Текст и перевод песни Vico C - El Bueno, El Malo Y El Feo (feat. Tego Calderon Y Eddie Dee) (Dance Hall)

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

Oye, el turno es del feo asi que tirate, tapate,
En vez de uno son tres de la paste los marie,
Soy el que tira como las ve, de la escuela de Vico y el E-d-d
A ti se te tranco el bolo con el cocolo
(¿Como?)
Tus sueño de grandeza los esborono, 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 eso tienen que matarme
Y no te crea que es de boca, pa′ fuera canto e' 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.
-CORO-
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)
Sigo en mi viaje
Directo del clandestinaje
Con un flow salvaje
No hay personaje que se preste pa′l 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 suite, 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 junte pa' la historia
De Puerto Rico pa′l mundo en victoria
Haciendo cosas diferentes,
Porque yo no estoy pegao yo le gusto a la gente.
-CORO-
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 lo 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, Jua
Pa'l que habla del tecato y se le bira la quija
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.
-CORO-
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) (Dancehall)

Hey, it's the ugly one's turn, so take cover, girl,
Instead of one, there are three of us from the paste, the Marie,
I'm the one who throws it like he sees it, from the school of Vico and E-d-d,
Your flow got stuck with the coconut,
(How?)
I erased your dreams of greatness, little black boy,
And they're blaming us for that,
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, saca e′ trampa,
I fight so my daughter never goes hungry,
That's why they have to kill me,
And don't think it's just talk, I sing loudly,
I get tough 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 with no control have me,
You don't pay my debts, nor do you give me money,
And the truth is, you're no threat, Guasa Guasa.
-CHORUS-
I don't know why they wanna mess with us,
(Their lamps ran out of oil,)
They just can't handle our lyrics so raw,
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)
I don't know why they wanna mess with us,
(Their lamps ran out of oil,)
They just can't handle our lyrics so raw,
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)
I'm still on my journey,
Straight from the underground,
With a wild flow,
There's no character who can sabotage me,
No one can handle the hustle,
They talk too much, and they're good for nothing,
Their lamps ran out of oil,
Many suites, many weapons, lots of bling-bling,
And when it comes down to it, they flee like Hussein,
I already know those mechanisms,
They've been trying to knock down my kiosk for a thousand years,
They can't compare to my lyrics,
Because they live on the island, but in a fantasy,
My friend, don't fall asleep with the trio,
For us, this is easy,
You're going too fast, don't even dream of being first,
Where the captain commands, the sailor doesn't,
This is a gathering for history,
From Puerto Rico to the world in victory,
Doing things differently,
Because I'm not stuck, people like me.
-CHORUS-
I don't know why they wanna mess with us,
(Their lamps ran out of oil,)
They just can't handle our lyrics so raw,
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)
I don't know why they wanna mess with us,
(Their lamps ran out of oil,)
They just can't handle our lyrics so raw,
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)
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 envy 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,
They get bored with yours, they crawl with mine,
Here's the good, the bad, and the ugly,
Throwing banana peels behind us, Jua,
So whoever chases us slips, Jua,
For the one who talks about the junkie and his planchette 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 defect doesn't complex me, So-splash, jump cuica,
What I have, the pica pica, you can't beat me even in canica,
And look who explains it to you, chew,
The ones who crush the critics have arrived.
-CHORUS-
I don't know why they wanna mess with us,
(Their lamps ran out of oil,)
They just can't handle our lyrics so raw,
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)
I don't know why they wanna mess with us,
(Their lamps ran out of oil,)
They just can't handle our lyrics so raw,
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)