Have y'all translated the lyrics to Chambea? He talking goon shyt on that song.
Chorus: Bad Bunny]
Chambea, pull!
Motherfukker, you ain't got no bullets left
Chambea, pull!
Motherfukker, you ain't got no bullets left
I always hit, I roll again
I always hit, I roll again
I always hit, I roll again (I always hit, I roll again)
I always hit, rrrrah!
[Verse 1: Bad Bunny]
Tell me, parcero (Hah!)
Always with the zeta and we ain't saucy (Prru!)
Already Susan Soltero (Wuh)
Said that the bullet gonna be downpour (Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
Worms like you, I don't tolerate them (Nah)
Motherfukker, you're a p*ssy, you're a reporter (Wuh, wuh), yeh, yeh, yeh
I'm not Don Omar (Don!), but I'm a bandit (Wuh)
That's why I only believe in God (Amen) and my four zero (Prr!)
Yeh, spicy, spicy, like a habanero (Wu-huh!)
If you got thе key, I got the keychain (Prrah!)
Chorus: Bad Bunny]
Chambеa, pull, pull!
Motherfukker, you ain't got no bullets left (Plo!)
Chambea, pull! (Chick)
Motherfukker, you ain't got no bullets left (Plo, plo!)
I always hit, I roll again (Chick)
I always hit, I roll again (Wuh)
I always hit, I roll again
I always hit, I roll again (Ah, ah)
Chambea, pull!
Motherfukker, you ain't got no bullets left (Juh!)
Chambea, pull! (Plo!)
Motherfukker, you ain't got no bullets left
I always hit, I roll again
I always hit, I roll again
I always hit, I roll again
I always hit, rrrrrah!
[Verse 2: Bad Bunny & Ric Flair]
People already know, that's why, I don't even snore
I don't get along with nobody, we flow Stone Cold (What?)
I took out a thousand two hundred and put on a Concord (Hehe)
I've got the bronco's picket (Woo!)
It's not about putting pressure, it's about knowing how to put pressure (Woh)
I'm gonna get your wife on all fours (Ah)
I'm gonna get your wife on all fours (Ah!)
Your face no one's gonna recognize it
It's not about having the track, motherfukker, it's about moving it
You hate my life, but it's because you want to have it, yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh
Because we're living cool, we're living right
Cause there's plenty of bottles and 100 dollar bills
Tryin' to kill me they've spent every bullet in the storehouse
But I'm immortal like Baby Rasta and 50 Cent, yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh (Huh)