Текст и перевод песни Vico C - El Bueno, el Malo y el Feo

El Bueno, el Malo y el Feo

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

Hey, it's the ugly one's turn, so step up, cover yourself
Instead of one, there are three from the paste, the married ones,
Like he throws at you, like he sees them, from the school of Vico and Edd
Your flow got stuck with the coconut
(How?)
Your dreams of greatness crumble, black boy
And that's why they're blaming us
Hurrying us, talking trash, marginalizing us
Instead of being Tego the one who sings to you
It could be Tego the one who assaults you, pulls out a 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 collar
I get stubborn in the fight,
I'm not to blame for your failure, clown
Leave me for crazy and don't pay attention
Listen to what suits 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 truth is, it doesn't threaten, guasa guasa
I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamp oil ran out)
It's that they can't handle their lazy lyrics
(Who said there were no potatoes left)
I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamp oil ran out)
It's that they can't handle their lazy lyrics
(Who said there were no potatoes left)
Feel my trip
Direct from the underground
With a wild flow
There is no character who lends himself to sabotage
No one can handle the crab mentality
They talk too much and give nothing
Their lamp oil ran out
Many Phillies, many weapons, much bling-bling
And at the moment of truth, they flee like Hussein
I already know those mechanisms
They've been trying to tear 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 eaten bread,
It goes very light, 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 is victory
Doing different things,
Because I'm not stuck, people like me
I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamp oil ran out)
It's that they can't handle their lazy lyrics
(Who said there were no potatoes left)
I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamp oil ran out)
It's that they can't handle their lazy lyrics
(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 my people eat much more than pacman
I have 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 carefully to my complaint, I have lyrics
That can destroy even the earlobe
You abused me behind bars, but now I'm out
(What, What?)
And my defect does not complex me, So-splash, jump cuica,
That what I have the pica pica you can't beat me even in marbles
And look who explains it, chew
Those who crush the critic have arrived
I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamp oil ran out)
It's that they can't handle their lazy lyrics
(Who said there were no potatoes left)
I don't know why they want to throw this way
(Their lamp oil ran out)
It's that they can't handle their lazy lyrics
(Who said there were no potatoes left)