Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feliz Navidad 3 (feat. Arcangel), artist - Musicologo y Menes. Album song Los De La Nazza the Collection, Vol. 1, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 17.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Imperio Nazza
Song language: Spanish
Feliz Navidad 3 (feat. Arcangel)(original) |
¡Feliz Navidad, chorro 'e cabrones! |
Jajajaja |
Ajá, ajá, au, au |
Llegó el invierno |
Once again |
De nuevo, por tercera vez |
Pa' los que se viraron |
Pa' los que de mí aprendieron, luego me tiraron |
Se enfangaron, ya que yo vivo mejor que ustedes |
Feliz Navidad para todos ustedes |
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Mothafocka' |
De nuevo Papi Arca' dándote lo que te toca |
Muchos frontiaron y salieron con la boca rota |
Tú no va' llegar muy lejos si no deja' el vicio 'e coca |
Lo noto enfermo, pa' mí que están hueliendo lean |
Empeando sus pertenencias en la compra venta |
Mientras yo tengo el piquete necesario |
Con el que vivo y me mantengo a diario |
Yup, a mí no me ronques de sicario |
Que a ti no te quieren ni en tu fuckin' vecindario |
Se siente cabrón levantarse con vista a la piscina |
Y tener el maquinón parqueao' en la marquesina |
Dibiri-dab-dab, Feliz Navidad |
Pa' los que frontiaron con cojones |
Ustedes me dicen si quieren morirse, cabrones |
Ya que en esta Navidad andamo' matando lechone', prra (Wuh) |
Dibiri-dab-dab, Feliz Navidad (¿Y qué pasó?) |
Pa' los que frontiaron con cojones |
Sin esforzarme mucho facturo con tranquilidad |
Yo soy el duende malvado de la fuckin' Navidad |
Ok, seguimos, ¿quién más está en la lista? |
En lo que me acuerdo, Luian, para la pista |
('Pérate un momento, deja ver quién) |
El pana mío, aquel maliante de embuste |
Ya nadie te cree, a tu movie, hazle un ajuste |
Yo fuera tú y le pongo un poquito de brillo |
No aguanto con nadie, pero tengo corillo |
Y son poderoso', armados y peligroso' |
Les damos a la música en la cara con los chavos en los coso' |
Gracias a mi talento disfruto de lo que quiero |
Si hubiese nacido ciego no fallara contando el dinero |
Lo acomodaría planchadito |
Con la cara viendo arriba, bien bonito (Wuh) |
Se te hace fácil hablar de lo que tú no tiene' |
El papel aguanta to', todo lo que te conviene |
Yo sigo de veinte en veinte, de cien en cien |
Con la gomita por el medio pa' que el cuadre llegue bien, yes |
Dibiri-dab-dab, Feliz Navidad |
Pa' los que frontiaron con cojones |
Ustedes me dicen si quieren morirse, cabrones |
Ya que en esta Navidad andamo' matando lechone', prra (Wuh) |
Dibiri-dab-dab, Feliz Navidad (¿Y qué pasó?) |
Pa' los que frontiaron con cojones |
Sin esforzarme mucho facturo con tranquilidad |
Yo soy el duende malvado de la fuckin' Navidad |
Ya son 25 y sigo dando vueltas como un loco |
Estoy que convierto en oro todo lo que toco |
Canción por canción, yo la pista parto |
Y hasta sin ensayar más que ustedes resalto, uh |
Mala mía, que no estés al día |
Que no tengas party, si no suena', no hay regalías |
Esta bien lo acepto, que su fracaso es culpa mía |
Eso les pasa por meterse con el dueño de la vía |
Mamma Mia! |
Qué delicia de piquete |
Por más que me frontee', sabes que el nene le mete |
Analfabeta, antes de inventar con el doctor |
Tienen que graduarse de la superior |
Nosotros nos sentamo' cerca del piloto y la cabina |
Ustedes se suelen sentar detrás de la cortina (Oh, my God) |
Hasta pensé que eras el chef (Correct) |
Cuando te vi sentado al lado de la cocina |
Yup |
Arcángel, pa' |
Austin, La Maravish |
La, la Marash |
Oh, right |
Dímelo, Luian |
Musicólogo and Menes (Flow Factory) |
Feliz navidad, chorro 'e… |
Prrra |
Papi, oye lo que te vo' a decir, esto e' sencillo (Súper) |
No me estés roncando con milla', ni viajes (No), ni nada por el estilo |
Que ahora es que ustedes 'tán viendo la luz del Sol, ¿ok? |
¿Capisce? |
Productorcitos, ahora es que ustedes están viendo trabajo |
Ahora es que ustedes están factu-, digo, digo |
Facturando no (No, esa no), esa e' grande (Eh…) |
Ustedes ahora es que están menudeando |
Cójanlo suave |
Bájenle alguito al volumen del radio (Sí) |
Que la música está muy alta pa' ustedes (Bájale) |
Papi Arca (Mr. Cash and Carry) |
Ya no vo' a seguir guerriando (Na'), en verdad |
A mí no me interesa que me conteste un robot pa' atrá' |
A mí me interesa que me contesten ustede' |
Les voy a dejar el mío pa' que los mate un poquito, prra |
Papi Arca, Mr. Cash and Carry |
Feliz Navidad, chorro 'e lambone' |
Prra, prra-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah |
Prra, prra, tuh, tuh, fulete |
Granada |
Yup, eso e' |
Papi (Ey), pa que sepan |
Aquello' cantante' que nunca han podido encontrarse |
787−257−8393, el número sigue siendo el mismo, Flow Factory |
La compañía no se va a quiebra, socio (Como muchas) |
Cada año nos ponemo' más fuerte, más duro, prrra |
(translation) |
Merry Christmas, jet 'e bastards! |
LOL |
Aha, aha, ouch, ouch |
Winter has arrived |
once again |
Again for the third time |
For those who turned |
For those who learned from me, then they threw me |
They got muddy, since I live better than you |
Merry Christmas to everyone |
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Mothafocka' |
Again Papi Arca' giving you what you get |
Many faced and left with a broken mouth |
You're not going to get very far if you don't give up coke |
I notice him sick, for me they are smelling lean |
Starting your belongings in the sale |
As long as I have the necessary picket |
With whom I live and support myself daily |
Yup, don't call me a hit man |
That they don't even want you in your fucking neighborhood |
It feels like a bastard to get up with a view of the pool |
And have the machine parked in the marquee |
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas |
For those who fronted with balls |
You tell me if you want to die, bastards |
Since this Christmas we are 'killing piglet', prra (Wuh) |
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas (And what happened?) |
For those who fronted with balls |
Without much effort, I invoice with peace of mind |
I'm the evil elf of the fuckin' Christmas |
Ok let's move on, who else is on the list? |
As far as I remember, Luian, for the track |
('Wait a minute, let see who) |
My corduroy, that trickster |
No one believes you anymore, make an adjustment to your movie |
I was you and I put a little bit of shine |
I can't stand with anyone, but I have a corillo |
And they are powerful', armed and dangerous' |
We hit the music in the face with the kids in the coso' |
Thanks to my talent I enjoy what I want |
If I had been born blind I wouldn't fail counting money |
I would accommodate it ironed |
With the face looking up, very nice (Wuh) |
It is easy for you to talk about what you don't have' |
The paper holds everything, everything that suits you |
I continue from twenty to twenty, from one hundred to one hundred |
With the rubber band in the middle so that the square arrives well, yes |
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas |
For those who fronted with balls |
You tell me if you want to die, bastards |
Since this Christmas we are 'killing piglet', prra (Wuh) |
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas (And what happened?) |
For those who fronted with balls |
Without much effort, I invoice with peace of mind |
I'm the evil elf of the fuckin' Christmas |
It's already 25 and I'm still going around like crazy |
I'm turning everything I touch into gold |
Song by song, I leave the track |
And even without rehearsing more than you I stand out, uh |
My bad, that you are not up to date |
Don't have a party, if it doesn't sound', there are no royalties |
Okay I accept it, that his failure is my fault |
That's what happens to them for messing with the owner of the road |
Mama Mia! |
what a picket delight |
No matter how much he confronts me, you know that the boy puts him |
Illiterate, before inventing with the doctor |
They have to graduate from high school |
We sat down near the pilot and the cockpit |
You guys usually sit behind the curtain (Oh, my God) |
I even thought you were the chef (Correct) |
When I saw you sitting by the kitchen |
yup |
Archangel, pa' |
Austin, The Marvelous |
The, the Marash |
oh right |
tell me luian |
Musicologist and Menes (Flow Factory) |
Merry Christmas, jet 'e… |
prrra |
Daddy, listen to what I'm going to tell you, this is simple (Super) |
Don't be snoring me with miles', or trips (No), or anything like that |
That now is that you are seeing the light of the Sun, ok? |
Capisce? |
Producers, now is that you are seeing work |
Now is that you are factu-, I say, I say |
Not billing (No, not that one), that one is big (Eh…) |
Now is that you are retailing |
take it easy |
Turn down the volume of the radio a little bit (Yes) |
That the music is very loud for you (lower it) |
Papi Arca (Mr. Cash and Carry) |
I'm not going to continue fighting (Na'), really |
I'm not interested in a robot answering me back |
I'm interested in you answering me' |
I'm going to leave mine for you to kill them a little bit, prra |
Papi Arca, Mr. Cash and Carry |
Merry Christmas, jet 'e lambone' |
Prra, prra-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah |
Prra, prra, tuh, tuh, fulete |
Grenade |
Yup, that is |
Papi (Hey), so they know |
That 'singer' that they have never been able to meet |
787−257−8393, number remains the same, Flow Factory |
The company is not going to go bankrupt, partner (Like many) |
Every year we get stronger, harder, prrra |