Paroles et traduction Nfasis - El Tipo De Lo Cacho

El Tipo De Lo Cacho

Las cosas fueron así
(Sé que eres insuficiente)
(Yo que lo di todo, presumido)
(Matalo, matalo, a ese)
(Maestro Keysi)
(Sabes lo que he pasado)
(Nooo, nooo, no me mate por favor, no me mate)
No, no, no, no no' entedendemo' porque ustedes piensan común,
Como un mono que por la plata baila na' ma' de escuchar el "pum pum",
Por el dinero por ese estúpido papel,
Que convierte a tus mejores amigos en recuerdo del ayer, (ajam)
Como la persona que en tu vida una vez hubo
Pero nunca estuvo porque buenas intenciones en su corazón no tuvo,
Porque ya obtuvo lo que en realidad quería,
Y como ya no te necesita la falsa amistad se fue a la porquería,
Se nota que el odio y la ira lo' consume,
Yo no sé de que carajo es que ustedes tanto presumen,
El mismo diablo ha hecho de su mente inmune,
Es predecible su malicia porque su maldad los une,
Estoy cansao' de ver dinero tras dinero
Y dinero llama mujeres, romo, coro y mucha gente,
Esa misma gente se convierten en tu' amigo'
Y de tu' amigo' pasan a ser amigos for life (por siempre)
Ahí viene la confianza y a la vez la desconfianza,
La envidia la ambición y la frase supuestamente,
De eso mismo' pana que gracias a ti hoy son gente
Apoderarse del negocio no le sale de la mente,
Ahí viene la traición y diez mujere' impaciente,
Que de salir hubieron do' que se creyen' inteligente,
Mellizo' y cuatrillizo', seis criaturas entre do' vientre',
Con el cocote de vivir ma' mejor que el presidente,
Ahí vienen Dios y el diablo y comienzan a ministrar y el diablo dice:
(Ve' que todo el mundo a ti te quiere usar?
Tu no ve' que lo' que ayudas se te viran' al final?
O tienes dos opciones o matate o comienza a matar,
Nunca le' importaste a ello' ni le vas a importar,
Con lo mismo que aprendien' de ti te quieren frontiar,
Ello' te quieren ver jodido, ello te quieren ver mal,
Klk, vamo' a hacerle su juidero' mi panal)
Y viene Dios y me dice:
(Hey! No te deje involucrar,
El tipo de lo cacho lo que te quiere e' engañar,
Cuando ayudaste a esa gente actuaste como debiste actuar,
Independientemente de que todos te pagarán mal,
Son cosas que tienen que pasar, Tranquilo yo lo vi todo)
E' que cuando veo lo degracia' que e' la gente yo me incómodo,
(Por eso e' que te digo que e' mejor hacerlo a mi modo,
Ello' te quieren ve' en la calle, ello' te quieren quitar todo)
Dios mío, un tro' de pana' mío se me liquidaron,
Se burlaron, mierda hablaron y hasta a mi mujer raparon',
(Je) Le' di techo y comida y me utilizaron
Y a lo' pocos meses uno a uno to' me traicionaron,
¿A quién le creo? si mi gran amigo singó' con mi mujer
Y ella me dijo que estaba drogada y que no lo quiso hacer,
(Jejeje) Que olvide eso que es periodico de ayer
Y por décima vez me dijo que jamás lo volvería a hacer,
Que estaba despechada y que se sentía
Poca cosa,
Y to' lo que te tiraste y te singate azarosa?,
Ese fuego uterino que en tu culo reposa me deja
Claro que no eres más que una ramera mentirosa,
Igual de doloroso es ver como tu hermano te apuñala,
Ve como la "familia" de ti sólo piensan cosa' mala,
Que si no tienes dinero hablan contigo a veces,
Y cuando se enteran que tendrás te buscan por tus intereses,
No dejar que el otro progrese es el lema familiar,
Visitate' un día cuando te ven grave en el hospital,
Lo' familiare' que no conociste y con lo' que nunca llegaste a hablar
Son lo' primero que te verán en la tumba el día de tu funeral,
Le' gusta decir te lo dije y alegrarse de tu desgracia,
Vivir una vida hipócrita llena de mentira' y falacia,
Con demagogia y burocracia lleno de crítica' y dilema.
Se le importa escupirte la cara con un catarro lleno de flema,
No hacen nada para cambiar el resultado,
Solo para que uno escuche la historia de como ellos han progresado,
¿Qué le importa a usted si lo mio es robado o e' sudado?
Si quiere hacer algo bueno mejor deme algo de lo que usted ha ganado,
De ese dinero honrado del que usted tanto presume,
El hombre ma' rico y ma' bonito del mundo casi to' son maricone',
Y tu no eres pájaro ni tampoco eres bonito,
Al meno' que tu sea un maricon tapao' de eso que tan callaito',
Le encanta verte con el deo' metio',
Y si no ta' adentro ello' mimo' te
Lo entran pa' decir que tu ta' jodio,
Prefiero ganarme el dinero mal
Habido, que ser un oportunista,
Egocéntrico, egoísta mal agradecido,
Son gente que poseen mucho' biene',
Que no tienen corazón y traicionan hasta a su mama si le conviene,
Gracias a alguien hoy tu tienes lo que tienes,
Por eso te dedico hoy cada letra de la' que ésta canción contiene.
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
El hombre de las mil virtudes,
Ésta es mi historia, gente que hoy ya no son gente (yo)
El odio lo' consume, es predecible su malicia (yo)
Yo sé quienes son ustedes (yo)
Tan' to' cortao' con la misma tijera,
(Yo) to' tan cortao', con la misma tijera (Yo, fuck you),
El hombre de las mil virtudes,
Concepto callejero,
Maestro Keysi (yo)
Rap is Company (ya)
Mira a la vieja, mira, pero vos sos loco vite'? Jajajajaja,
Guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru,
Guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru,
Guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru,
Guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru.

The Shady Guy

This is how things went down
(I know you're insufficient)
(Me who gave it all, conceited)
(Kill him, kill him, that one)
(Maestro Keysi)
(You know what I've been through)
(Nooo, nooo, please don't kill me, don't kill me)
No, no, no, no no' we don't understand each other because you think commonly,
Like a monkey that dances for money just hearing the "boom boom",
For the money, for that stupid paper,
That turns your best friends into a memory of yesterday, (uh-huh)
Like the person that was once in your life
But was never there because they didn't have good intentions in their heart,
Because they already got what they really wanted,
And since they don't need you anymore, the fake friendship went to shit,
It's obvious that hatred and anger consume them,
I don't know what the hell you guys brag so much about,
The devil himself has made their minds immune,
Their malice is predictable because their evil unites them,
I'm tired of seeing money after money
And money calls women, rum, chorus and a lot of people,
Those same people become your friends'
And from your friends' they become friends for life (forever)
Here comes trust and at the same time distrust,
Envy, ambition and the supposedly phrase,
Of those same buddies who thanks to you are people today
Taking over the business doesn't leave their mind,
Here comes betrayal and ten impatient women,
Who out of going out, there were two who think they are intelligent,
Twins and quadruplets, six creatures between two wombs,
With the crazy idea of living better than the president,
Here come God and the devil and they begin to minister and the devil says:
(See that everyone wants to use you?
Don't you see that those you help turn against you in the end?
Either you have two options: either kill yourself or start killing,
They never cared about you and they never will,
With the same things they learned from you, they want to confront you,
They want to see you screwed, they want to see you bad,
Klk, let's do their thing, my honeycomb)
And God comes and tells me:
(Hey! Don't let yourself get involved,
The shady guy just wants to deceive you,
When you helped those people, you acted as you should have acted,
Regardless of the fact that they all paid you back badly,
These are things that have to happen, Relax, I saw it all)
It's that when I see how wretched people are, I get uncomfortable,
(That's why I tell you it's better to do it my way,
They want to see you on the street, they want to take everything from you)
My God, a bunch of my buddies got liquidated,
They made fun of me, talked shit, and even raped my wife,
(Heh) I gave them a roof and food and they used me
And after a few months, one by one, they all betrayed me,
Who do I believe? if my great friend screwed my wife
And she told me she was high and didn't want to do it,
(Hehehe) That I should forget that, that it's yesterday's news
And for the tenth time she told me she would never do it again,
That she was spiteful and felt
Worthless,
And all the things you threw yourself into and screwed around recklessly?,
That uterine fire that rests in your ass leaves me
Clear that you are nothing more than a lying whore,
Equally painful is to see how your brother stabs you in the back,
See how the "family" only think bad things about you,
That if you don't have money they talk to you sometimes,
And when they find out you're going to have it, they look for you for their own interests,
Not letting the other one progress is the family motto,
They visit you one day when they see you seriously ill in the hospital,
The relatives you never met and never got to talk to
Are the first ones who will see you in the grave on the day of your funeral,
They like to say "I told you so" and rejoice in your misfortune,
Living a hypocritical life full of lies and fallacy,
With demagoguery and bureaucracy, full of criticism and dilemmas.
They care about spitting in your face with a phlegm-filled catarrh,
They do nothing to change the outcome,
Just so you can hear the story of how they have progressed,
What do you care if what I have is stolen or earned?
If you want to do something good, you better give me something of what you have earned,
Of that honest money that you brag so much about,
The richest and most handsome men in the world are almost all fags,
And you are not a bird nor are you handsome,
Unless you are a closeted fag, one of those who are so quiet,
They love to see you with your finger stuck in,
And if it's not in, they themselves
Put it in to say you're screwed,
I'd rather earn my money the wrong way
Than be an opportunist,
Egocentric, selfish, ungrateful,
They are people who possess many goods,
Who have no heart and would betray even their mother if it suited them,
Thanks to someone, today you have what you have,
That's why I dedicate to you today every letter that this song contains.
(I, I, I, I, I, I)
The man of a thousand virtues,
This is my story, people who today are no longer people (me)
Hatred consumes them, their malice is predictable (me)
I know who you are (me)
You're all cut from the same cloth,
(Me) all cut from the same cloth (Me, fuck you),
The man of a thousand virtues,
Street concept,
Maestro Keysi (me)
Rap is Company (yeah)
Look at the old woman, look, but you're crazy, you see? Hahahahaha,
Guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru,
Guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru,
Guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru,
Guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru, guiru.