Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Desahogo (Regueton Viejo), artist - Reggaetones. Album song Reggaeton Old School 2 (Regueton Vieja Escuela), in the genre Реггетон
Date of issue: 22.10.2018
Record label: Golden Urban
Song language: Spanish
Desahogo (Regueton Viejo)(original) |
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya |
Se me ponen el cinturón y se me aguantan |
Y dice |
Yo no lloro, si caigo me levanto del lodo |
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo |
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas |
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa' |
Yo no lloro, si caigo me levanto del lodo |
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo |
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas |
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa' |
Okay, esta canción no es pa' pegarme más |
Lo necesario es necesario, lo que no hace falta esta de más |
Me desahogo porque el mundo me provoca |
Me sale por los poros si me tapan esta boca |
Y empiezo por los que me preguntaron |
Vico C, ¿Ahora que vas a sacar que te tiraron? |
Que hasta de tu vida personal hablaron |
Tu nombre usaron, filósofo, contigo se pasaron |
Yo les contesto que si llevo 15 años |
Cantándoles en contra de las cosas que hacen daño |
Como pretenden que por un guerra tonta |
De tanto buen mensaje que he graba’o me vaya en contra |
Tú crees que yo no tengo suficiente lírica |
Para defenderme y a cualquiera darle clínica |
Pero mis letras no se tratan de eso |
Mi misión con la gente tiene mucho más de peso |
Y no es que me guille de pastor |
Pero acepta que este género esta fuera de control |
Todo es sexo, todo es violencia, por competencia |
Y yo como buen padre, voy a cuidar mi descendencia |
También de los anuncios que se exhiben |
Como el de la Coors Lights que dice: «El cuerpo te la pide» |
Como diciendo: «Mi veneno te hace falta |
Compra mi producto, tripea, brinca, y salta» |
Y ahí se fue un auspicio menos |
Pues, cuando arranco diciendo la verdad no tengo freno |
Bueno, perdona si te estoy incomodando |
Pero no estoy tirando, me estoy desahogando |
Yo no lloro, si caigo me levanto del lodo |
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo |
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas |
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa' |
Yo no lloro, si caigo me levanto del lodo |
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo |
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas |
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa' |
Los políticos que matan por su posición |
Que los raperos nos tenían en persecución |
Al percatarse de que el pueblo quiere vacilón |
Ahora hicieron sus campañas con reggaeton |
Así cualquiera, señor, ya sabemos lo que traman |
Nos usan pa' ganar, después nos tiran cuando ganan |
Ahí es que podemos ver la verdad |
Que trabajan por el voto, no por la sociedad |
No les importa las vidas que en el barrio se han perdido |
Y pa' ganar las elecciones van al caserío |
Abrazan a mi abuela, saludan a mi tío |
Pero los pasados cuatro años estaban escondidos |
Hermano, usted que dice ser cristiano |
Cuando vez un vagabundo ¿Por qué no le das la mano? |
Le dices de lejitos «Dios te bendiga» |
Pero no sacas ni un pesito pa' llenarle la barriga |
Mira, te están mirando desde arriba |
El evangelio no se trata de gastar saliva |
Si quieres que te escuche, tienes que darle vida |
Y darle un buen abrazo aunque esté muriendo 'e SIDA |
A la televisión, ¿qué te pasó, papá? |
Que si no enseñas una orgía no estas en na' |
Vete y camina por la calle, mira como está |
Y no digas que no tienes que ver con su maldad |
Es la verdad, aunque se me escondan y lo nieguen |
No voy a ser hipócrita pa' que mis discos peguen |
Pues yo no pertenezco a los cantantes que les temen |
Que dicen cualquier cosa con tal de que los suenen |
Yo no lloro, si caigo me levanto del lodo |
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo |
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas |
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa' |
Yo no lloro, si caigo me levanto del lodo |
Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo |
No tienen que venir aquí a ponerme pilas |
Diciendo las verdades me dicen el killa' |
Ahora, busca el alcoholado y sóbate |
Te lo dije que la tenia pesá', verdad |
Yo, Echo |
(Saco el bolígrafo y me desahogo) |
(translation) |
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya |
They put the belt on me and they hold me |
And says |
I don't cry, if I fall I get up from the mud |
I take out the pen and let off steam |
They don't have to come here to give me batteries |
Telling the truths they tell me the killa' |
I don't cry, if I fall I get up from the mud |
I take out the pen and let off steam |
They don't have to come here to give me batteries |
Telling the truths they tell me the killa' |
Okay, this song is not to hit me more |
What is necessary is necessary, what is not needed is more |
I let off steam because the world provokes me |
It comes out through my pores if they cover my mouth |
And I start with those who asked me |
Vico C, now what are you going to get that they threw at you? |
That they even talked about your personal life |
They used your name, philosopher, with you they passed |
I tell them that I have been 15 years |
Singing them against the things that hurt |
As they pretend that for a silly war |
From so many good messages that I have recorded or I go against |
You think I don't have enough lyrics |
To defend myself and give anyone a clinic |
But my lyrics are not about that |
My mission with the people has much more weight |
And it's not that guille me as a shepherd |
But accept that this genre is out of control |
Everything is sex, everything is violence, for competition |
And I, as a good father, am going to take care of my offspring |
Also of the advertisements that are displayed |
Like the one on Coors Lights that says: "Your body asks for it" |
As if to say: "You need my poison |
Buy my product, trip, jump, and jump» |
And there went one less sponsorship |
Well, when I start telling the truth I have no brake |
Well, sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable |
But I'm not pulling, I'm letting off steam |
I don't cry, if I fall I get up from the mud |
I take out the pen and let off steam |
They don't have to come here to give me batteries |
Telling the truths they tell me the killa' |
I don't cry, if I fall I get up from the mud |
I take out the pen and let off steam |
They don't have to come here to give me batteries |
Telling the truths they tell me the killa' |
Politicians who kill for their position |
That the rappers had us in pursuit |
Realizing that the people want to vacilón |
Now they did their campaigns with reggaeton |
So anyone, sir, we already know what they're up to |
They use us to win, then they throw us when they win |
That's where we can see the truth |
Who work for the vote, not for society |
They don't care about the lives that have been lost in the neighborhood |
And to win the elections they go to the village |
They hug my grandmother, say hello to my uncle |
But the past four years were hidden |
Brother, you who claim to be a Christian |
When you see a bum, why don't you shake his hand? |
You tell him from afar «God bless you» |
But you don't get a single peso to fill his belly |
Look, they're looking down on you |
The gospel is not about wasting saliva |
If you want me to listen to you, you have to bring it to life |
And give him a good hug even if he's dying of AIDS |
On television, what happened to you, dad? |
That if you don't show an orgy you're not in na' |
Go and walk down the street, see how it is |
And do not say that you have nothing to do with his evil |
It's the truth, even if they hide from me and deny it |
I'm not going to be a hypocrite so that my records hit |
Well I don't belong to the singers who fear them |
They say anything as long as they sound like them |
I don't cry, if I fall I get up from the mud |
I take out the pen and let off steam |
They don't have to come here to give me batteries |
Telling the truths they tell me the killa' |
I don't cry, if I fall I get up from the mud |
I take out the pen and let off steam |
They don't have to come here to give me batteries |
Telling the truths they tell me the killa' |
Now, find the booze and rub yourself |
I told you that I was weighing her down, right |
I echo |
(I take out the pen and let off steam) |