Lyrics of Sacala Bailar - Spanish Harlem Orchestra

Sacala Bailar - Spanish Harlem Orchestra
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sacala Bailar, artist - Spanish Harlem Orchestra. Album song United We Swing, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 14.05.2007
Record label: Six Degrees
Song language: Spanish

Sacala Bailar

(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!”
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17.08.2023

These aren't the words!!!!!!

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Artist lyrics: Spanish Harlem Orchestra