Que Me Entierren Con Rumba
Big Metra
Bury Me with Rumba
If I happen to die first, oh bury me with rumba
This is my last wish, I ask for it as a sonero
If I happen to die first, oh bury me with rumba
This is my last wish, I ask for it as a sonero
When I die, I don't want people to cry
Better they dance and everyone sings my songs
I want salsa, reggaeton, hip-hop, and rumba
As MC Lu-K says, graffiti my grave
Let my essence remain forever in the minds
Of those who listened to me before I was absent
This is a wish I want to come true
The women in my life should know I loved them
Now in heaven, a party awaits me
DJ 2pack and the master on the turntables
Imagine what kind of orchestra, sugar!!!
I will listen to the queen of salsa, Celia Cruz
Hector La Boy
Santaneros in the skyclub (aha)
Timbara, timbara, timbarinbamba
The whole universe, this is how it will sound
If I happen to die first, oh bury me with rumba
This is my last wish, I ask for it as a sonero
If I happen to die first, oh bury me with rumba
This is my last wish, I ask for it as a sonero
Not competing with anyone
Simply doing what is mine and what is yours
Singing to the white and the black in the style of Ismael Rivera
Like a beast that releases positive energy, not destructive, 100% Latino
For those who wanted it and asked for it, the day has come
To break those chains that divide us by colors
Through my veins runs the blood of warriors and champions
If I happen to die first, oh bury me with rumba
This is my last wish, I ask for it as a sonero
If I happen to die first, oh bury me with rumba
This is my last wish, I ask for it as a sonero
Directly singing to my people in the style of Tito Fuentes
Wherever they are, I know they keep playing timbales,
Give me the bass and the clave
Forming the perfect partnership
Puerto Rican roots, Mexican pure fire for the buddies
What I bring is pure fire, I keep my secrets
Like Moctezuma did, let it rise
My neighborhood chant to the streets of Cuba
Now it is heard and will continue to be heard knowing
That I always maintain my origin and carry
That way in my eyes jumping that I have the flavor
Just like the great sonero Oscar Larion
To the queen of salsa Celia Cruz, Hector La Boy,
Santaneros in the skyclub (aha)
Timbara, timbara, timbarinbamba
The whole universe, this is how it will sound
If I happen to die first, oh bury me with rumba
This is my last wish, I ask for it as a sonero
If I happen to die first, oh bury me with rumba
This is my last wish, I ask for it as a sonero
