Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Tatema, artist - Calibre 50. Date of issue: 07.09.2021
Song language: Spanish
La Tatema(original) |
| Me disparó la envidia |
| Y no supe de que parte |
| Larga estaba la fila |
| Ni como adivinarle |
| Todo me sonreía |
| ¿De quien iba a cuidarme? |
| Mi poder no cabía |
| Y se les puso quitarme |
| La libró de milagro |
| Decía el de la Cruz Roja |
| Para bajarme el susto |
| Forjé un cigarro de hoja |
| Hay les debo la caja |
| Y el café con galletas |
| Y hay van pa' atrás las balas |
| Nomas que estas si pegan |
| Cuando es corta le mecha |
| El que la prende que quema |
| Que me dejaran vivo |
| Ahorita es su problema |
| No corran, no se escondan |
| Que ahí viene La Tatema |
| Si se les cebo el cuete |
| Los que traigo si truenan… |
| (Y puro Calibre 50 pariente) |
| Les dolió cuando dije |
| Que no los ocupaba |
| Yo no ocupo de bules |
| Y menos en mis aguas |
| El zapato que aprieta |
| A la larga te hace llagas |
| Ya se por donde vienen |
| Nomás no digo nada |
| Por algo salí vivo |
| Por algo estoy parado |
| Y es que al final de cuentas |
| Yo nunca he sido malo |
| Nomás te miran viada |
| Y quieren subirse al carro |
| Vieron como hay corrientes |
| De amigos disfrazados |
| Cuando es corta le mecha |
| El que la prende que quema |
| Que me dejaran vivo |
| Ahorita es su problema |
| No corran, no se escondan |
| Que ahí viene La Tatema |
| Si se les cebo el cuete |
| Los que traigo si truenan |
| (translation) |
| I was shot by envy |
| And I didn't know from which part |
| Long was the queue |
| nor how to guess |
| everything smiled at me |
| Who was going to take care of me? |
| my power did not fit |
| And she put them away |
| He miraculously delivered her |
| Said the Red Cross |
| to get off the scare |
| I forged a leaf cigar |
| There I owe them the box |
| And the coffee with cookies |
| And there are bullets going back |
| Nomas that you are if they hit |
| When the fuse is short |
| The one who turns it on that burns |
| let me live |
| Right now it's your problem |
| Don't run, don't hide |
| Here comes La Tatema |
| If the cuete was baited |
| The ones I bring if they thunder... |
| (And pure Caliber 50 relative) |
| It hurt them when I said |
| that did not occupy them |
| I do not deal with bules |
| And less in my waters |
| The shoe that squeezes |
| In the long run it makes you sore |
| I already know where they come from |
| I just don't say anything |
| I got out alive for a reason |
| I'm standing for something |
| And it is that at the end of the day |
| I have never been bad |
| They just look at you |
| And they want to jump on the bandwagon |
| They saw how there are currents |
| of friends in disguise |
| When the fuse is short |
| The one who turns it on that burns |
| let me live |
| Right now it's your problem |
| Don't run, don't hide |
| Here comes La Tatema |
| If the cuete was baited |
| The ones I bring if they thunder |