Lyrics and translation Yung Beef feat. Uzii Gaang - PROBLEMAS MUSICALES (feat. Uzii Gaang)

PROBLEMAS MUSICALES (feat. Uzii Gaang)

Zorra, yo nunca duermo
Lo hago de siempre en verno′
Josefa vino a verno'
La muerte vino a verno′, la muerte vino a verno', uh-uh-uh
La muerte vino a verno', la muerte vino a verno′, uh-uh

All shit national, se viran to′ eso' subnormal′
Ya no hay nada que perder, ya no hay nada que ganar (mm-mm, ah-ah, pew-pew, pah-pah)
Tu puta se fresa con nata
Esa' fuckin′ rata'
Mis negro′ son como rata'

Tu pa'e trabaja en la CIA
Yo soy Hijo ′e Yayo, con la yaya vendía
Tu puta no e′ groupie, tu puta no es vendi'a

De la cajita perico cogía
Puta′ bougie, no quiero crujía'
A tu gato le quito la bujía
Tú ′tás tomate, yo jía-jía

La venganza se sirve fría
Una parcera mitad kazawiya
Te lo juro por el nene, me casaría
De darle huevo no te cansaría'

Tu pa′e trabaja en la CIA (soy Hijo 'e Yayo)
Con la yaya vendía
Tu puta no e' groupie, tu puta no e′ vendi′a

De la cajita perico cogía
Tu puta e' bougie, no quiero crujía′
A tu gato le quito la bujía
Tú 'tás tomate, yo jía-jía

La venganza se sirve fría
Una parcera mitad kazawiya
Te lo juro por el nene, me casaría
De darle huevo no te cansaría′

High as fuck, bitch, Buzz Lightyear
Quise josearle to' los día′
Aquí joseamo' hasta en new year
Tu puta e' una manca, e′ una tulli′a

Tu puta, le parece mía
Tu puta parece aburri'a
Parece que le toca arriba
Si soy loco, ′toy follando pija'

′Toy follando madre' e hija′
Prendo full otro proyecto, tengo food de punto proyecto
Bitch, soy tu hombre proyecto
To' lo que tengo me lo merezco

Bitch, soy el Seco, salam aleikum
Tengo tu credit, tengo criminal record
Estoy blessed, puta, Vendición Record'
Casa en Marrueco′, en la calle batí un par de récord′
La lista 'e espera plastidecor, tu puta le puso la deco′
El Corte Inglé' y el Hipercor

Mira, full de alimento′, ballin' (el puto amo)
′Toy PXXRIN', twenty-five, tú está' phony
Voy a poner a la mama en un Bentley, a mi hermana le compré un pony
La bitch, le di muy fuerte, quería llamarme a la poli
(Ey, shut up, motherfuckin′ bitch) Mm, Yung Beef, bitch

Ey, ey, ey, Uzii
Gang, gang, gang, gang, ey
Son problema′ musicale' (Uzii), nada personal
Ten cuida′o con lo que dice' o la puede′ matar
Te callaste y te buscaste, ¿o no tiene' na′?
Eso e' el día a día, ¿qué te puedo contar? Ey

¿Cómo tú piensa' en dinero y no en trabajar?
De chiquito en la calle yo aprendí a josear
¿Y cómo fue que empezaste a progresar?
Espera que los mate y vamo′ a comenzar

PROBLEMAS MUSICALES (feat. Uzii Gaang)

Bitch, I never sleep
I always do it in Verno'
Josefa came to Verno'
Death came to verno', death came to verno', uh-uh-uh
Death came to verno', death came to verno', uh-uh

All shit national, they veer to 'that' subnormal'
There's nothing left to lose, there's nothing left to gain (mm-mm, ah-ah, pew-pew, pah-pah)
Your whore gets strawberry with cream
That 'fuckin' rat'
My niggas 'are like a rat'

Your dad works at the CIA.
I am Son ' and Yayo, with the yaya sold
Your whore not e' groupie, your whore is not vendi'a

From the little box perico was taking
Bitch 'bougie, I don't want creaky'
I take the spark plug off your cat
You ' tás tomato, I jia-jia

Revenge is served cold
A half-share kazawiya
I swear by the baby, I'd get married
To give him egg wouldn't make you tired'

Your pa'e works at the CIA (I'm Son 'e Yayo)
With the yaya sold
Your bitch don't e' groupie, your bitch don't e' sold

From the little box perico was taking
Your fucking e'bougie, I don't want creaky'
I take the spark plug off your cat
You ' tás tomato, I jia-jia

Revenge is served cold
A half-share kazawiya
I swear by the baby, I'd get married
To give him egg wouldn't make you tired'

High as fuck, bitch, Buzz Lightyear
I wanted to jog him to 'the days'
Here Joseamo' even in new year
Your whore is a one-armed, and a tulli'a

Your bitch, she thinks she's mine
Your whore looks bored
It seems that it's his turn upstairs
If I'm crazy, 'toy fucking dick'

'Toy fucking mother' and daughter'
I turn on full another project, I have knitted food project
Bitch, I'm your man project
To 'what I have I deserve

Bitch, I'm the Dry One, salam aleikum
I have your credit, I have criminal record
I'm blessed, bitch, Record Sellin'
House in Morocco', in the street I broke a couple of records'
The list 'e wait plastidecor, your whore put the deco on it'
The English Court' and the Hypercor

Look, full of food', ballin' (the fucking master)
'Toy PXXRIN', twenty-five, you're'phony
I'm going to put mom in a Bentley, I bought my sister a pony
The bitch, I hit her really hard, she wanted to call me to the police
(Hey, shut up, motherfuckin' bitch) Mm, Yung Beef, bitch

Hey, hey, hey, Uzii
Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey
They are 'musicale' problem (Uzii), nothing personal
Be careful with what he says or he can kill her
Did you shut up and look for yourself, or does it not have 'na'?
That and ' the day to day, what can I tell you? Hey

How do you think 'about money and not about work?
When I was a kid on the street I learned to josear
And how did you start to make progress?
He's waiting for me to kill them and I'm going to start