BATICANO traducción al Inglés

Maybe my music is not healthy
But I didn't invent sex or marijuana-huana

Ey, ey, ey, ey
Where are the freaks at? Raise your hand
One more perreo and no let's go
To the Vatican, call your mom so I can ask for your hand, hey

I was in hell when I met a devil
She was selling her soul and I bought it all at once
She was so hot, the hottest friend, let's go, the three of us
Let's go, the three of us, yes

Where are we? I don't know
Who are you'? I don't know (I know)
My God, forgive me because I sinned again
She's h-rny, I know it, let's f-ck, I know it
Oh my God, forgive me, hey, hey

The club is turned up because I arrived
Who is the toughest? Everyone knows it's me
The boss is against it, by law he obeyed
Connected in PR and in New York, York, York, York, ha (Ha, ha)

I made this to piss them off
What else am I going to do if I've already done it to you? (Mmm)
I have already done it to you, yes

Hector Lavoe in France
Toni Kroos in Germany
The one who taught him, Harry, how to do magic?
The hardest in PR, move to Pennsylvania

Yes, yes, don't bother
No, no, no, don't mind
I hope you dream of me when you go to bed, haha

I give it to the snobby girls, I give it to the hood girls
Single mom like Lisha, ey, ey
I kiss with Villana, I kiss with Tokischa, hey
Whoever doesn't like it, heh, why not?

Where are we? I don't know
Who are you'? I don't know
my god forgive me
Because once again I sinned
She's h-rny, I know it, let's f-ck, I know it
Oh my god, forgive me, hey

Maybe my music is not healthy
But I didn't invent sex or marijuana.
Damn those who criticize me
We're 'doing boy' and that stings them, hey

They are fornicating here
The waitress and the preacher
Oh, mommy, she's very rich
Send me a photo of Young Mika

That's got me overthinkin'
The night got kinky
Three fingers in her pussy, in the ass, my pinky
The purple haze like Tinky Winky

One spanking and I'll leave her like Po, hey
I give it to her where she pees, where she poops

God is watching you, God is listening to you
That's what we're teaching our kids

Hey, to believe in God you don't have to be a minister
No man on earth has the right to judge in the name of Christ
I know that He has no idea how I dress today
If it goes down tomorrow, it might catch me at the disco

And if He sees it all, I know that He has seen me
Very drunk in the VIP
He knows by heart the ones I put it into
If I said to you: "I love you, my dear"
I lied to you again
I lied to you again
I lied to you again

Where are we? I don't know
Who are you'? I don't know
my god forgive me
Because once again I sinned
She's h-rny, I know it, let's f-ck, I know it
my god forgive me

Maybe my music isn't-