Calle 13 Tengo Hambre Lyrics English Translation

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This is the Resident, Calle 13 (oh yes)

With White Lion, the people who know the most about toys' (yes, yes)

Greetings to my compa the Visitor (the Visitor)

And Danny Fornaris (Fornaris)

With the track, it ignites the party (oh shit)

I'm hungry, very, very hungry

And I don't have kids or pa' Campbell's soups

But with to' and that my rhymes are scramble

And I eat to' the world as if they were a wopper

Faster than a viper

I knock them down without them noticing it as a sniper

And I leave them paraplegic.'

And then I go on vacation to Mexico

To lower the penalties with alcohol

To me without cojone' has me if this is not alcohol

This is low-key like E.T

Like Disney with Mickey

Vamo', take a zippy, did you stop the pee?

Why don't you suck his neck and make a hicky?

And you shout like a rooster 'kikiri-kikiri-kikiri-kiki'

And suck 'a little tit milk', from titty

I'm half picky, half chango

I'm lifting my paw and licking it

Even if I'm embarrao' with mud

I'm hungry and it's not na' in my house, in my house

I'm going to have to give a couple of shots' of acetone

A jinquetazo' pa' see if the heart reacts

With the adrenaline up, very dry, without food

Good, very dry, with grilled saliva

(I want a couple of butter rhymes)

Pa' lower them to the miles because my belly burns

(Oh, and the chorus I want to take)

(On the right through the second window)

(A well, 'tá bien, okey)

I sense that there is a fucking time bomb

In my seat, do I sit or don't I feel?

I have a greasy ass, so I'll leave you the space

Better sit down, 'Boom', sorry

I sense that there is a fucking time bomb

In my seat, do I sit or don't I feel?

I have a greasy ass, so I'll leave you the space

Better sit down, 'Boom', sorry

I don't have na' in my wallet

What I have is fucking ice in the fridge

I'm more hairy' than a bald man without hair

And the scumbag record labels with the pichaeras fucking

Eating good, bona bona bona bona will be

I knock on wood, yes, I knock on wood

Don't get confused with my bastards Hinchera'

Because I'm the star on this card

My rhyme is accurate, sincere, de vera'

Never fequera, my rhyme is not cheap, it is not rampletera, it is not a harlot, it is not merenguera

Oops, ask the cashier

Do you eat it here or do you take it in a lunch box?

Don't take my wallet

The tip is left to the Waitress

Because I have pride hanging on my hose

I sense that there is a fucking time bomb

In my seat, do I sit or don't I feel?

I have a greasy ass, so I'll leave you the space

Better sit down, 'Boom', sorry

Here is the one who gets the juice out of you, the executioner

The one who takes your brain and makes a knot without taking judo classes

I heal you, spitting flower in a funnel for your ass, I swear

That this man does not put feca

This is not cheap, this is not Topeca

I'm going to to'a without track, to capeleta

With a dry throat, no microphone, check

Let's see who challenges, go', let's see who challenges

Oops, I saw you, you're grimacing'

Come to 'here the chubby with the'

If you yourself, the chubby with the cap of Ismo

What is your?

It's that I'm real Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop

You know', Redman, Big-Not, Mister

You can pull 2Pac out of the grave

A 3Pac, a 4Pac, up to a six pack

With to' and that for the ass boots kit-kat

If what you have for head is a mint ticking

You are a monosapiens, mensa head

For Rap, you are an offense

You have no defense, your rhymes are extensive

Slow, now please listen and learn

You know you're more staying' than the treasury department

I already have dry bembas, I'm hungry and there are no good rappers for the snack

Pa'l fuck, keep getting slow

I give you my seat, I don't lie to you (no, no, no, no)

I sense that there is a fucking time bomb

In my seat, do I sit or don't I feel?

I have a greasy ass, so I'll leave you the space

Better sit down, 'Boom', sorry

I sense that there is a fucking time bomb

In my seat, do I sit or don't I feel?

I have a greasy ass, so I'll leave you the space

Better sit down, 'Boom', sorry

I sense that there is a fucking time bomb

In my seat, do I sit or don't I feel?

I have a greasy ass, so I'll leave you the space

Better sit down, 'Boom', sorry

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