Bizarrap – Residente: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 49 Lyrics English Translation

Bizarrap Residente Bzrp Music Sessions Vol 49 Lyrics English Translation

I’m a little uneasy while the urban genre keeps an eye on me.
Looking out like a crocodile on the Nile River
Adjusting a pair of’ pending’ accounts before’ Milo arrives
Sitting on a chair under an umbrella in a camisilla
With the dog biting my ‘slipper’
Burping omelet ‘ and toast with butter
Aiming at the horizon with a rifle without a peephole
While I speak only as Don Quixote
With beer foam on the moustache
Waiting for these hot dogs to leave the cabin
Like an outbreak, before the boat sinks
But as always, the shit comes out
I’m ready to give these suckers until the cartridge runs out.
Today I knock marketing in one fell swoop
How we tumbamo’ the statue ‘ of Christopher Columbus
I break this junk.
As a rocker in the 80s breaking his guitar
With the Resi you get muddy’
Even my verse ‘became alcoholic’ because there are too many bars’
I come from the heat
From Trujillo sound the tambore ‘ in the street, ro-po-pom-pom
There’s no argument, even my brother Don.
He knows that in rap there is only one King Kong
Sending fire, this e ‘ White Lion, no game
As in the times’ of Volt with Tego
You and I are not equal’
I don’t believe in the ‘stars’ of the ‘digital’ platforms
Or on your ‘ Cake creampie billboards
Nor in your Instagram stories, Dolce & Gabbana and Cartier
I only believe in my level
And on the charcoal of my pencil’ running over the paper

This I do to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
This I do to have fun
To have fun, to have fun

Like I’m leaving right now
I’ll take a couple before I go.

Today I fuck the fame industry
To break the spring ‘ to the bed
When my word spills I fuck them without pajamas
Vertical and horizontal, like in a crossword puzzle
In the tiraera ‘I am the terror of the terror’ of this era
For this ‘losers spring’ are no longer multicolore’
Because where I throw a punchline stop growing the flore’
Son artista ‘ of fifth
Who write less than a pen without ink
When they see me they decompose
Pale white color as the teeth ‘ of deceit that are put
When the cap with the [R] is coming
On the whole stage it starts to smell like a peasant farm
‘Cause these fake rapper’s become chickens
With my rhyme when I impose discipline as in China
My retina just sees head ‘ rolling down the hill
The French revolution with the guillotine
Burning showcase ‘I’m going to toa’, I’m going to ‘ over
With a bottle, a towel and gasoline, like in Palestine
I make it easy, like peeling’ tangerine peel
Comfortable, like a seat when reclining
I am Correa, Báez and Lindor, double play routine
This is not e ‘ by Instagram, this is solved in the booth
I kill them by tying my left and right
Singing songs child’ jumping rope
No break to lose
If I put them to’s in a blender, a shitty shake comes out.
For’ two minutes ‘of song have twenty escritore’
Even the drivers ‘are compositors’
Five hundred dollars for a ticket, sir.
For jumping like an asshole dressed in colore’
Auto-Tune and playback turn on
These fools sing even with the microphone off’o
You can’t be the leader, champion of champion’
If they wrote you all ‘your fuckin’song’
A well-made hot dog is delicious
The problem is they didn’t cook it these liar’
These bum ‘are greedy’
They don’t even take the plate to the table and they take the waiter’s tip
And they are not ashamed, that e ‘ the shameful
The bees ‘ make honey, but the bear eats them
You don’t buy respect for being talented
It’s one thing to be an artist, it’s another thing to be famous
Ah, we have to do a cleaning.
Much delirium of grandeur, little dexterity
This just starts
And I’m still going for my first beer.

This I do to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
This I do to have fun
To have fun, to have fun

Like I’m leaving right now
I’ll take a couple before I leave.

Gabriel, is that all right?
Mmm, it’s all right in verda. Shit, motherfucker.
But if you shoot Balvin, I might like it.
No, not Balvin, motherfucker.
E ‘ a fool that bastard
Well, come on.

I’m gonna stoop to a goofball.
That sings to SpongeBob and Pokémon
The copy of a clone, the Logan Paul of reggaeton
This e ‘ lower than ejaculate without erection
As they call it out there:
“Josecito, you don’t have a street, that’s why you have’ soft knuckles'”
With only one video burial to this calf
And I put him to upload pictures with his dog
This cowardly young lamb
It’s like a vegan breakfast, no egg
The people fighting, they are killing them
And the guy uploads photo ‘ of Gandhi praying
Lying asshole, playing spiritual
Using mental health to sell a documentary
You’re more fake than a hot dog without ketchup or bread
More false than the abdominale’ of Luian
Corduroy is so unsafe
Who has to be advertising on Instagram how much wool earns
Does not understand the values of life
You have to tattoo the word “loyalty” because you forget
He’s an asshole with hair dye.
Who put a’ black ‘woman with a’ dog chain ‘ around her neck
A white boy who lost his way
All divine accepting his award from afrolatino
One day he said he wanted to do reggaeton, being frank
Finding out Daddy Yankee was white
My key, the worst of all and the most serious
Is that this asshole is racist and does not know
History will slap you in the name of to’ those who under abuse picked cotton
And another slap in the name of to ‘ those who have had to battle double within reggaeton
Myke Towers, Sech, ChocQuibTown, Rafa Pabön
Don Omar, Ozuna, Archangel, Tego Calderón
They are a lot that without thinking you put under the drawer
In your rainbow’ de colore’ there is no brown color
Sacrilege
This white schoolboy still doesn’t understand fuckin ‘ privilege.
But what do you expect from this loser?
Cria’o for his dad, a frustrated influencer
In Puerto Rico to be given it in reggaeton
Swallowed more milk than a condom
For every blowjob I went up a step
Every day dress up a different color like a chameleon
What Ruben said, the Resident holds
“Even if it changes color, I always know where it comes from”
The camaleone ‘ watch over their own navel
They make up ‘even of their enemy’
Nothing more with the witness
Business ‘is business, partner, in business ‘there is no friend’
Mine is not ‘business, we are ‘different’
For the music I put my heart in front
My Billboard is held by people
Next to my lyrics ‘on each banner to’ go down to a president
I’m not the most famous on the whole circuit.
But I kick your favorite rapper in twenty.
What I said in “Calm Town” I repeat
They eat with me even though they have no appetite
I don’t do this to give you advice.
I don’t want to hurt you
Today I skin you
So that those who buy the hot dog shirt feel good, asshole.
This is ‘for the kids’
For the respect that everyone who writes deserves
The Formula 1 are tourist, they no longer run
Because I just broke the track, ah

This I do to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
This I do to have fun
To have fun, to have fun
This I do to have fun
To have fun, to have fun

Like I’m leaving right now
I’ll take a couple before I leave.

Well, I already took them.