Feliz Navidad 3 traducción al Inglés

Merry Christmas, you fucking bastards! Ha ha ha!
Aha, aha, aha, winter has arrived
Once again

Again, for the third time
For those who turned around
For those who learned from me, then threw me away
They got muddy, since I live better than you.
Merry Christmas to all of you

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle mothafocka
Again, Daddy Arca giving you what you deserve.
Many fronted and left with their mouths broken.
You won't get very far if you don't quit cocaine addiction

I notice he's sick, I think they're smelling, read
He is pawning his belongings in the sale
While I have the necessary picket
With whom I live and support myself daily

Yup-ah, don't call me a hitman.
They don't even want you in your fucking neighborhood.
It feels badass to wake up overlooking the pool.
And have the big car parked in the canopy

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
For those who fought with balls
You tell me if you want to die, you bastards.
Since we're killing piglets this Christmas, prra
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas (and what happened?)
For those who fought with balls
Without much effort I invoice with ease
I am the evil elf of fucking Christmas

Ok, moving on, who else is on the list?
As far as I remember, Luian, for the track
(Wait a minute, let's see who)
My friend, that lying scoundrel
Nobody believes you anymore, make an adjustment to your movie
If I were you, I'd add a little shine.
I don't count on anyone, but I also have a group.

And they are powerful, armed and dangerous.
We hit the music in the face with the kids in the bullring
Thanks to my talent I enjoy what I want
If I had been born blind I would not fail at counting money.
And I would fix it up nice and ironed
With your face looking up, very pretty

It's easy for you to talk about what you don't have.
The paper holds everything, everything that suits you.
I continue from twenty to twenty, from one hundred to one hundred
With the rubber band in the middle so that the square is correct, yes

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
For those who fought with balls
You tell me if you want to die, you bastards.
Since we're killing piglets this Christmas, prra
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas (and what happened?)
For those who fought with balls
Without much effort I invoice with ease
I am the evil elf of fucking Christmas

It's already 25 and I'm still running around like crazy.
I'm turning everything I touch into gold
Song by song, I break the track
And even without rehearsing more than you, I emphasize, urgh

My bad, that you are not up to date
Don't have a party, if it doesn't work, there are no royalties.
Okay, I accept that his failure is my fault.
That's what happens to them for messing with the owner of the road.

My mom
What a delicious picket!
No matter how much I put up with it, you know that the kid will put it in
Illiterate, before inventing with the doctor
First they have to graduate from college

We sat near the pilot and the cockpit
You guys usually sit behind the curtain (oh, my God)
I even thought you were the chef (correct)
When I saw you sitting next to the kitchen

Okay bro
Yup
Archangel, pa'
Austin, The Maravish
Leave, leave Marash

All right
Tell me, Luian
Musicologist and Menes (Flow Factory)
Merry Christmas, you little darling!

Daddy, listen to what I'm going to tell you, this is simple (super)
Don't bother me with miles, or trips (no), or anything like that.
Now is when you're seeing the sunlight, okay?
Do you understand?

Little producers, now you are seeing work
Now you are making it, I say, I say
Billing no (no, not that one), that word is big
You guys are selling it now, that's how it is.

Take it easy
Turn down the radio volume a little (yes)
The music is too loud for you (turn it down) prraa

Arcangel pa', Papi Arca (Mr. Cash and Carry)
I'm not going to continue fighting (anything), really.
I'm not interested in having a robot answer me backwards.
I'm interested in you answering me.
I'm going to leave mine to kill you a little, porra

Papi Arca, Mr. Cash and Carry
Merry Christmas, you slobbering bastard!
Prra, prra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Prrra, prrra, tfuh, tfuh, fulete
Mobile grenades

Yup, that's it.
Daddy (hey), so you know
Those singers who have never been able to find themselves
Seven, eight, seven, two, five, seven, eight, three, nine three
The number remains the same, Flow Factory
The company is not going bankrupt, partner (like many others)
Every year we get stronger, tougher, prrra