Eddie Dee Quítate Tú Pa' Ponerme Yo Lyrics English Translation
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Well, people (people)
Here are the twelve disciples
Many were called
But twelve the chosen (chosen)
How to say it's worth living on
Till the last supper comes to us (supper, supper)
Take yourself off to put me on
Let's see here who's who
Then don't say that you weren't warned
There are twelve who give for a hundred
Take yourself off to put me on
Let's see here who's who
Then don't say that you weren't warned
There are twelve who give for a hundred
This is sandunga borinqueña (aja)
To those of the torro handing out firewood
Get over to the side, it's my turn to unload
Here there is no brake for you, nor for your long tongue
What do you know about lyricizing and throwing with flow
What do you know, you don't know nothin', the one who knows here is me
The buffoons are hurt by your intentions
You'd better pull your pants up tight
Hey, twelve got together, and here's the craziest of them all (it's me)
Riddlin' 'em, killin' 'em
Dirty hard with your combo I'll throw myself in
Talkin' about a monkey, the guy sings with King Kong
Look at him fronting the craziest (craziest)
The neighborhood's coge-bofeta' (eh)
Styles copying, the most cascara (shell)
A fool with papers talking about masks
May they be struck by lightning, this is going wild
I can't turn off my turro or my voltage
They're going on a trip, what's coming is sabotage
I'll be waiting for you when you come down to my area
I'm going to shake my mommy hard
I'm going to see how you border, bitch, and sweat
Cardboard thugs, I've got them asking for help
I hope that I don't get any Judas out of the twelve of us
I know what is the grave and the bongo drum
You get out of my way, I'm the one who's paying
The philosopher was formed, the philosopher was released
Well, mine is very well founded and yours is not
Hey, novatito change your attitude
That when I started you were still playing with Rubik Cube
Who are you, I'm the one who's the most in charge, the one who knows best
The killer of all this gang
Take yourself off to put me on
Let's see who's who
Then don't say that you weren't warned
There are twelve who give for a hundred
Take yourself off to put me on
Let's see who's who
Then don't say that you weren't warned
There are twelve who give for a hundred
What, what
Daddy Yankee injects them with the lethal morphine
That makes them bleed from the wound
Play the cards, I'm holding the cards
Let's go to a million, melting you the bombillon
Of the alley
I stand firm on the sonnet
Defeating the clave, the rumba with my sandungueo
Every time I get into this I plant with my attitude
Take off you, in this I'm more than you
Take off you, I'm the horse that comes
The bitch, the diva, the filly
The mommy who's got the tumbao
Whoever stands in front of me I'll take him away with me
Chilling, 'cause the queen's got the mambo and
Chilling, whenever I go out killing
Yeah, in Puerto Rico they already know
The queen of this is here so get over there
Well adventure'o whoever hears this liriqueo
If you don't make the grade, what we have is fire (pa' tras, pa' tras)
Then don't say that you didn't notice (pa' tras, pa' tras)
Here the cod has been distributed
I've got the sugar of Celia, and the rumba of Tito Fuentes
I compose like Tito, and I give sticks like Clemente
I don't sing with the cora' I sing with the cora'
It was worth the delay
Take yourself off to put me on
Let's see here who's who
Then don't say that you weren't warned
There are twelve who give for a hundred
Take yourself off to put me on
Let's see here who's who
Then don't say that you weren't warned
There are twelve who give for a hundred
I saw the same thing in the light as in the dark
And I swear that without drums I'm the hardest one to beat
All on the track one by one
They are many knuckles, I'm only one knot
Find yourself all the pliers that are necessary
They have one language and I have several
You can feel my flow wherever I go
With one microphone, and twelve hands on the same arm
Here comes the Lennox with his seasoning
We're worried about the others
Making good music is my obligation
A little salsa with reggaeton
Now I'm coming with no strippers
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And there's no need for another title
We are the twelve disciples
Look, my brother (look, my brother)
Let's celebrate, let's celebrate, let's celebrate, let's keep this town dancing, sweating
Existing as a town inside a disco, or in a residential area
And may it ever (and may it ever)
Rain or shine, we will be orphans of conscience
Today we are twelve
Tomorrow we will be thousands
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