El Bueno, el Malo y el Feo (The Good, the Bad & the Ugly) [Reggaeton Remix] - Tego Calderón , Vico C , Eddie Dee перевод на английский

El Bueno, el Malo y el Feo (The Good, the Bad & the Ugly) [Reggaeton Remix]

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 con los 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 destrozar hasta el chicho de la oreja
De mi abusaste 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)

El Bueno, el Malo y el Feo (The Good, the Bad & the Ugly) [Reggaeton Remix]

Hey, it's the ugly one's turn, so step up, cover yourself,
Instead of one, there are three of us from the paste, the married ones,
Like I throw it at you, like you see it, from the school of Vico and Edd,
Your flow got stuck with the cocolo
(How?)
Your dreams of greatness are crumbling, negrolo
And they are blaming us,
Pressuring us, talking trash, marginalizing us,
Instead of being Tego, the one who sings to you,
I could be Tego, the one who assaults you, pulls out the trap,
I fight so that my daughter never goes hungry,
That's why they have to kill me,
And don't think 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 suits you, cry, cry baby,
People like you without control have me,
You don't pay my debts, nor do you give me money,
And it's true, you don't threaten, guasa guasa,
I don't know why they want to come this way,
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
They can't handle their lyrics so weak,
(Who said there were no potatoes left?)
I don't know why they want to come this way,
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
They can't handle their lyrics so weak,
(Who said there were no potatoes left?)
Feel my journey,
Straight from the underground,
With a wild flow,
There's no character who lends himself to sabotage,
No one can handle the crab mentality,
They talk too much and don't give anything,
Their lamps ran out of oil,
Lots of Philly, lots of guns, lots of bling-bling,
And when it comes down to it, they run away 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 fast, 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,
I don't know why they want to come this way,
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
They can't handle their lyrics so weak,
(Who said there were no potatoes left?)
I don't know why they want to come this way,
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
They can't handle their lyrics so weak,
(Who said there were no potatoes 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 with mine, you 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 behind us,
So that whoever chases us slips, Fua,
For the one who talks about the junkie and his jaw turns,
Government, listen carefully to my complaint, that I have lyrics,
That can destroy even the earwax,
You abused me behind bars, but now I'm out,
(What, What?)
And my flaws don't complex me, So-splash, jump cuica,
That what I have, the pica pica, you can't even beat me at marbles,
And look who I'm explaining it to, chew,
The ones who crush the critics have arrived,
I don't know why they want to come this way,
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
They can't handle their lyrics so weak,
(Who said there were no potatoes left?)
I don't know why they want to come this way,
(Their lamps ran out of oil)
They can't handle their lyrics so weak,
(Who said there were no potatoes left?)