Vico C Blam Blam Lyrics English Translation

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I'm not impressed by all that cling, cling

What sounds, your bling, bling

A little movie is not what makes you hard

And all alone I am a dreamteam

Much for your ching-ching

Before taking out the pen, take it out safely

Cachipa de la mata for premature babies

Don't put anything in it, they will take out the pure

You are too young to jump over my wall

Go away and come back when you are mature

I'm not a boss because meta blam, blam

On the battlefield my medals are already

From eight four to twenty three what I have given you is bam bam

My saliva burns more than your beretta

I'm not a boss because meta blam, blam

OG that roars louder than a Taliban

From eighty four to twenty three what I have given you is bam bam

I carry the pivot on fire on my drumstick

Once upon a time there was a suburban boy

That an urban movement was invented

And now as an old man he comes to guerrilla

For everything that was taken from his hands

I'm no longer looking for crowns and titles

Yes I already have my own cubicle

Why am I going to copy the disciples?

Your burst of hoarseness I kill it with two verses

You sing studio ganta with more throat than testicles

Calderón-style duo and his rinquincalla goes into battle

Let's see who shouts, let's see who is silent

Let's see who at least gets me this far and measures up to me.

Take out your shrapnel and I will take out the mamotreto that does not fail

Canute, you always shoot rough

That's why you don't even qualify to be my substitute, cuto

Wha', wiki-wiki

Since I was a baby I have been a cuckoo, he kills fekas

He kills bars, the one who muddies the parasuco the most

Cod, no matter how much you come in disguise

The pants you wear don't fit

Because wha', wiki-wiki, you borrowed them

And there is no room for a guaraguao beak in the face of the hummingbird, wow!

Once upon a time there was a suburban boy

That an urban movement was invented

And now as an old man he comes to guerrilla

For everything that was taken from his hands

I'm not a boss because meta blam, blam

On the battlefield my medals are already

From eight four to twenty three what I have given you is bam bam

My saliva burns more than your beretta

I'm not a boss because meta blam, blam

OG that roars louder than a Taliban

From eighty four to twenty three what I have given you is bam bam

The pibota, I have fire in my drumstick

hip-hop culture all the time

My pen is bad boy like Biggie

dj rakes the hardest dishes

Let them be heard wiki-wiki-wiki

I'm Tricky Dicky never Micky

There is no ham here, I only hang out with geeks and crazy people

In this background I feel like I'm in a lounge chair

Hand me the coconut water

They call me and I join

The fire bursts out of my pores

From Kidsborough County

I came to rap, not to sing chorus

Poetry is my treasure and my temple

Your comments that I ignore

People who have their flow like me

You don't need to have that much gold

As in Puerto Rico Aldeano and el Vico

From the avico avico

If I reply it would be better to wait

A boy from the suburbs speaking the real thing

Not what people in these times prefer delays

I am talking to you about music

that even though we are no longer here

She always stays alive, she doesn't die

Please never compare her puddles with our seas

A bird with hair on its wings makes more sense, asere

I don't shut up, I never fail

My language, my law, my tongue

I repeated heavy and detailed

Pick up the mare that is in ruins, I arrive on horseback

I rap until I pass out

In the flow I have a callus

Advance and vassal

My rhymes come from the sky shining

It looks like lightning is striking

I come rapping from Cayman Island

Releasing lava my mouth is a volcano

Floating like Peter Pan

With a pen from Barbar' Ann

Music saved my life

I don't have fans, I have family man

I never had a plan, I just ranted

And, those who criticized me, where are they?

It's more of the same on the radio

More of the same on TV

How hot is the neighborhood

The eleven-year-olds are already armed and smell

If they are from an emigrant family

But his father is on a lot of drugs and without papers.

But you have to dance, you have to forget everything

My blood, that hurts

Look how I'm not wrong

I get stuck and make your skin crawl

I turn off lanterns and spotlights

I don't leave any leftovers on the tablecloth

Here you see me like few others

Bringing life to paper

The world, it is true, is crazy

But I'm crazier than him

I can't sleep

For the efforts of not calling me the goat

In short, what the goat says is: bee!

I am a man of my word

If I shoot soft it boils

And if I shoot to kill he doesn't talk to me

If you don't respect me, I'll give you like the rajatabla tambourine

Shut up, what the Vico brings are not Christmas carols.

Position for punchlines since the times of Menudo and Los Chicos

How the cubaniche with my nose and bembiniche I explain it to you

He sweeps three fields of those that El Chavo del Ocho gave to Kiko

Water, two Godzilla chicks were thrown

Here spreading the fire

We have King Kong in line

We have the verses, we have the syllables

We have the batteries' it's killa'

We have the equivalent of wax that sticks to the skin and removes hair.

Wiki-wiki-wiki

we are here, we are here

we are here, we are here

I'm not a boss because meta blam, blam

we are here, we are here

From eight four to twenty three what I have given you is bam bam

we are here, we are here

I'm not a boss because meta blam, blam

Wiki-wiki-wiki

From eight four to twenty three what I have given you is bam bam

Your burst of hoarseness I kill it with two verses

we are here, we are here

Your singing is yours, you sing with more throat than testicles

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