Come Callao - Xcese

Letra de ''Come callao''

Come callao, come callao

Come callao no seas aficionao

Que es un pecao hablar demasiao

Tú no has estao jamás en ganao

Vive flipao en tu peli montao

Empericao ¿Quién coño ta' dao

Esa licencia pa' hablar endiosao?

Sapo olvidao, ¿Tú a quién has matao?

Quita de aquí no te quiero a mi lao

Fuma callao, no seas paquetero

Siempre el negocio lo jode un bultero

Trata de cómo se gana el dinero

Pero en la vida he jugado ese juego

Cuando se forme caerá primero

Luego dirá que era una alter ego

Y canta allí como un jilguero

Cuando lo manden pal agujero

Porque todos saben que no hagas la liga

No sé de qué coño te las tiras

Vende el cuento de que es un suicida

Pero empieza el lío y él se da a la huida

Socio yo ya me conozco esa posse

Te veo el plumero con cada frase

No bebo Lean no como Percocets

Tú lo que eres un yonkie de tanto desfase

Ni tu familia te quiere, pare

Pasas media vida clavando puñales

Ya veremos si eres tan de calle

Cuando apunte abajo tus genitales

Si fueras capo no darías detalles

Ni hablarías de cosas de las que no sabes

Yo te doy tutas del ghetto, mierda cagao, así que

Come callao, come callao

¿Si no eres del ghetto, si no eres capo

Entonces de qué te las tiras, sapo?

Que mueves paquetes, que mueves fardos

Hay que ser imbécil para contarlo

Yo no soy El Chapo, yo no soy gente

Pero no me gustan los confidentes

Tú crees que enseñarlos es de valiente

Y aparte de bobo eres inconsciente

Voy a financiar mi vida con eso

Hoceando en la calle, sí, lo confieso

Buscar beneficio, buscar progreso

Algo de lo que no estoy orgulloso

Pero he de decir que no me arrepiento

De hacer lo que hice en cada momento

Jamás disfruté con el sufrimiento

Sacaba mi hogar adelante y punto

Usaba mi código callejero

Mi vida basada en buscar dinero

Tranquilo a lo mío, así lo prefiero

Modera tu lengua de paqueteo

Tú lo que haces es chotar, para

Sólo haces perjudicar, para

Tarde o temprano te dis-paran

Por chota de lloverán balas

Pide ya a gritos un correctivo

Y no perteneces al colectivo

Eres un tipo de nivel pasivo

Pronto te llegará tu castigo

adolescentes

Contándoles pelis de traficantes

Pero es que la calle ya está caliente

Papi, así que tú…

Come callao, come callao

Lyrics of ''Come callao''

Eat shut up, eat shut up

eat shut up don't be a fan

That it is a sin to talk too much

You have never been in win

Live flipao in your movie montao

Empericao Who the fuck ta' dao

That license to speak godlike?

Forgotten toad, who have you killed?

Get away from here I don't want you by my side

Smoke, shut up, don't be a packager

The business is always screwed by a bultero

It's about how money is made

But never in life have I played that game

When it forms it will fall first

Then he will say that it was an alter ego

And she sings there like a goldfinch

When they send it to the hole

Because everyone knows not to do the league

I don't know what the hell you're fucking

Sell ​​the story that he is suicidal

But the mess starts and he runs away

Partner I already know that posse

I see you the feather duster with each sentence

I don't drink Lean I don't eat Percocets

You, what a junkie you are so out of date

Not even your family loves you, stop

You spend half your life sticking daggers

We'll see if you're so street

When I point down your genitals

If you were a boss you wouldn't give details

You wouldn't even talk about things you don't know about

I give you ghetto tutas, shit shit, so

Eat shut up, eat shut up

If you're not from the ghetto, if you're not a capo

So what are you fucking about, toad?

That you move packages, that you move bales

You have to be stupid to tell

I am not El Chapo, I am not people

But I don't like confidants

You think teaching them is brave

And apart from stupid you are unconscious

I'll finance my life with it

Hopping on the street, yes, I confess

Seek profit, seek progress

Something I'm not proud of

But I have to say that I do not regret it

To do what I did at every moment

I never enjoyed suffering

I took my home forward and period

I used my street code

My life based on looking for money

Quiet to mine, that's how I prefer it

Moderate your packaging language

What you do is chortar, stop

You only do harm, to

Sooner or later they shoot you

By chota de bullets will rain

Ask for a corrective now

And you don't belong to the collective

You are a passive level type

Soon your punishment will come

teenagers

Telling them drug dealer movies

But the thing is that the street is already hot

Daddy, so you...

Eat shut up, eat shut up