Текст и перевод песни Tego Calderon feat. Arcangel - Hablan De Mi

Hablan De Mi

Anoche con mi santo tuve un sueño
Que estaban difamándome a mí
Cuenta me di como quiera gabela te di

Y yo no sé por qué tú hablas de mi
Pero yo no tengo que hablar de ti
Sera que te molesta mi fama
Y la manera en que me busco mi lana
Yo no sé por qué tú hablas de mi
Pero yo no tengo que hablar de ti
Sera que te molesta mi fama
Y la manera en que me busco mi lana

Y yo no sé por qué tu tiene mala fe
Yo simplemente hago lo que yo tengo que hace
Pa′ mantene mis nenes
Por qué tú me temes
Y sin cojones me tiene lo que tú tienes

Si yo soy así y vivo feliz
Y pa mi tu fucking flow es super trilili
No es que tu tiene pa mi e' tintao a lápiz
Tego calderón otra vez clase gratis

Pa′ que aprendan a rima y a canta
Pa' que aprendan del papa de e'ta pendeja
Orita zumba al tío, vallase pa′ ya
A ver si son guapo de verdad

A ver si en verdad que son matones
A ver si e verdad que tienen cojones
A ver si es verdad que tú le metes
Yo conozco al mono por más que se trepe

En la recta de la envidia
Donde progresar, yo sé que te fastidia
Por qué tengo el equipo el trabuco
Ronca Arca aja dile
Calderon el Cuco

Arcángel pa′ no digas más na
Somos los villanos de tu película
A la misma vez, los protagonistas
Lo que le dan fin a tu carrera e lyricista

No insista
Haz la fila y coge un turno
Te toca el número 100 en la lista
Respeta

Y yo no sé por qué tú hablas de mi
Pero yo no tengo que hablar de ti
Sera que le molesta mi fama
O la manera que me busco mi lana
Yo no sé por qué tú hablas de mi
Pero yo no tengo que hablar de ti
Sera que le molesta mi fama
O La manera que me busco mi lana

Y si le pica se sana pa que se rasque
Lo pierden al capearse y seguro lo veré guayarse
Doble cara e' cartón siempre lo han sido
Ten cuidao no te toque un pasaje al mundo frío
Yo subo como tú nunca ha podio
Encontrado y mantenio siempre de to lo mío

Es el negro y arca mio, colaborando
Humildemente pero frontiando
Grabo con los que le meten y se lo merecen
Mucho suben rápido, así mismo desaparecen

Con lengua suelta como Gabete
Se quedan fony como un bonsái nunca crece
Si muevo el kilo o libreta te saco la empresa
Cabréame mi palabra pesa
Bandido con reputación intacta sin mancha
Se le fue el avión y peldio la lancha

Anoche con mi santo tuve un sueño
Que estaban difamándome a mí
Cuenta me di como quiera gabela te di

Y yo no sé por qué tú hablas de mi
Pero yo no tengo que hablar de ti
Sera que le molesta mi fama
O la manera en que me busco mi lana
Yo no sé por qué tú hablas de mi
Pero yo no tengo que hablar de ti
Sera que le molesta mi fama
O la manera en que me busco mi lana

They Talk About Me

Last night, I had a dream with my saint,
That they were defaming me.
I realized, I gave you respect anyway.

And I don't know why you talk about me,
But I don't have to talk about you.
Could it be that my fame bothers you,
And the way I get my money?
I don't know why you talk about me,
But I don't have to talk about you.
Could it be that my fame bothers you,
And the way I get my money?

And I don't know why you have bad faith,
I simply do what I have to do
To support my kids,
Why do you fear me?
And without balls, you have what I have.

If I am like this and I live happy,
And for me, your fucking flow is super trite,
It's not that you are inked in pencil for me,
Tego Calderon, another free class.

So they learn to rhyme and sing,
So they learn from the father of this chick,
Right now, buzz off uncle, get out of here,
Let's see if you are really tough.

Let's see if you are really thugs,
Let's see if you really have balls,
Let's see if it's true that you put in,
I know the monkey no matter how high it climbs.

On the straight path of envy,
Where progressing, I know it annoys you,
Because I have the team, the heavy artillery,
Ronca Arca aja tell her,
Calderon the Boogeyman.

Arcangel, so you don't say anything else,
We are the villains of your movie,
At the same time, the protagonists,
Those who put an end to your career as a lyricist.

Don't insist,
Get in line and take a number,
You are number 100 on the list,
Respect.

And I don't know why you talk about me,
But I don't have to talk about you.
Could it be that my fame bothers you,
Or the way I get my money?
I don't know why you talk about me,
But I don't have to talk about you.
Could it be that my fame bothers you,
Or the way I get my money?

And if it itches, it heals so you can scratch,
They lose when they show off and I'll surely see them whining.
Two-faced cardboard they have always been,
Be careful, you might not get a ticket to the cold world.
I rise like you never could,
Found and maintained, always from all of mine.

It's the black man and my ark, collaborating,
Humbly but fronting,
I record with those who put in and deserve it,
Many rise fast, just as quickly they disappear.

With a loose tongue like Gabete,
They stay phony like a bonsai, never growing.
If I move the kilo or notebook, I'll take you out of business,
Piss me off, my word weighs,
Bandit with an intact reputation, without stain,
He missed the plane and lost the boat.

Last night, I had a dream with my saint,
That they were defaming me.
I realized, I gave you respect anyway.

And I don't know why you talk about me,
But I don't have to talk about you.
Could it be that my fame bothers you,
Or the way I get my money?
I don't know why you talk about me,
But I don't have to talk about you.
Could it be that my fame bothers you,
Or the way I get my money?