Q Lloren-Calle 13

Can someone translate these lyrics for me??

http://www.metrolyrics.com/que-llore...-calle-13.html

I left whatever I didn't know unchanged in quotation marks.

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 does 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're not living in the projects anymore

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