Don Chezina — Llegó El Masta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Llegó El Masta" by Don Chezina.
Lyrics
Flow!
«Mas Flow»!
Don Che'!
Here we go!
You know!
So, yeah!
Llego el masta'
De mi tu lactas
Ya lo tuyo cansa
Es la misma guasa
Ya lo tuyo apesta
Llego el que te aplasta
Fumo mas que un rasta
Oyes y lo captas
Llego el masta'
De mi tu lactas
Ya lo tuyo cansa
Es la misma guasa
Ya lo tuyo apesta
Llego el que te aplasta
Fumo mas que un rasta
Oyes y lo captas
Tus letras, pa'
No tienen na' de pesa
Tu estilo es whack
Como Bush contra Iraq
No valen na'
No te queda na'
No metes cabras
Tus letras no dicen na'
De nuevo
Lo que yo hice
Tu lo hicistes ahora de nuevo
Las copias que vendistes, las vendi yo primero
Tu estas en mi pasado
Y nunca haz llegao tan lejos
Como yo
Easy, cogelo suave, pendejo
Llego el masta'
De mi tu lactas
Ya lo tuyo cansa
Es la misma guasa
Ya lo tuyo apesta
Llego el que te aplasta
Fumo mas que un rasta
Oyes y lo captas
Llego el masta'
De mi tu lactas
Ya lo tuyo cansa
Es la misma guasa
Ya lo tuyo apesta
Llego el que te aplasta
Fumo mas que un rasta
Oyes y lo captas
Esta gente quieren guerra solo por petroleo
Lo que veo es sangre, mas muertos y mas velorios
Quien te canta es Don Chezina, alias El Notorio
Como Biggy de Bob Marley, ahora salio Ziggy
Muchos tratan y to’s salen de mi consultorio
Nadie tiene letra como yo en mi portafolio
Ahora si te digo que la compe' ya se jodio
Escribo como un demonio
Y la envidia yo la odio
Muchos se encojonan
Sueno solido en la radio
Culpable soy porque apago cantantes a diario
Nadie tiene el potencial que tengo en escenario
Y la gente a mi me quieren porque soy un legendario
Cuantas palabras copiastes de mi diccionario
Por eso es que dicen que sigo siendo el sicario
Digan lo que digan, ya tengo lo necesario
Y si es cuestion de fama, ya soy multi-millonario
Tu con tanta mierda
Con esa yenga, yenga, yenga
A mi sin cojones me tiene que tu me entiendas
Tantos son los party’s, que no caben en mi agenda
Brillo mas que los mismos diamantes de mis prendas
Muchos del gobierno siguen con el contrabando
Pero en Puerto Rico el reggaeton sigue azotando
Tirando indirectas, conmigo no hay quien se cure
Que ganen la victoria eso no hay nadie que lo asegure
No es el mas que venda
El mas que haga o el mas que tenga
Dejate de esa mierda
Aqui gana el mas que dure
No tienes vaqueo
Que tu hablas de tiroteo
Si yo soy el de las fules
Puede que en un rebolu dure
Llego el masta'
De mi tu lactas
Ya lo tuyo cansa
Es la misma guasa
Ya lo tuyo apesta
Llego el que te aplasta
Fumo mas que un rasta
Oyes y lo captas
Llego el masta'
De mi tu lactas
Ya lo tuyo cansa
Es la misma guasa
Ya lo tuyo apesta
Llego el que te aplasta
Fumo mas que un rasta
Oyes y lo captas
Lyrics translation
Flow!
"But Flow"!
Don Che'!
Here we go!
You know!
So, yeah!
Here Comes the masta'
From me you lactas
I'm tired of yours.
It's the same joke
Yours already sucks
Here Comes the one who crushes you
I smoke more than a rasta
You hear and you get it
Here Comes the masta'
From me you lactas
I'm tired of yours.
It's the same joke
Yours already sucks
Here Comes the one who crushes you
I smoke more than a rasta
You hear and you get it
Your lyrics, pa'
They have no weight.
Your style is whack
Like Bush against Iraq
No valen na'
You don't fit in'
You don't put goats in.
Your lyrics don't say na'
Again
What I did
You did it now again
The copies you sold, I sold them first.
You're in my past
And you never got that far
Like me
Easy, take it easy, asshole
Here Comes the masta'
From me you lactas
I'm tired of yours.
It's the same joke
Yours already sucks
Here Comes the one who crushes you
I smoke more than a rasta
You hear and you get it
Here Comes the masta'
From me you lactas
I'm tired of yours.
It's the same joke
Yours already sucks
Here Comes the one who crushes you
I smoke more than a rasta
You hear and you get it
These people want war just for oil
What I see is blood, more dead and more wake-ups
Who sings To You is Don Chezina, aka The Notorious
Like Bob Marley's Biggy, now Ziggy came out
Many try and to's leave my office
No one has lyrics like me in my portfolio
Now if I tell you the compe ' already fucked up
I write like a demon
And envy I hate it
Many shrink
Sound solid on the radio
I'm guilty because I turn off singers every day
No one has the potential I have on stage
And people love me because I'm a legend
How many words did you copy from my dictionary
That's why they say I'm still the hit man.
Whatever you say, I've got what it takes.
And if it's a question of Fame, I'm already a multi-millionaire
You with so much shit
With that yenga, yenga, yenga
Me without balls I have to you understand me
There are so many parties, they don't fit in my schedule
I shine more than the same diamonds in my clothes
Many of the government continue to smuggle
But in Puerto Rico reggaeton continues to whip
Throwing hints, with me there is no one to heal
Let them win the victory that there is no one to assure
It's not the most I sell
The more I do or the more I have
Stop that shit.
Here wins the longest that lasts
You have no cowering
That you talk about shooting
If I'm the one with the fules
Maybe in a rebolu last
Here Comes the masta'
From me you lactas
I'm tired of yours.
It's the same joke
Yours already sucks
Here Comes the one who crushes you
I smoke more than a rasta
You hear and you get it
Here Comes the masta'
From me you lactas
I'm tired of yours.
It's the same joke
Yours already sucks
Here Comes the one who crushes you
I smoke more than a rasta
You hear and you get it