Текст и перевод песни Vico C - El Bueno, El Malo Y El Feo (The Good, The Bad & The Ugly) - Feat. Tego Calderón And Eddie Dee

El Bueno, El Malo Y El Feo (The Good, The Bad & The Ugly) - Feat. Tego Calderón And Eddie Dee

Oye, el turno es del feo
Asi que tirate esta pa' ti
En vez de uno son tres
De la peste los maríe
Soy el que tira como las ve
De la escuela de Vico y del E-D-D
A ti se te tranco el bolo con el cocolo
Tus sueños de grandeza los esborono, negrolo
Y eso que estan culpandonos
Ajorandonos, hablando basofia, marginandonos
En vez de ser Tego el que te canta
Podria ser Tego el que te asalta
Saco de trampa
Lucho pa' que mi hija nunca pase hambre
Por eso tienen que matarme
Y no te creas que es de boca pa' fuera, canto de collera
Me pongo necio en la rundiñera
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 el que es de verdad no amenaza, guasa guasa
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa' aca
(Se les acabo el aceite a sus lamparas!)
Y es que no pueden con sus letras tan sanganas
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na', papa?)
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa' aca
(Se les acabo el aceite a sus lamparas!)
Y es que no pueden con sus letras tan sanganas
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na', papa?)
Sigo en 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 en sus lamparas
Muchos suite, muchas armas, mucho bling bling
Y a la hora de la verdad salen huyendo como Hussein
Esos mecanismos ya yo los conozco
Llevan mil años tratando de tumbarme el kiosko
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 comío
Va muy ligero, y sueña con ser primero
Donde manda capitan no manda marinero
Esto es un junte pa' la historia
De Puerto Rico pal mundo en victoria
Haciendo cosas diferentes
Porque yo no estoy pegao', yo le gusto a la gente
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa' aca
(Se les acabo el aceite a sus lamparas!)
Y es que no pueden con sus letras tan sanganas
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na', papa?)
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa' aca
(Se les acabo el aceite a sus lamparas!)
Y es que no pueden con sus letras tan sanganas
(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 vamo'a ver si el gas pela
Porque lo mio come mas que Pac-Man
Tengo muchos mas trucos que el cinturon de Batman
Tus palabras contra las mias se te gastan
Con lo tuyo se aburren, con lo mio se arrastran
Aqui estan el bueno, el malo, y el feo
Tirando 'tras nosotros cascaritas de guineo
Pa' que el que nos persiga se resbale
Pal que hable del tecato se le vire la quija
Gobierno, escucha bien mi queja
Te tengo lirica que puede destrozarte el chicho de la oreja
De mi abusastes 'tras las rejas
Pero ahora estoy afuera, y mis defectos no me acompleja
So salpica, brinca cuica
Que lo que tengo es pica-pica
Tu no me ganas ni en canicas
Y mira quien se los explica, mastica
Llegaron los que aplastan al que critica
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa' aca
(Se les acabo el aceite a sus lamparas!)
Y es que no pueden con sus letras tan sanganas
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na', papa?)
Que yo no se porque ellos quieren tirar pa' aca
(Se les acabo el aceite a sus lamparas!)
Y es que no pueden con sus letras tan sanganas
(Quien dijo que no quedaba na', papa?)

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly - Feat. Tego Calderón And Eddie Dee

Hey, it's the ugly one's turn
So take this, it's for you
Instead of one, there are three
From the plague, I married them
I'm the one who shoots like he sees 'em
From the school of Vico and E-D-D
Your flow got stuck with the cocolo
Your dreams of greatness I erase, negrolo
And that's even though they're blaming us
Harassing us, talking trash, marginalizing us
Instead of Tego being the one who sings to you
It could be Tego who assaults you
Out of the trap
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 with a partner
I get stubborn in the dance
I'm not to blame for your failure, clown
Think I'm crazy and pay no attention
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 the one who's real doesn't threaten, blah blah
I don't know why they want to come at us
(Their lamps ran out of oil!)
And it's because they can't handle their lyrics so weak
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)
I don't know why they want to come at us
(Their lamps ran out of oil!)
And it's because they can't handle their lyrics so weak
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)
I continue my journey
Straight from the underground, with a wild flow
There's no character who lends themselves to sabotage
No one can handle the thug life
They talk too much and don't deliver anything
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 don't compare to my lyrics
Because they live on the island, but of fantasy
My dude, don't sleep on the trio
For us, this is a piece of cake
He goes too fast, and dreams of being first
Where the captain commands, the sailor does not
This is a gathering for history
From Puerto Rico to the world in victory
Doing things differently
Because I'm not just popular, people like me
I don't know why they want to come at us
(Their lamps ran out of oil!)
And it's because they can't handle their lyrics so weak
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)
I don't know why they want to come at us
(Their lamps ran out of oil!)
And it's because they can't handle their lyrics so weak
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)
Here comes the one with the most talk
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 mine eats more than Pac-Man
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 are the good, the bad, and the ugly
Throwing banana peels behind us
So that whoever chases us slips
For those who talk about the addict, their ouija board will turn
Government, listen carefully to my complaint
I have lyrics that can shatter your eardrum
You abused me behind bars
But now I'm out, and my flaws don't complex me
So splash, jump cuica
What I have is itchy-itchy
You can't beat me even in canicas
And look who explains it to you, chew
The ones who crush the critic have arrived
I don't know why they want to come at us
(Their lamps ran out of oil!)
And it's because they can't handle their lyrics so weak
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)
I don't know why they want to come at us
(Their lamps ran out of oil!)
And it's because they can't handle their lyrics so weak
(Who said there was nothing left, papa?)