La Vida
Que lo que pasa?
El Tego Calderon!
El aballarde!
Con Loony Tune y Noriega
El Desafio!
Le doy con lo mio, papi
Pa' que sepa.
Oye...
Pa' mi que a u'tede le apesta la vida
Me tiene cara que su furia e' de mentira
Llego el suicida
El que lo liquida
El que le hace el culo sangre a to' el que le tira
Pa' mi que a u'tede le apesta la vida
Me tiene cara que su furia e' de mentira
Llego el suicida
El que lo liquida
El que le hace el culo sangre a to' el que le tira
Me da lo mismo si me odian o no
Yo naci con la virtud
El songo lo pongo yo
Lo que te vengo a traer
La cosa no es como ayer
El jibaro eta' abusao' y no se deja joder
La bendicion dijo el pai al hijo
Por el talento y la oportunidad
Haberme concedido
Estoy mas que agradecio'
Y la alegria se siente en vivo
Cuando el publico goza conmigo
Hay mucha cosa que no son como tu piensa
Como tu comenta
Mierda e' lo que tu fomenta
E' porque mierda e' lo que tu ere guachilango,
Malangota, ca'cara pa' lo malandro
Que el Abayarde viene arroyando
Guarachando
La gente mia me ta' apoyando
Porque tu crees que 'tan fantasmiando?
Porque a mi manera e' como le 'ta gustando
El sarten por el mango
Negro chango
Humildemente, pero frontiando
Como cantar no es delito
Me desquito
Otro por poquito
Mi ijito, llego el negrito
Pa' mi que a u'tede le apesta la vida
Me tiene cara que su furia e' de mentira
Llego el suicida
El que lo liquida
El que le hace el culo sangre a to' el que le tira
Pa' mi que a u'tede le apesta la vida
Me tiene cara que su furia e' de mentira
Llego el suicida
El que lo liquida
El que le hace el culo sangre a to' el que le tira
A mi no me ha hecho falta el blin-blineo'
Mucho menos el guasimilleo
y como quiera le campeo
El abayarde lo deja lejos
Tumbao' moderno, que le gusta hasta a los viejos
Metele, chambon, que esto es vira y vira
Pa' los velagüira que viven de la mentira
Tengo letra mas especiales que Topeka
Que ya han corrio' la seca y la meca
Se jodio la bicicleta
Llego el barbaro de ritmo
Me pueden imitar pero nunca va a ser lo mismo
Sin favoritismo, bajandole por la goma
No te gusta, no te lo coma
La perseguidora, me sobra aceite en mi cantinplona
El abayarde que no se ahoga
Dejandola caer con sentimiento violento
Y una sandunga que pa' que te cuento
El que to' el mundo a esperao'
El que tenia que llegar,
El veteran sin ir a Vietnam
Tu etica no es mi etica
Me sigues?
Oye, loco
Lo mio nadie lo escribe
Tu etica es de pio pio, de pollera
Pana mio, te aplasto con desafio
Es Tego Calderon, el Abayarde
El que le hace el culo sangre
A to' el que se mande
El que le hace el culo sangre
A to' el que se mande
El Tego Calderon, el Abayarde
El que le hace el culo sangre
A to' el que se mande
El Tego Calderon, el Abayarde
The Life
What's up?
The Tego Calderon!
The bold one!
With Loony Tune and Noriega
The Challenge!
I give it with mine, daddy
So he knows.
Hey...
To me, it seems like life stinks for you
It seems to me that your anger is fake
The suicide has arrived
The one who finishes it
The one who makes everyone who disses bleed
To me, it seems like life stinks for you
It seems to me that your anger is fake
The suicide has arrived
The one who finishes it
The one who makes everyone who disses bleed
I don't care if they hate me or not
I was born with the virtue
I set the tone
What I come to bring you
Things are not like yesterday
The countryman is tough and won't let himself be messed with
The blessing said the father to the son
For the talent and opportunity
Granted to me
I am more than grateful
And the joy is felt live
When the audience enjoys with me
There are many things that are not as you think
As you comment
Sh*t is what you promote
It's because sh*t is what you are, a coward
Big shot, face for the thugs
The Abayarde is coming through
Dancing
My people are supporting me
Why do you think they're ghosting?
Because my way is how they're liking it
The ball is in my court
Black monkey
Humbly, but fronting
Since singing is not a crime
I get even
Another one almost
My little one, the black one has arrived
To me, it seems like life stinks for you
It seems to me that your anger is fake
The suicide has arrived
The one who finishes it
The one who makes everyone who disses bleed
To me, it seems like life stinks for you
It seems to me that your anger is fake
The suicide has arrived
The one who finishes it
The one who makes everyone who disses bleed
I haven't needed the bling-bling
Much less the show-off
And still, I dominate
The Abayarde leaves it far behind
Modern swagger, that even old folks like
Get in there, rookie, this is back and forth
For the liars who live off lies
I have lyrics more special than Topeka
Who have already run dry
The bike is screwed
The rhythm barbarian has arrived
They can imitate me but it will never be the same
No favoritism, bringing it down a notch
If you don't like it, don't eat it
The chaser, I have plenty of oil in my cantinplona
The Abayarde who doesn't drown
Letting it drop with violent feeling
And a groove that, why tell you
The one everyone has been waiting for
The one who had to arrive
The veteran without going to Vietnam
Your ethics are not my ethics
You follow me?
Hey, crazy
No one writes what's mine
Your ethics are weak, cowardly
My buddy, I crush you with a challenge
It's Tego Calderon, the Abayarde
The one who makes everyone bleed
Whoever steps up
The one who makes everyone bleed
Whoever steps up
Tego Calderon, the Abayarde
The one who makes everyone bleed
Whoever steps up
Tego Calderon, the Abayarde