Je was op zoek naar: none how bout you (Engels - Spaans)

how 'bout you?"
¿y tú?

(how 'bout you?)
(¿y tú qué?)

nothing. how bout you
siempre chilliando, mujer

how 'bout you, rhonda?
¿y tú, rhonda?

(poo-ahh! how 'bout you?)
(¡poo-ahh! ¿qué hay de vosotras?

an' how 'bout you, fauna?
¿y qué hay de ti, fauna?

(how 'bout yer . . . )
(¿qué hay de tu...?),

how ’bout yourself?
¿qué hay de ti?

(how 'bout girls?)
(¿y qué hay de las chicas?),

how ‘bout us rookies.
¿y qué hay de nosotros, los novatos?.

how 'bout the next contestant?
¿qué tal el siguiente concursante?

"how 'bout a satellite dish?"
--¿y una parabólica?

and how bout hunger and pollution?
y la contaminación?

but how bout listening to old pops for a minute.
pero que tal si escuchamos un minuto al abuelo.

you: hey, so how ‘bout this weather, huh?
usted: hey, por lo que ¿qué tal este tiempo, ¿eh?

how 'bout on a pristine white sand beach? this video will help you make it happen.
este video lo ayudará a hacerlo realidad.

how 'bout it, folks? whatcha say? id dat right?
¿qué hay de eso, amigos? ¿qué decís? ¿es así?

how many gangs are you aware of?’ the child was very mature and said, ‘none. how many were there at your school?’”
¿de cuántas pandillas saben?’ el niño fue muy maduro y contestó: ‘ninguna. ¿cuántas hubo en tu escuela?”

when yer pirate sails, or bilge-pumps, gets into a spot of trouble in a sword fight, or indulges in a drinking bout, you play a short puzzle game.
cuando tus piratas navegan o estan en la popa, se meten en problemas en una pelea de espada, o se dan el gusto de tomar, tu juegas un pe

“bianca and chance, be nice,” kenya says. “this starr’s first party. her folks don’t let her go nowhere.” i cut her a side-eye. “i go to parties, kenya.” “have y’all seen her at any parties ’round here?” kenya asks them. “nope!” “point made. and before you say it, li’l lame white-kid suburb parties don’t count.” chance and bianca snicker. damn, i wish this hoodie could swallow me up somehow. “i bet they be doing molly and shit, don’t they?” chance asks me. “white kids love popping pills.” “and listening to taylor swift,” bianca adds, talking around her thumb. okay, that’s somewhat true, but i’m not telling them that. “nah, actually their parties are pretty dope,” i say. “one time, this boy had j. cole perform at his birthday party.” “damn. for real?” chance asks. “shiiit. bitch, next time invite me. i’ll party with them white kids.” “anyway,” kenya says loudly. “we were talking ’bout running up on denasia. bitch over there dancing with devante.” “ol’ trick,” bianca says. “you know she been running her mouth ’bout you, right? i was in mr. donald’s class last week when aaliyah told me—” chance rolls his eyes. “ugh! mr. donald.” “you just mad he threw you out,” kenya says.
por favor, especifique dos idiomas diferentes