Cosa Buena - Tego Calderón
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Cosa Buena - Tego Calderón

Год
2014
Язык
`Spanish`
Длительность
202390

Below is the lyrics of the song Cosa Buena , artist - Tego Calderón with translation

Lyrics " Cosa Buena "

Original text with translation

Cosa Buena

Tego Calderón

Оригинальный текст

Aja aja yo!

Deja te llevar carnal lo diferente

El abayarde

Tego Calde Dj Black

Mira quien llega, cosa buena

El negro Calde' sin problema

No se apenen

Porque miren este sandungueo es pa' las mujeres

No se alteren ni me fantasmeen

Pa' que se enteren convivo hasta sin papeles

Sino te gusta el bellaqueo no me condene

Datela pal carajo y no me suene

Pa' los gustos los colores

Le canto a los malechores

Y a esos pollitos que se viven mis canciones

Son supuesto reales que na' componen

Que son maleantes pero mañana pueden ser lechones

Mi flow le asusta porque se ajusta

A lo que gusta

Sino lo tengo se busca

Un nuevo sistema

Que la pista llena

Alegría pa' tu cuerpo sin macarena

La cosa se tranca

Ya no hay candanza

Llego el que canta

Y de la silla los levanta

Sin hacer trampa bravo como atlanta

Aquí no escampa

Aguanta que llego grandpa'

Mamazota mueve la palcela olvida las penas

Que lo que traigo es maicena

Dale hasta abajo

Si viras el trago yo pago

Y si te pones fresca te guallo

Ese cayo de solo verte yo fallo

Si como baila chinga hagamos el ensallo

En lo claro vamonos y nos matamos

Sin compromiso acabamos y chekiamo

Echumbarte como un aguacero e mayo

Y dar tabla por ahí pa bajo hasta el desmayo

Galopéame como caballo

Hacer cabo, mucha cintura y te llevo el que te trajo

Mira quien llega, cosa buena

El negro Calde' sin problema

No se apenen

Porque miren este sandungueo es pa' las mujeres

No se alteren ni me fantasmeen

Pa' que se enteren convivo hasta sin papeles

Sino te gusta el bellaqueo no me condenen

Datela pal carajo y no me suenen

Pa' los gustos los colores

Le canto a los malechores

Y a esos pollitos que se viven mis canciones

Son supuesto reales que na' componen

Que son maleantes pero mañana pueden ser lechones

Tego calderón ‘el abayarde'.

Black.

Si tiro duro sufres, si tiro suave lloras

Es que tu eres muy mamao' po' inventar con Calderona

Con dj Black el Aballarde

A fuego en el 2002 pa luego es tarde

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Aha aha me!

Let you carry carnal what is different

the abayarde

Tego Calde Dj Black

Look who's coming, good thing

The black Calde' without problem

don't grieve

Because look at this sandungueo is for women

Do not get upset or fantasize me

So that they find out, I even live without papers

If you don't like the bellaqueo, don't condemn me

Give it to me for hell and don't ring a bell

For the tastes the colors

I sing to malefactors

And to those chicks that live my songs

They are supposedly real that they don't make up

That they are thugs but tomorrow they can be piglets

My flow scares her because she adjusts

to what you like

If I don't have it, I look for it

a new system

that the track is full

Joy for your body without macarena

The thing is stuck

there is no candanza

The one who sings arrived

And from the chair he lifts them

No cheating bravo like Atlanta

It doesn't clear here

Hold on grandpa' arrived

Mamazota moves the palace forgets the sorrows

That what I bring is cornstarch

give it all the way down

If you turn the drink I pay

And if you get fresh I'll fuck you

That fell from just seeing you I failed

If how she dances chinga let's do the salad

In the clear let's go and kill ourselves

Without commitment we finish and chekiamo

Throw you away like a downpour in May

And give a table out there pa low until fainting

gallop me like a horse

Make a cape, a lot of waist and I'll take the one that brought you

Look who's coming, good thing

The black Calde' without problem

don't grieve

Because look at this sandungueo is for women

Do not get upset or fantasize me

So that they find out, I even live without papers

If you don't like bellaqueo, don't condemn me

Give it to me for hell and don't ring a bell

For the tastes the colors

I sing to malefactors

And to those chicks that live my songs

They are supposedly real that they don't make up

That they are thugs but tomorrow they can be piglets

Tego calderón 'the abayarde'.

Black.

If I shoot hard you suffer, if I shoot soft you cry

It is that you are very mamao' po' invent with Calderona

With dj Black el Aballarde

On fire in 2002 for later it's too late

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