Lyrics and translation Gera MXM feat. Gordo Fu - Ríe Mala Suerte

Ríe Mala Suerte

Viernes temprano, Julio del 95
el rostro lleno dudas, lo sabía sería distinto,
pues mamá no tiene empleo y en la mesa somos cinco,
por el hambre que hay en casa fajé la escuadra en el cinto.
Salí temprano, aun sin luz estaba el barrio,
y había conctado a Carlos, me esperaba en el estadio,
le dije estás cinchado si tienes lo necesario,
tu callado y si hace falta yo disparo al comisario
Eso me dijo persinate, vamos recio,
que hoy el motín es grande y no importa cual será el precio,
seguimos de largo, le dije a Carlos que pare,
en esta prepa tiene baro morras de Lomas y andares.
Volteando hacia el cielo, grité "No me desampares"
que me bajo cinchado con la feria y los celulares,
sexta víctima a mitad de la misión,
un señor me gritó "Alto!" al final de ese callejón
Por sentirse verga, también le toca cabrón,
la mirada va en el piso, báscula a su pantalón
Esta tarde tuve suerte pero nunca entenderán
que esta vida no se escoge y llega cuando falta el pan,
talvez mañana me toque, pero nunca entenderán,
que la primer regla del business, es no dejarselo a mamá.
Llegando a casa, mi mujer dijo "Que pasa?"
yo asustado y sin dinero, fui víctima de amenazas,
Dijo "Calma, estás bien a mayores no pasó"
Dije "A la verga, voy por eso hijo de puta que me apuntó"
Dieron las 3, me dí unas lineas, era el turno,
de probar mi suerte afuera, pues este perro ninguno,
también perro de barrio, pero el barrio no asimila
que preferí dejar la calle para cuidar de mi familia,
Perra vida
pero iba a todo, salvando almas nuevas,
y escuché "Damelo todo por el barrio de San Sebas"
Pa' mi suerte
eres tú, lo que buscaba es verte
Preferiste tu pasado donde tu destino es muerte
Le dije no se arma, puso el arma por la frente
le dije última chansa, un minuto pa que cuentes
la historia de tu vida y expliques todo este asunto
si me apuntas pues dispara y de una vez nos vamos juntos
Le dije, tu que crees perro?
Nada de esto es justo
Andar robando a mano armada por las noches no es por gusto,
pinte dedo, salí corriendo sin hacer placa,
llegué asustado al barrio preguntado por la Flaca
Me dijo "Tu tranquilo, yo te guardo en mi cantón"
pero apenas di tres pasos y escuché en el callejón,
"La mirada va en el piso, quedate quieto cabrón!"
Y PUM!
Salió la bala del cañón.

Laugh Bad Luck

Early Friday, July of 95
my face full of doubts, I knew it would be different,
because my mother is unemployed and there are five of us at the table,
because of the hunger that is at home tucking the squad in the belt.
I left early, while there was still no light in the neighborhood,
and I had contacted Carlos, he was waiting for me at the stadium,
I told him you are strapped if you have what it takes,
you are quiet and if necessary I will shoot the commissioner
He told me to pray, let's go fast,
for today the riot is big and no matter what the price will be,
we continue on, I told Carlos to stop,
in this prep school there is money from girls from Lomas and walks.
Looking up at the sky, I shouted "Don't abandon me"
that I am lowering the money and the cell phones,
sixth victim in the middle of the mission,
a gentleman shouted at me "Stop!" at the end of that alley
For feeling like a dick, it also touches you asshole,
look at the ground, scales to your pants
This afternoon I was lucky but you will never understand
that this life is not chosen and arrives when there is no bread,
maybe tomorrow is my turn, but you will never understand,
that the first rule of business is not to leave it to mom.
Arriving home, my woman said "What's up?"
I scared and with no money, was the victim of threats,
He said "Calm down, you're fine, it didn't happen in the end"
I said "Damn straight, I'm going to get that son of a bitch who shot at me"
It was 3 o'clock, I did some lines, it was my turn,
to try my luck outside, because this dog is nobody,
also a neighborhood dog, but the neighborhood does not understand this
that I preferred to leave the street to take care of my family,
Bitches life
but I was all in, saving new souls,
and heard "Give me everything for the San Sebas neighborhood"
To my luck
you are the one I was looking for to see
You preferred your past where your destiny is death
I told him no, he put the gun to my forehead
I told him last chance, a minute to tell
the story of your life and explain this whole thing
if you shoot me, we'll go together at once
I told him, what do you think, dog?
None of this is fair
Walking around robbing at gunpoint at night is not for fun,
I pointed my finger, I ran out without making a license plate,
I arrived scared in the neighborhood asking about Flaca
She said "You calm down, I'll keep you in my crib"
but I had hardly taken three steps and I heard in the alley,
"Look at the ground, stay still asshole!"
And BANG!
The bullet came out of the barrel.