Que lloren [English translation]

Listen, this is Calle 13

This song is dedicated to all

Of the crybabies of the reggaeton genre

This'll teach them

Listen, give it to them straight

I want you to cry

I want you to cry

I want you to guaguagua

Guaguagua, cry

Regretfully I tell you that today my brain had steroids for breakfast

And your rhyming, you're half of a sperm

Today I'm fulfilling one of my wishes

To abuse you like Osvaldo Rios abuses women

Let me give you a couple of details, I am not [from the] streets

Excuse me for underlining that point again, I am not [from the] streets

And if I should see guts someday I might faint

Or my heart might give out, but

There's only one problem; you're not [from the] streets either

You're selling albums

And you're promoting yourself on Don Francisco

You were made into a "beep" by some record company

And you have a manager stealing 20 off your whole career

Some attorneys with their whole practice stole your money

So where's your AKA 47; where's your posse

With just one contract

They stuck it to you, they stuck it to you real good

You are canned goods on top of a shelf

You rapped before but now you put out pop like Luis Miguel

Put out ballads like Loubriel

"Toda la Vida" style like Emmanuel

Like Juan Gabriel or Amanda Miguel

Thanks to the fact that you're a stupid letdown

With a third grade education

The rhymes won't tide you over even for an interlude

Your pride as a rapper for money leans back

That's why I expect no response on your behalf

Like a hen, you cackle

It is very easy to be a slave to the industry

Going with the flow

You sold out cheaper

Than a prostitute on the freeway

That's the difference between a businessman and an artist

This crazy guy, as you call me, has good ideas

With my lyrics I have given out more bread

Than [most] households Make

I observe my surroundings

Don't call the guy who spouts the truth without stuttering crazy

There's no mistaking my verses especially in your ears

I haven't named names but next time

[i] will call out people by first and last names

Don't take it personal, reggaeton artist

This is to encourage you

Nor am I dissing you

I'm dissing those who write you

Because my tongue doesn't discriminate

Among duos, kings or divas

I treat everyone with the same spit

The crazy guy who escaped the Panamian hospital is here

To give you a lesson on what urban [really] means, tell him

I want you to cry

I want you to cry

I want you to guaguagua

Guaguagua, cry

If you're offended, Cry

If what you're feeling is envy, Cry

If resident Calle 13 "te paso por la piedra"

Guaguagua, cry

You're in the reggaeton genre as a tourist

Basking your belly in the sun

Next to your hairdresser and make up artist

With a fur coat on an island that's not cold

You say you're from the streets but you no longer live in a country home

You're a thug, pure fire

Behind a smoke screen

And 30 bodyguards who never went to school

Wrapped in gold garments from head to toe

Unaware that for every link thousands die in Sierra Leone

My music is not for the nightclubs

My music is to plant a seed

In a couple of hollow heads

But you're tacky, bluffing, grease with lard

Your lyrics are more depressing than a soap opera on TV Azteca

That's why I'll never collaborate with any of you

You'll never diss me

Because you know I'll have you for lunch

This isn't about winning awards

Or about selling albums, or cars, or women, or hotels

Or if you ate 30 shellfish

It's about how I can ruin your career with words

In front of everybody like Bin Laden and the twin towers

Urban music is about respect

It's about whoever is writing

Being the one who can best tackle the alphabet

I'm willing to be the messenger

Even if I'm killed by blows

I'm willing to put up with

Four punches to my right jaw

It's about Calle 13 being urban music at a crossroads

It's about rhyming and being immortalized

We're out of here

I want you to cry

I want you to cry

I want you to guaguagua

Guaguagua, cry

If you're offended, Cry

If what you're feeling is envy, Cry

If resident Calle 13 "paso por la piedra"

Guaguagua, cry

Hard

I want you to cry

I want you to cry

I want you to guaguagua

Guaguagua, cry

If you're offended, Cry

If what you're feeling is envy, Cry

If resident Calle 13 "paso por la piedra"

Guaguagua, cry

Listen, Ivy, I feel sorry for you

I'm bringing you a knife here so you can slit your veins

You were schooled by the streets, [give me a break]

Love, in order to diss me, [first] you need to get an education

Listen Trujillo at home

La Perla at home

Hey this isn't a joke

Whoever disses me I will squash

I will squash