Paroles et traduction Vico C - El Bueno, El Malo Y El Feo (feat. Tego Calderon Y Eddie Dee)

El Bueno, El Malo Y El Feo (feat. Tego Calderon Y Eddie Dee)

Oye, El turno es del feo asi que tirate, tapate
En vez de uno son tres de la paste los mariè,
Como el te tira como las ve, de la escuela de vico y el edd
A ti se te tranco el bolo con el cocolo
(¿Como?)
Tus sueño de grandeza los esmorona negrolo
Y eso que estan culpandonos
Ajorandonos, hablando bazofia marginandonos
En ves de ser, Tego el que te canta
Podria ser, Tego el que te asalta, saco e'trampa
Lucho pa' que mi hija nunca pase hambre
Por esa tienen que matarme
Y no te crea que es de boca, pa' fuera cantoe'collera
Me pongo necio en la ruñidera,
Yo no tengo culpa de tu fracaso, payaso
Dejame por loco y no hagas caso
Oye lo que te conviene, llora, llora nene
Gente como tu sin control me tiene
Tu no pagas mis deudas, ni me das plata
Y es que de verdad no amenaza, guasa guasa

Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a sus lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a sus lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)

Siente mi viaje
Directo del clandestinaje
Con un flow salvaje
No hay personaje que se preste pal sabotaje
No hay quien pueda con el cangrinaje
Hablan de mas, y no dan pa' na
Se les acabo el aceite a sus lamparas
Muchos philly, muchas armas, mucho bling-bling
Y ala hora de la verdad, salen huyendo como Hussein
Esos mecanismo ya yo los conosco
Llevan mil años tratando de tumbarme el quiosco
No se comparan con la letra mia,
Porque viven en la isla pero de la fantasia
Pana mio, no te duermas con el trio
Pa' nosotros esto es pan comio,
Va muy ligero ni sueñes con ser primero
Donde manda capitan no manda marinero
Esto es conjunto pa' la historia
De Puerto Rico pal mundo es victoria
Haciendo cosas diferentes,
Porque yo no estoy pegao yo le gusto a la gente

Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a su lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a su lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)

Aqui llego el mas que tiene muela
Mas clasico que doña fela
El arquitecto de la vieja escuela
Y se cancelan los planes de los que me celan
Ahora vamos a ver, si el gas pela
Porque el pueblo mio come mucho mas que pacman
Tengo mucho mas trucos que el cinturon de batman
Tus palabras contra la mia se te gastan
Con lo tuyo se aburren, con lo mio se arrastran
Aqui esta el bueno, el malo y el feo
Tirando tras nosotros cascaritas de guineo
Pa'l que nos persiga se resbale, Fua
Pa'l que habla del tecato y se le bira la quijà
Gobierno, escucha bien mi queja, que tengo liricas
Que pueden destrosar hasta el chicho de la oreja
De mi abusastes tras las rejas, pero ahora estoy afuera
(¿Que, Que?)
Y mi defecto no me acompleja, So-salpica, brinca cuica,
Que lo que tengo el pica pica tu no me ganas ni en canica
Y mira aquien se lo explica, mastica
Llegaron los que aplastan al que critica

Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a su lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa'ca
(Se le acabo el aceite, a su lampara)
Es que no pueden con su letras tan sangana
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na papa)

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly (feat. Tego Calderon & Eddie Dee)

Listen, it's the ugly one's turn, so step up, cover up
Instead of one, there are three from the paste, the married ones,
Like it throws at you, as it sees them, from the school of Vico and Edd
Your bowling ball got stuck with the cocolo
(How?)
Your dreams of greatness crumble, negrolo
And that's why they're blaming us
Pressuring us, talking trash, marginalizing us
Instead of being, Tego the one who sings to you
It could be, Tego the one who assaults you, a sack of tricks
I fight so my daughter never goes hungry
For that, they have to kill me
And don't believe it's just talk, I sing with a collar outside
I get stubborn in the fight,
I'm not to blame for your failure, clown
Think I'm crazy and ignore me
Listen to what's good for you, cry, cry baby
People like you out of control have me
You don't pay my debts, nor do you give me money
And it's true, it's not a threat, guasa guasa

That I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
It's that they can't handle their lyrics so lazy
(Who said there was no potato left)
That I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
It's that they can't handle their lyrics so lazy
(Who said there was no potato left)

Feel my journey
Direct from the underground
With a wild flow
There is no character that lends itself to sabotage
No one can handle the crab mentality
They talk too much, and they don't give anything
Their lamps ran out of oil
Many Phillies, many weapons, a lot of bling-bling
And at the moment of truth, they flee like Hussein
I already know those mechanisms
They've been trying to knock down my kiosk for a thousand years
They don't compare to my lyrics,
Because they live on the island but of fantasy
My friend, don't fall asleep with the trio
For us, this is bread eaten,
It goes very lightly, don't even dream of being first
Where the captain commands, the sailor does not command
This is a group for history
From Puerto Rico to the world, it's victory
Doing different things,
Because I'm not stuck, people like me

That I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
It's that they can't handle their lyrics so lazy
(Who said there was no potato left)
That I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
It's that they can't handle their lyrics so lazy
(Who said there was no potato left)

Here comes the one with the most teeth
More classic than Doña Fela
The architect of the old school
And the plans of those who are jealous of me are canceled
Now let's see if the gas peels
Because my people eat much more than Pacman
I have many more tricks than Batman's belt
Your words against mine wear out
With yours they get bored, with mine they crawl
Here is the good, the bad, and the ugly
Throwing banana peels after us
So that whoever chases us slips, Fua
For the one who talks about the junkie and his jaw turns
Government, listen well to my complaint, I have lyrics
That can destroy even the earwax
You abused me behind bars, but now I'm out
(What, What?)
And my flaw doesn't make me complex, Splash, jump, cuica,
That what I have, the pica pica, you can't beat me even in canica
And look who explains it to him, chew
Those who crush the critic arrived

That I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
It's that they can't handle their lyrics so lazy
(Who said there was no potato left)
That I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
It's that they can't handle their lyrics so lazy
(Who said there was no potato left)