Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sácala (Sangre Nueva) (Regueton Viejo) , by - Reggaetones. Song from the album Reggaeton Old School 2 (Regueton Vieja Escuela), in the genre РеггетонSácala (Sangre Nueva) (Regueton Viejo)(original) |
| Sácala… |
| Dale, úsala… |
| No le tengas miedo… |
| Si es cuestión de morir… |
| Primero que se mueran ellos… |
| Sácala… |
| Dale, úsala… |
| No le tengas miedo… |
| Si es cuestión de morir… |
| Primero que se mueran ellos… |
| Dale, saca y chambe |
| Que mis perros tienen hambre |
| Si les da calambre el 'R' se los lambe |
| ¿Ustedes no son bravos? |
| Yo rajo melones con el cabo |
| Tírenme, cabrones, que yo sigo haciendo chavos |
| Ponte turuleco, ustedes to’s guerreando son marruecos |
| Papi, pa' la chola no hay chaleco |
| Quieto buey, olé, o te sacamos el guacamole |
| Cien con la pistola y cien con los de caracoles |
| No me descontroles o te vacío to' el treintole |
| To' los que roncaron terminaron pa' la cole |
| Viste como el Tonka los demole |
| Naldo, to’itos roncan y ninguno puede con la Mole |
| (Ese era el father, papi!) |
| (Héctor, el bambino!) |
| (Y ahora te toca con el otro fantástico!) |
| (Papi, tu nunca vas a olvidar mi nombre!) |
| (Yo soy tu peor pesadilla!) |
| El ___________, el que los pones a comer brea |
| El que les frontea y les pichea |
| Con los ojitos colora’o el negrito les campea |
| Súbele las gafitas pa' que vea |
| Aunque de lejitos me miran y me tiran |
| Son cosas mías, busquen sus vías |
| Y aunque conspiran de que dominan |
| Ustedes to’s me admiran (Hey!) |
| Sácala… |
| Dale, úsala… |
| No le tengas miedo… |
| Si es cuestión de morir… |
| Primero que se mueran ellos… |
| Consígue otro saco pa' meterle bellaco |
| 'W', parte el tabaco |
| Prepárense para el atraco |
| Llego el lirical barraco |
| En el disco de los nuevos chamacos |
| Bambino, baja la escoba |
| Dale a la culata al caoba |
| Vamo’a darle fuego a to' esta mafia boba |
| La cogieron equivoca’o con el que canta «La Trova» |
| Y ahora los mato y los paseo en el baúl de un Nova |
| El hombre clave cazando en la nave |
| Que se creen que es bajo llave |
| Es un peligro que anden juntos 'W' con el father |
| (Tu sabes, 'W', se juntaron los anormales!) |
| Huelen el lomo |
| No me ronquen o a to’s me los como |
| Naldo, al que se tire lo que hay es plomo |
| Y les traigo a Yomo, y así somos |
| Dándole en el buche a tu palomo |
| Lo que es mío lo tomo |
| El que se esboque con el full lo domo |
| Yo vengo desde que corren los Momo’s 24"en cromo |
| Y en tu cabeza los asomo |
| El de la torta, tírenme lambones, denme promo |
| Buenas noches, se reporta desde el lugar de los hechos |
| (Hey!) El único rapero con derecho |
| A decir que soy el más completo prospecto de este negocio |
| Por completo, por como canto, bailo o me conduzco y proyecto |
| Y si me notan molesto es en efecto |
| Con todos los que me han echado lodo |
| Promoción de over les estoy dando de codo |
| Al fin de cuenta, ¿que falta me haces, bobo? |
| Si como tu me dices, pa', los números hablan por si solos |
| Yo nunca he tratado de pasarte el rolo |
| Solo trabajo y te das cuenta por ti solo |
| (Solo trabajo y te das cuenta por ti solo!) |
| Sácala… |
| Dale, úsala… |
| No le tengas miedo… |
| Si es cuestión de morir… |
| Primero que se mueran ellos… |
| Sácala… |
| Dale, úsala… |
| No le tengas miedo… |
| Si es cuestión de morir… |
| Primero que se mueran ellos… |
| «Este es Naldo! |
| Que hoy te presenta! |
| La mejor producción de nuevos talentos! |
| Esta es la producción donde… |
| …todos los grandes exponentes del genero… |
| …del reggaeton se unen pa' apoyar lo nuevo! |
| Esto es la sangre nueva! |
| La nueva generación del reggaeton!» |
| (translation) |
| take it out... |
| Come on, use it... |
| Don't be afraid of him... |
| If it's a matter of dying... |
| First they die... |
| take it out... |
| Come on, use it... |
| Don't be afraid of him... |
| If it's a matter of dying... |
| First they die... |
| Give it, take it out and chambe |
| that my dogs are hungry |
| If the 'R' gives them a cramp, lambe them |
| Aren't you brave? |
| I slice melons with the rope |
| Throw me, bastards, I'm still making kids |
| Get turuleco, all of you fighting are Moroccan |
| Papi, for the chola there is no vest |
| Quiet ox, olé, or we'll get the guacamole |
| One hundred with the gun and one hundred with the snails |
| Don't lose control of me or I'll empty you to' el treintole |
| All those who snored finished for school |
| You saw how the Tonka demolished them |
| Naldo, everyone snores and no one can with the Mole |
| (That was the father, daddy!) |
| (Hector, the baby!) |
| (And now he touches you with the other fantastic!) |
| (Daddy, you will never forget my name!) |
| (I am your worst nightmare!) |
| The ___________, the one that puts them to eat pitch |
| The one who borders them and pitches them |
| With his little red eyes, the little black man champions them |
| Upload his glasses so he can see |
| Although from afar they look at me and throw me |
| They are my things, look for your ways |
| And although they conspire that they dominate |
| You all admire me (Hey!) |
| take it out... |
| Come on, use it... |
| Don't be afraid of him... |
| If it's a matter of dying... |
| First they die... |
| Get another sack to put a rogue |
| 'W', part tobacco |
| Prepare for the heist |
| The lyrical barraco arrived |
| In the record of the new kids |
| Bambino, put down the broom |
| Give the butt to mahogany |
| We're going to set fire to this silly mafia |
| They caught her wrong with the one who sings "La Trova" |
| And now I kill them and ride them in the trunk of a Nova |
| The key man hunting on the ship |
| They think it's low key |
| It is a danger that they walk together 'W' with the father |
| (You know, 'W', the freaks got together!) |
| smell the loin |
| Don't snore me or I eat them all |
| Naldo, whoever throws what there is is lead |
| And I bring you Yomo, and that's how we are |
| Hitting your pigeon in the crop |
| What is mine I take |
| The one that is outlined with the full dome it |
| I've been coming since the Momo's 24 "in chrome |
| And in your head I show them |
| The one with the cake, throw me lambones, give me a promo |
| Good evening, reporting from the scene |
| (Hey!) The only rapper with the right |
| To say that I am the most complete prospect of this business |
| Completely, because of how I sing, dance or conduct myself and project |
| And if they notice me upset, it is indeed |
| With all those who have thrown mud at me |
| Promotion of over I'm giving them elbow |
| After all, what am I missing, fool? |
| If, as you tell me, pa', the numbers speak for themselves |
| I have never tried to pass you the rolo |
| I just work and you figure it out on your own |
| (I just work and you figure it out for yourself!) |
| take it out... |
| Come on, use it... |
| Don't be afraid of him... |
| If it's a matter of dying... |
| First they die... |
| take it out... |
| Come on, use it... |
| Don't be afraid of him... |
| If it's a matter of dying... |
| First they die... |
| «This is Naldo! |
| That today he presents you! |
| The best production of new talents! |
| This is the production where… |
| …all the great exponents of the genre… |
| …from reggaeton come together to support the new! |
| This is the new blood! |
| The new generation of reggaeton!” |