ready and active, that she shouldn’t hide from me
She does favors for the devil and never charges him
To whatever rhythm they put on
I want, it won’t be noticed, oh, the love I have for the alley
A shout-out to the alley
To whatever rhythm they put on
Oh, I can’t hide the flavor the alley gave me
To whatever rhythm they put on
This is for my alley, for my alley, for my alley
To whatever rhythm they put on
This is for my alley, for my alley, for my alley
To whatever rhythm they put on