Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mi Entierro, artist - Tego Calderón. Album song El Enemy de Los Guasíbiri, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 20.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Mi Entierro(original) |
Mi entierro va a ser el acaboce |
Ahora veran como lo quiero |
Crucecita, Corona, zero flores |
Pues yo lo que quiero es que lo gozen |
Tambien en mi caja yo quisiera |
Unos cigarillos y algo fuerte |
Pa' seguir bebiendo y fumando |
Despues que me lleven donde quiera |
Pero que no falte «el terrorista» |
Vico-C, Maicol y nuel-Ma' |
Que esten Baby Rasta, Gringo |
Falo, Yankee, Nicky Jam |
Cejon el Master Joe |
Y su consul O.G. |
Black |
Miguel Play y Chezinola |
DJ Adam, el Mad Jam |
Que no se me olvide Horny |
Wisin, Yandel, y el super PantyMan |
Notty con Hector y Tito |
Tambien las Guanabanas |
Cava, y el sindicato |
Rey Pirin, Tempo y Mexican |
Y alomejor de la caja yo me levanto y… |
Hola, que tal |
No se vaya a desmayar |
Es que el vuelo mio lo van a atrazar |
Tuve que hablar con San Pedro y con el manda Mas Que me diera un chance |
Que yo me iba a dejar llevar |
Malos tiempos influye grandemente lo que escribo |
Vivo, con fe que no me toca el desatino |
Si me toca lo mio, a lo adivino |
Quiero mucho bandidas y mucho tiro |
Que al song de Maelo despidan mi duelo |
Porque yo soy negrito bueno y ando sin miedo |
Pa' mi la muerte es una vida vivida |
Y la vida es una muerte que viene |
Conforme con llegar al 2009 |
Si se puede, ultima palabra usted la tiene |
Agradezco mis colegas por darse cita |
Y la gente que me trajo el cañita y la mala hojita |
La seta, y a las dos |
Con tanta mujer bonita, quien no resuscita |
Como pica, sin prisa |
Pueden postponer la misa |
Devolver este gavan, la corbata y la camisa |
Sin me necesitas grita |
O mejor haz como Madonna y Evita |
Dios me los cuide |
Y la virgen de los guarde |
Deseos del aballarde |
Oye, pa' que mangues |
Me despido de los niggers |
Que siempre ponen atencion a lo que tiren |
Mi pueblo vive |
Hago musica de respeto |
Azul completo, pa' blanco y pa' prietos |
Happy to be nappy |
Exploto como Nagasaki |
No hay futuro tirando lirica sloppy |
No soy del monton, ni promedio |
Tengo los medios |
Se cancelo lo del cementerio |
Pero si muero, el negro que viene luego |
Dejarle algo claro quiero |
Es que mi cria o mi gata no se maltrata |
O por la noche voy a jalarte las patas |
Eso es lo que pasa |
Soy Zulu igual que Shaka |
Y tu no puedes entrar en mi casa |
Sabes quien eres |
Bendicion a to' esos seres |
Que me cuidan y me quieren |
Misionando en la segunda |
A mi manera |
Cosa buena |
No me huelen ni las azucenas |
Mi entierro va a ser el acabute |
Ahora veran como lo quiero |
Crucecita, Corona, zero flores |
Pues yo lo que quiero es que lo gozen |
Tambien en mi caja yo quisiera |
Unos cigarillos y algo fuerte |
Pa' seguir bebiendo y fumando |
Despues que me lleven donde quiera |
(translation) |
My funeral is going to be the end |
Now you will see how I want it |
Little cross, Crown, zero flowers |
Well, what I want is for them to enjoy it |
Also in my box I would like |
Some cigarettes and something strong |
To continue drinking and smoking |
After they take me wherever I want |
But don't miss "the terrorist" |
Vico-C, Maicol and nuel-Ma' |
Let them be Baby Rasta, Gringo |
Phallus, Yankee, Nicky Jam |
Cejon the Master Joe |
And his consul to him O.G. |
Black |
Miguel Play and Chezinola |
DJ Adam, the Mad Jam |
Let me not forget Horny |
Wisin, Yandel, and the super PantyMan |
Notty with Hector and Tito |
Also soursops |
Cava, and the union |
King Pirin, Tempo and Mexican |
And maybe out of the box I get up and… |
Hi how are things |
Don't go fainting |
It is that my flight is going to be delayed |
I had to speak with San Pedro and with the boss More to give me a chance |
That I was going to get carried away |
Bad times greatly influence what I write |
I live, with faith that nonsense does not touch me |
If I get mine, I guess |
I want a lot of bandidas and a lot of shooting |
Let Maelo's song dismiss my duel |
Because I'm a good black boy and I walk without fear |
For me, death is a lived life |
And life is a death that comes |
Satisfied with reaching 2009 |
If you can, you have the last word |
I thank my colleagues for making an appointment |
And the people who brought me the straw and the bad leaf |
The mushroom, and at two |
With so many beautiful women, who does not resurrect |
How it stings, without hurry |
They can postpone the mass |
Return this gavan, tie and shirt |
without you need me shout |
Or better do like Madonna and Evita |
God take care of them |
And the virgin of the guard |
wishes of the aballarde |
Hey, pa' that you sleeve |
I say goodbye to the niggers |
That they always pay attention to what they throw |
my people live |
I make music of respect |
Full blue, pa' white and pa' prietos |
happy to be nappy |
I explode like Nagasaki |
There is no future throwing sloppy lyrics |
I'm not the bunch, nor average |
I have the means |
The cemetery was canceled |
But if I die, the black that comes next |
I want to make something clear |
It is that my baby or my cat is not mistreated |
Or at night I'm going to pull your legs |
That is what happens |
I'm Zulu just like Shaka |
And you can't get into my house |
Do you know who you are |
Blessing to 'those beings |
who take care of me and love me |
Missioning in the second |
My way |
Good thing |
Not even lilies smell me |
My funeral will be the end |
Now you will see how I want it |
Little cross, Crown, zero flowers |
Well, what I want is for them to enjoy it |
Also in my box I would like |
Some cigarettes and something strong |
To continue drinking and smoking |
After they take me wherever I want |